Dying and reincarnating was a fucked-up thing, in one minute you were living you daily life, going to college, studying or fucking your wife/girlfriend and bam, you died, lights off, a weird voice speaking to you and another bam lights on you're in a totally new life.
My name … well I really don't remember, but I was an ex-soldier, four years fighting till I got out, in my old life I loved few things, cooking I was damm good in that, ,movies and series, reading good books, games and cartoons, I had two masters degrees in chemical and engineering, mostly because my work.
Last thing I remember before dying, I were watching the rewrite of the last season of game of thrones, the whole thing was remade according the lasts books since the epic failure that the other last season was.
The next thing everything went black and I was in floating in the dark with a weird voice speaking with me, the voice basically said that I died, I was to be reborn, and the next moment I woke in the arms of a tired redhead woman.
 To resume things, I reincarnated as Brennan Stark, second son of lord Eddard Stark and lady Catelyn Stark of Winterfell, and young twin brother of Robb Stark. While Robb take his appearance from his mother, Brennan had all Stark traits, dark hair and gray eyes.
At first, he was terrified in reborning in this kind of world, it was stagnated, medieval, and dangerous, there are no doctors besides the maesters, who were not that trustful, there are no paper to clean his ass and worse there will be wars and dragons in near future.
To make things worse he couldn't trust entirely in his knowledge of future because the timeline seemed different from the books, as a matter of fact, like in the tv series he was four years older than he was supposed to be in the books. So, with basic math he would be 18 in beginning of series/books.
The only good thing in it was that the mysterious voice told him that he would gain something to help him survive in this world, the bad thing was that he needed to reach the age of 8 before it.
Living in a medieval world was extremely boring, especially if you lived in a really cold area, there was nothing to do besides eat, shit yourself and watch his mother doing crochet, he couldn't even watch the guards training because it was too cold.
 The only good thing was the beautiful wet-nurse that feed him sometimes.
Living in total boredom like that was a torture to a twenty-one century man, so to pass time he spend most of his time making different mental math equations, watching the snow fall or sleeping.
Time passed and soon he made his first, second and third name days the way they call birthdays in this world. Now he could speak and walk properly, and could explore parts of the castle with supervision.
As the son of a lord as soon he could walk he and his brothers started his studies, maester Luwin, was the one who educated them, he teach how to read, the most basic math, about the star and others subjects. 
Unlike Jon and Robb who didn't liked the classes he absorbed most of the teaching of the old man, who always pleased his intelligence and talked that he could be a good maester any time.
Speaking in Jon and Robb, he really didn't spend much time with they, specially Jon mostly because his mother, the only time that he spend with them was in the classes of the old maester.
The way that his mother treated Jon, made him distance away from her.
More time passed and Sansa and Arya were born, and Brennan started to fell anxious, soon he would gain the gift that the voice said all those years ago, what could not come in a better time since the Greyjoy rebellion was near if he remembered right. 
At the age of seven he started his swordsmanship training, with Robb and Jon, under ser Rodrik Cassel the master-at-arms, despite his preference for the books he trained harder than Robb and Jon, knowing the future made him anxious to get the better he could as soon as possible.
He lacked the talent for the sword that Jon and Robb had, but the effort that he put in the training helped him to overcome the two of them, this had the effect in motivating the two who started training even harder, to the joy of the master-at-arms.
Bran had born in that year too.
As the year passed soon his name day approached, around one week before, his anxious were of the cards, the rebellion would happen any time soon and he didn't get the so expected gift yet.
When his name day came, a small party was made for him and Robb, there were some alcohol to the adults and juice and small amounts of sweets for the kids, the music was boring but there wasn't nothing any better anyway.
