Hogwarts: Could I Really Be the Dark Lord?

On a rainy night in London in 1991, Xia Ke Dilburn gazed out the window.

He had always thought it was great to transmigrate into the world of Harry Potter.

It would have been even better if he hadn't ended up in a psychiatric hospital.

Unfortunately, Xia Er's situation was far more cruel than Harry's childhood.

His heartless relatives coveted the enormous fortune he possessed.

His father was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and countless dark wizards lurking in the shadows watched him with hungry eyes.

With no other choice, to secure a peaceful and stable life, Xia Er could only devote himself to studying magic through his own hard work and a proficiency panel.

"Hard work is the hardest magical talent to imitate. Every drop of sweat is proof that I am destined to become king."

Amid the storms of early summer in London, an owl brought a letter from Hogwarts.

The decaying cage could not hold back a free bird. The chosen one of prophecy would no longer be shackled.

The descendant of Dilburn would take on a thousand faces, and storms would rise in his wake.

Ancient blood would awaken within him. Both phoenix and serpent would turn to look upon him.

The story of the Dark Lord Xia Er Dilburn was about to begin.