HP: The Dark Lord's Medical Record

I'm a hardcore Harry Potter fan of twenty years, and my greatest dream in life is to change careers and become a wizard.

Sadly, fate had other plans. I wasn't born with all my talent points maxed out, and became the legendary nutcase who cuts into people's brain lobes and treats them with electroshock. Ah, no, I mean the psychiatrist who saves lives, heals the sick, and comes with an angelic halo.

But I never imagined that on such an ordinary Monday, after I opened my eyes as usual, I would transmigrate!

Who would have thought that an utterly unremarkable psychiatrist like me would get a chance to steal the protagonist's spotlight, protect the Philosopher's Stone, and defeat a dark wizard!

It's just that the boy standing across from me, with that hostile look on his face, seems strangely familiar. Oh, crap! Did I transmigrate fifty years too early?

I want my super-smart Hermione and my angelic Ron! I don't want to be brothers with the Dark Lord! Brothers?

Oh, crap! Where's my little brother? I had a lifetime of glory, and now you're telling me I transmigrated into a woman's body?

Oh, crap! What score did I get on the CET-6 back in college? Wh-what is this gibberish?

Send me back! Aaaah! I don't want to treat mental illness in the magical world!

This can't be cured! I'll die!

What else can you do but spoil me?

Antisocial Dark Lord * fake-lolita, burned-out office worker uncle

Probably a lighthearted short-to-medium story, with an unpredictable mix of happy and sad. The plot depends on my mood.

I'll start with redemption. I'm writing ahead whenever I can, and estimate I'll definitely finish before the spring semester of 2021.

Theme: Pay attention to the mental health of marginalized groups.