When the midnight came a ping sounded in his head and some information surged in his brain. After taking a time to comprehend what happened he felt happy and uneasy.
The gift that he gained was a type of "gacha" basically he needed to give an amount of money for a random prize, this prize could be an item like a sword, armor or a book, a creature like a dog or a bear, a unit that could be a human mage or a dwarf smith, or an ability like creating fire or breathing in the water. 
An ability could be absorbed to gain it powers or given to others granting them with the ability. Item were to be used, anyone could use them, creatures were animals or beasts that when summoned were completely loyal to the owner.
A unit could be anyone from different worlds, a unit could be used in two ways, the summoning were the unit would appear is this world, summoned unit were completely loyal, but they had their own emotions and feelings, so they could choose obey or not some commands, plus they needed food and water to survive, once summoned the unit couldn't be retrieved, they would live, age and die like any others person.  
The second way is absorbing them, hen a unit were absorbed the person or absorbed would gain their skills, knowledges and capabilities. For example, if Brennan absorbed a superman unit, he would gain all his powers and knowledge, without his weakness. 
However, if he gained a pack with superman skills, he would only have his skills with no knowledge about how to use or control.
Unit could come, in different levels and stats, a good example if Brennan gained Luke skywalker (child), the unit would be a child with some hidden talent but no training what would be worthless to him, however if he gained Luke skywalker (Peak), he would have a unit in the peak of their skills, with training and knowledge in how to use them.
The prizes also could come in "packs" for abilities, items and creatures and squads for unit.
The prize could come from thousands of different worlds, be it books, cartoons or movies, for example you could receive the capacity of do magic like harry potter or get a character from a movie, like batman or a x-men.
A normal row costed each 100 gold dragons, and any specification rose the price ten times, for a maximum of four specification.
An example, is if he wanted a determined item from a determined world the chance of getting it was almost zero, but if he made a specification the chances rise, imagine that he wanted a lightsaber from Star Wars.
He should specify the world, Star Wars, and the type, an item, so when the gacha rolled he would an item from only this world, the chances rose a lot but there still a chance of him gaining another thing like a laser weapon or an armor.
Each specification made the cost of row rise 10 times, so 1 specification rise the price to 1000 gold and 2 to 10.000. the max specification were 3, at cost of 100.000. 
Basically, you needed luck to gain something useful or that you wanted.
For others paramount lord's son's, it would be a small thing, but the north was relatively poor, most of their money go to buy food from others places, like the Reach and the riverlands, and according his father words the price would probably only rise in the future.
To he gets 100 gold dragons to spend it would be difficult if not impossible.
Luckily to help him survive he got a 10x row for free. A 10x row granted at least one rare rank prize, and how it has his first time it would grant only Uncommon or above rank prizes.
The ranks varied in.
C – Common
U – Uncommon
Ur – Uncommon rare
R – Rare
SR – Super Rare
UR – Ultra rare
USR – Ultra Super Rare
 L – Legendary
LR – Legendary Rare
The higher the rank the more valious and powerful the prize should be. Not wanting to delay the things more, he used the row, a vending machine appeared in his mind and threw ten shining light balls, one by one the balls broke and information of the prizes came to his head.
1° - Varamyr Sixskins (old) – Unit – R – World: ASOIAF 
2° - Geralt of Rivia (Peak) – Unit – SR – World: The Witcher
3° - Lazare Lafargue (Grandmaster) – Unit – Ur – World: The Witcher
4° - Frank Zheng Shapeshifting – Ability – SR – World: Riordan
5° - Level 15 forest circle Druid – Unit – R – World: D&D
6° - Leo Valdez complete skills pack – Ability – R – World: Riordan
7° - Valyrian Steel sword pack x 5 – Item – U – World: ASOIAF
8° - Panserbjørn squad x3 – Unit – U – World: His Dark Materials
9° - Earthbending Master – Unit – R – World: Avatar
10° - Hawkeye's Enhanced Archery – Ability – U – World: Marvel

