[HP] Target HE! Everyone Survives!

Student party, more fate! ! ! Lof has the same name, you can go there and have a look. Notes for reading the article: The writing style is limited and it is a stream of consciousness. I write whatever comes to my mind and may not follow the plot line. If you don't like it, don't read it. I'm an average player. He has a face that is 70% Grindelwald and 30% Dumbledore, with the same outfit as Grindelwald was cult-cultivating in Paris, and a unique elder wand. I'm a peaceful player. When I have nothing to do, I can go to the duel field to compete with other players, go to the Forbidden Forest to compete with my friends against Spider-Man, or go to the stadium to have a loving game with players. Maybe because my behavior was too different from my settings, I finally got my comeuppance. It was a dark and windy night, and I was fighting against the players in the duel field as usual. I finally filled up the passive stack. I had only used half of the melon in my hand that controlled the final outcome, but suddenly my vision went dark and I fainted. In the haze, I heard someone calling my name, but when I opened my eyes, I found that the scene had changed. Before I had time to sigh when online O modeling became so realistic, I saw my half-eaten melon flying straight ahead. There was someone in front of him, an old man with a long white beard, glasses, a crooked nose, and fancy clothes. Wait, why does this description look so familiar? ! I'll take a closer look, I'll go! Not only does this person look familiar to me, but I am also very familiar with the people in the row at the teacher's desk! McGonagall, Snape, Quirrell... Huh? ! There's Quirrell! Is this actually the beginning of Harry Potter? ! I was so distracted that I completely forgot about the big gnawing melon flying towards Dumbledore's head. When I heard a loud noise, I realized that the professors who were sitting had all moved to my side, and there was a bombed wall not far ahead. Oh, something doesn't seem to be right... When did NetO's big gnawing melon that needs to be stacked several layers have such power? ! I pinched the palm of my hand without leaving any trace. Hmm... It hurts. Look at the familiar pattern on the cuffs again... The case was solved. I traveled with my OC on my head. I looked up at Dumbledore with a "green" expression on his face, and couldn't help but feel suffocated. Help, I'm in Hogwarts, I'll eat a big melon as soon as I land, I'm going to die, call for help online, come and save me! ! ! There is currently no CP, and the subsequent development is uncertain. It may be a certain sixteen-year-old Dark Lord. Intention: There is no most ridiculous thing, only more ridiculous ones!