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In 1992, Hogwarts welcomed a third-year transfer student from Beauxbatons. From now on, all glory belongs to Slytherin. "Everything I see is mine, good or bad, and I cannot refute it." - Ulysses Lestrange.

Nolin, who plunged into the magical world, was surprised to find that the story of Harry Potter was just the tip of the iceberg of this world. The dead Death Eaters are back, and the shadows that have been dormant for thousands of years gradually emerge. Ancient and obscure magic legends, mysterious and powerful alchemical items, the true history hidden in time and space... It turns out that the villain is more than just Voldemort, and the map is more than just the British wizarding world. "Then, here I come." Nolin raised his legs and stepped into the gate of Hogwarts.

Harry never imagined that before entering the magical world, he would first enter a world where dragons held power and hybrids drew swords and shed blood. When he participated in several dragon-slaying battles and returned to Hogwarts, even looking at Voldemort, he felt that he was handsome, gentle and cute. Ron: "Brother, are our fluorescent spells really the same kind of spell?" Hermione: "Harry, what's your next step in the design of magical machinery? Will it be a magic pistol that releases the Unforgivable Curse?" Hagrid: "Harry, stop scaring my little fire dragons... They shrink like a chicken every time you come here. "Baby!" Professor McGonagall: "Mr. Potter, your suggestions for changing the rules of Quidditch have simply injected more vitality into this great sport!" Professor Dumbledore: "It seems that you have an adventure greater than death... When you are willing to talk about it, I will be happy to be your listener."... "Daily Prophet." "Reporter: "Mr. Potter, you led us to remove the haze over the wizarding world, sweeping away Voldemort and the darkness behind him. Can you tell us how you walked through such a dark and lonely road?" Harry said softly: "The road I insist on has no specific name. Freedom and Goodness. Goodness, bravery and gentleness are all my maps, so I don't believe that the long night is coming, and the torch is always in my hand." Voldemort struggled wildly in the coffin board: "He is a liar! Have you ever seen a kind person throw dozens of strange and outrageous curses at me?"... (Not knowing the original "Dragon" does not affect the reading of this book)