After read his earning Brennan felt a lot of happiness, and the panic in his earth calmed a lot.
Varamyr Sixskins a unit type, Varamyr was a person of this world, a wildling and a powerful skinchanger who was famous for controlling six different animals. Unfortunately, he was not a greenseer, but he was an experienced warrior, and his skinchanging were very useful and valious.
As Varamyr, existed is this world, he couldn't summon him, mainly because having a wildling in winterfell was not a good idea plus two of the same person would raise suspicion towards him immediately, well unless he killed the original and replaced he with the unit.
The second was also a unit, and a quite famous one and familiar for Brennan, Geralt of Rivia the white wolf, Geralt was the main character of a Serie of books, games and a tv series, he was a witcher, a human that passed through a mutation to gain the ability to fight monsters.
The third, was also a unit, from the same world as Geralt, Brennan didn't know much about him besides that he is a Grandmaster armorer and Blacksmith, who were trained by an elf, besides being a common human his blacksmith skills were very valious in this world.
The fourth was an ability owned by a character of a book series, if he remembered right from Percy Jackson, Frank Zheng had the incredible ability to transform himself in different animals and mythical creatures.
The Fifth came from a game called Dungeons and Dragons, Druid were guardians of nature, they possess great skill and powerful magic, they could talk with nature and animals, transform themselves into animals, could make the earth more fertile and plats grow faster, a level 15 druid was very near to be a master in his profession, the circle as a specialization of the class.
The sixth, was a pack that contained all abilities of Leo Valdez, from the same world as Frank Zheng skills, he didn't know much of both characters besides some things that he read on a wikia, as far as he know Leo Valdez was a son of Hephaestus, and an important member of the books.
 The seventh, was an item from this world, a pack with five swords made of Valyrian steel, despite its low rank, a single sword could be sold for a astronomic high price, even though it was a normal sword, it would never lost it sharpness and was one of the few materials capable of killing the wrights and the others. Besides it was a symbol of status for a house, that's why the Lannister house offered to pay 1 million dragons for any Valyrian steel sword.
The eighth, the Panserbjørn, were armored polar bears came from a book series that latter was adapted to movies, he knew very little about them besides, they were as smart as a human and capable of speak and think, they possess armors and they were good smiths even though they were bears.
The ninth was a unit, it came from a cartoon called avatar, an earthbender had the capacity to manipulate earth and rock at will, at the master level, one could use it to a great extension, and like others benders they had knowledge of it fighting style. To an Earthbender, was possible also use his two bending, the metalbending and lavabending.
The final was the most common one, was the archery abilities of Hawkeye a famous archer in the marvel comics, quite normal, but in a world where there are no guns knowing how to use a bow was a necessary skill. Hawkeye's skill with a bow were so high, that he could hit multiple targets or shoot several arrows at once with easy.
Each single prize was pretty good, had different abilities, and covered different areas, but even through they could help him survive they were not undefeatable in any way, if he got surrounded it only that a luck strike or arrow to end his life.  
Varamyr was an experient fighter and his skinchanging skills and knowledge were one of the bests in the series, Brennan remembered that all Stark children were wargs, in different degrees, the strongest was definitively Bran, but only after becoming the three eyed crow. Even with that skills, varamyr still a common human, and his beasts could deal with smalls groups but they were easy pray for a large group or an army. Even a small group prepared to fight him could win.
Geralt of Rivia, was great warrior, with great skills in almost any weapon, as a witcher he had super strength, speed, reflexes, and endurance, that could not be matched by any trained human, even among others witchers he was more strong than most, a witcher had a keen nightvision, tremendous resistance to disease, Accelerated healing granting quick recovery from injuries, and could use a very unique and useful form of magic called Signs, in the top of that a witcher had a very long lifespan, Geralt by the end of game series had 210 years and was considered young, Vesemir, had around 600 years and was only a middle aged man.
But he was not invincible either, witchers could be poisoned or killed either by traps or being surrounded, a good example of it was Gaetan of cat school, he was badly wounded by villagers in a trap and almost died.
Frank Zheng Shapeshifting skills, were pretty good are really useful, at its maximum extent it was possible to transform even in a dragon, but even a dragon had weakness, and some scorpions in this world were made specifically to kill dragons, and Brennan was not tempted to try who scales were thicker.
The forest circle Druid, had very good physical and magical skills, he could use some weapons with proficiency and cast a determined number of spell per day, at 15 level, a druid can cast almost all spell of it class, they could control and speak with animals and plants, make plants grow faster, turn the soil more fertile, heal others people, make potions and poisons, conjure creatures and even had a spell to bring back the deads who died range of 10 days.
A druid could deal with a small army, and had skills that allowed him to scape, but had a vey limited numbers of spells to use per day, so the spells needed to be used carefully.
The Leo Valdez skill pack, was mystery to him he only knew that he was a son of Hephaestus, and nothing more, so besides blacksmithing and constructions skill he knew nothing more. 
The Panserbjørn squad were a good complement, they were strong as bears and smart as humans, they had strong armors to protect them from most harmful attacks, and with skinchanging skill it was easy to explain their obedience. But they had limits to, if surrounded or facing a stronger enemy they could die like any other bear.
Hawkeye's archery skill was normal compared to magic, and as strong as it was it need distance, and its effects were minimum even in a war were thousand of arrows were flying around.
Thinking in the near future and analyzing some of events, Brennan decided to absorb all the skill along with some units, he needed power urgently, and by absorbing Geralt, Druid and Varamyr units he would gain all their power immediately, what would help him in the near future.
With Geralt, Varamyr and the Druid skills, he would have power to protect himself and fight with adults easily, the abilities he could develop with time, and there isn't anyone that he could trust with this secret yet.
The earthbender master he would summon later, as protector, a master earthbender could easily came and go from Winterfell without being noted, with easy. And if was necessary was easy to fake him as a mage of some kind. 
The Panserbjørn were easy to explain, he only needed to show some skinchanging skill to his father and the presence of the bears would be easily explained. The armors would be hard to explain but he could find an answer for it later.
As for Lazare Lafargue, he didn't need his skill yet so he would wait and decide about him in later.

