The Wizarding World of Hogwarts Does Not Need a Demon King

Hello, my name is Snow. I recently woke up deep in the crypts of Hogwarts. I am the oldest living fossil in the entire wizarding world, the son of Merlin, and the direct great-great-grandfather of Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the Snake Yard. The pure-blood family wants to worship me as a totem, the remaining Death Eaters regard me as their banner, and the Ministry of Magic has encrypted my files to the highest level. But when they thought I would carry the banner of pure-blood glory—— I looked at the rigid bloodline system, the divided college barriers, and those pure-blood "juniors" who were obsessed with old dreams, and I only shook my head slightly. "Wrong." "The glory of pure blood shouldn't be like this."