A man dies and reincarnate in GOT world, luckly for him he has a gacha to count.

"Well, the prizes for each key will be drawn now! Also being revealed here on the spot. However, the prizes of each tier remained a mystery, only the winner of each tier can get the prize. Also, if none of the invited martial cultivators can beat the disciple of our sect, that disciple can get the prize. The disciples of our sect must win at least 10 battles. The lost martial cultivators can compete among the losers for one more chance to fight the disciples of our sect. Or they can challenge another volunteer cultivator to take his place and challenge our disciples. This is a tournament that is not aimed at anyone's death, so once the judges decide that the match is over, then the match is no use, "Hong Yu said shaking his hand and 27 chests came out of his ring, they were large and others were small that fit in the palm of the hand. 
The 27 chests were divided into three different designed ones, there were the small ones that had an intricate lock made of silver and gold, there were the large ones made of jade and there were the middle ones made of wood with a common lock.
"The chests have a key each and they are all the same size. This key is made of special material, each has a small matrix that corresponds to one of these chests. Not only are they the same size, but they also have the same color and weight. "Hong Yu said that with a smile on his handsome face, clearly, he was enjoying seeing the greedy eyes of his junior disciples and wandering cultivators. 
He placed the keys in a large closed box, so Elder Huang and Elder Bai were called on to pass the box to each of the disciples, thus showing that there was no way Hong Yu is favoring anyone.
All the disciples of the Celestial Sword sect formed a diagonal line, so the two Elders passed with the box and each disciple put his hand and took a key, of the 27 disciples only two did not get nervous. One was the extraordinarily beautiful Qi Meiying and the simple Zemin Yan, incredibly, they both didn't care about the prizes that ended up in their hands because they already had everything.
Of course, Qi Meiying is a female disciple who has the same status as Yu San and Hong Yu, she is only participating in this tournament to fill the last place since they didn't have enough numbers to separate everything right. So the prizes weren't very relevant to her, since Zemin Yan, he literally has so many items that hardly any random items from a small tournament will catch his eye.
It wasn't the same as when he was in the business district, where he was excited to know and explore everything, since it was a lively district, even though he wanted to buy something was to study the items and compare with the information he had on his jade records. It wasn't something he really coveted, but there were few things that would make him covetous.
First, Zemin Yan does not have much information about many items, as he had a lot to study. Secondly, he was 10 years old so he still didn't have a great idea about the value of the items. It is worth remembering that he grew up much of his short isolated life in a small village.
An example of his cluelessness is how he distributes or shares his stuff with his friends, especially Yi Yuga and Chu Yue, such as pills and martial arts books, which would be invaluable if put up for sale.
Probably in the future, Zemin Yan will be a little more shocked by his incredible fortune and will be much more careful with what he takes from his space ring.
"Now just put some of your spiritual energy in the key. For those who do not understand this just imagine in your mind running water, or when the water runs down your hands. Spiritual energy gives this feeling of water running down your hands or sweat…" Hong Yu's voice was kind and guided the new disciples to utilize their spiritual energy. 
Most knew they had spiritual energy, which was different from heavenly Qi, which is what cultivators absorb to strengthen the body. However, spiritual energy is something that is within the cultivators and which develops more and more as the cultivators increase the level of their cultivation and train their soul energy. This spiritual energy is used to control the elements or other forms of energy that are outside the body. Depending on the path of cultivation, spiritual energy can be used to generate power within one's own body to subdue power outside it. 
In the future, the author will talk more about spiritual energy and the wizarding system of the Continent of humanity.
Chu Yue, who had no clue about spiritual energy, but had learned a little how to manipulate the elements of light and dark, with the manual that her friend Zemin Yan had given her almost a fortnight ago, closed her eyes and followed Hong Yu's instructions. Gray energy, as if the whites of light and the darkness of darkness had merged, then its energy was the color of a metallic gray. 
Just as Hong Yu had said that energy comes out softly like water dripping from her little fingers, so the key shone and its shape changed into a small black and white key coloring the jade.
Not only did Chu Yue's key change shape and color, but everyone's key had changed, the one that most easily managed to change the key was Qi Meiying and the slowest one was Wen Jie. It should be taken into account that Wen Jie lived in a small village for all his 16 years old, so he had more difficulty controlling his spiritual energy, in fact, he had no idea what that energy was. Also, his mind was less malleable than a child with a 10-year-old who is willing to listen to everything adults have to say.


Zemin Yan is an orphan who lived on the streets, until the day that the Celestial Sword Sect makes large-scale recruitment in which even the beggars were analyzed in the Qin Empire.


      He who lived in an isolated village had managed to pass through the most difficult examination of the sect, but even so, his talent was the only medium. At best his prospect was to reach the intermediate-level Aurore Core realm. 

Zemin Yan was happy with this prospect, after all, he was just a humble mumper, over time, he learns to read and write, he even grew a little taller, but his physique was delicate and flexible, not pretending that he was a martial practitioner, thus generating mockery on the part of his colleagues even a strong bullying.


However, Zemin Yan didn't care and always went ahead with optimism, until the moment that was allocated to be assistant of the greater cultivator of the young generation of  Celestial Sword Sect.

Zhong Liang is the supreme talent of the Heavenly Sword, he is tall, handsome and powerful, he is the dream of all women and the goal of all the boys. He is loved and appreciated by all but remains with his cold character and his expressionless face.

Because of his Swordless Dao, Zhong Liang was getting colder, indifferent, and cruel, so his Master, fearful that he would turn to the demonic cultivator, decides to put three young disciples to serve him and keep him company, whether in missions outside the sect or even in as servants of this great prodigy.

The Master of Zhong Liang wanted him to develop some kind of bond that would prevent him from getting lost in the path of the Dao of the Swordless Thrill.


Unfortunately, Zhong Liang doesn't agree with his master's vision and astounds all the young disciples, only one remains he is as firm as a sword stuck in the ground, this disciple is Zemin Yan. 

"Senior Zhong, do you want grapes or apples?" Asked Zemin Yan with his typical silly smile.

Zhong Liang didn't respond and continued training with his sword, he just ignored the existence of this young disciple.

"So it's going to be grapes," Zemin Yan said without even letting his mood fall, he had already grown accustomed to the lack of response from his senior disciple.
 
When Zemin Yan came back to call Zhong Liang for dinner the grapes were far from visible, which left Zemin Yan with a silly and contented smile for the rest of the night.

NOTE:
1. R 18 (IN THE FUTURE)
2. Slow Romance
3. Romance 1x1.
4. Contest 59.
5. COVER: POPPY QUEEN
6. DAILY PUBLICATIONS (Come back)

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Good news, I snuck out of camp. 

Bad news, I couldn't do it alone. To be more accurate I didn't exactly sneak out as much as I deceived the adults.  I say adults but this batch of raid troops consists mostly of college aged young people. They look and behave as such too, especially when excitedly passing around soda pops and the contents of their own flasks. 

Something tells me it's not water in there. 

Can't blame them, I was the same at that age.  Besides they're adventurers, fighters and scientists on an excursion, not parents or nannies.

Now that I think about it my own parents are around that age too, huh. That's explains some things. 

It's not uncommon behavior among non-nobles but the troops are more similar to modern people, careers first, settling down and making families later.  

The oldest besides grampa may be a little over 30 and they're busy watching over these crazies. Like some poor TA or tired college dorm heads. To them, a little kid like me is considered very calm well behaved in comparison.

They're all smart and strong folks, don't get me wrong. If I tried to physically break out there's no hope. 

But if I say with big wet puppy eyes that I want to go play with 'my two big brothers' well then, there we go. Much more effective.

"Well if those two are watching over you..."

"Wait I don't want to be on babysitting duty- ack"

I'd feel insulted but this is Lukas here and I've come to figure out he's just like that. It will be fine with a quick kick and if I just wave another soda in front of him. Honestly it's very typical behavior for a 5 year old boy.

Amar however has an even stupider looking face on. It's all big sparkly eyed and open mouth in shock.

"Waaah you never called us big brother before!"

"....really now. You just must not have heard."

"It's always just the others, hey hey Rosalia say it again."

"..."

Well, this is awkward but if it gets him to shut up and play along till we get out of here then I'll do it. Big brother shits, you all should be calling me big sister. 

But it works, and we're allowed to 'go play' in the surrounding woods. I'm just reminded to keep away from the area of the Gable's home for now. They really enunciated on that.

It's not like they can even see where the gate is anyways. 

But hey I'll just go around the back or the sides, that should throw them off. The only thing is that I have to take these two children with me as a cover. 

Talk about babysitting duties. 

"Hey can you call me big brother again?"

"...."

To shut them both up I give them each another soda. Is 3 a day too much for children? Who knows, it's not like this is real soda with any added sugars. I wonder if there are any stack up effects on them, since they are technically internal health potions. 

"So where were are we heading?" asked the darker boy, genuinely curious. 

If not for personal experience, he seems like the easy to bully type. Or the too nice type. He handed over half his latest soda to his friend, who gulped his share down too fast.

"Thanks *burp*, but does it even matter? Wait why are we letting the baby lead?"

"Because she gave us sweets? Also you have someplace in mind, right Rosalia?"

"Oh yeah, wait where are we going~?"

It's framed as a question but the psychology of mischievous children is the same. Lukas already has a shit eating grin on his face and I'm sure Amar has long ago figured it out. How convenient it is to not have to explain. 

I wonder if this makes them smart or troublemaking kids?

"When adults say to do something, what should we do?" I bait and lure.  There's no need to play tricks when we're on the same wavelength here. The boys snicker and answer correctly. 

"The opposite."

"That's right!"

Unlocking the latch is easy work with my hooked staff. How much security do you need when no one can see your place? Amazing work, as expected of Sir Gable. I've led them up the along the gate for quite a while and they've noticed nothing at all. 

That very illusion starts dispelling with the movement and I can tell when it's all the way gone from the way their eyes widen and take in the sight. It's nothing fancy, just a simple twisted wood that looks far past it's prime. But it must be magical, that's the impression the gate leaves alone even without the sudden appearance from invisibility, 

Even I think so, I can see the gate. 

"Whoa cool!" exclaimed Lukas. 

"So this is Mage Gable's hide out?"

We haven't even crossed yet and the boys are in awe. They'll be disappointed if they're expecting g anything flashy out in the garden. All the good stuff is underground.

"Stop staring and come on."

I need to close the gate after us after all. I'm not sure how the illusion magic works but certainly I need to close the door after myself at least. I think it will go back up after I lock the latch and true, the lines of the gate blur into a transparent fog right after.

See Gable must be expecting me if he left the gate partly visible. 

By the time i slide my staff back in the bag the boys were already wandering through the garden cautiously. I thought they're would be running around, especially Lukas but they're not normal careless civilians. They explored and poked at things but carefully, the way one would checking for booby traps. 

Definitely experienced in dungeon raids. 

"Does he live out here or is there an inside?"

"Yeah I was expecting more of poof and a whoosh and a bling bing bam!"

"....I'm sorry a what now?"

"Boom boom pow, you know, aren't mages supposed to be all sparkly and fancy and stuff. With their books, beards and stuff? Right Amar?"

"I don't know, we haven't met that many mages. Besides lots of people wave swords and they're not all the same."

"I don't...think Gable is like that, he doesn't have a beard at least. He has lots of books and is kind a neat freak though."

Somehow I understood all that. Maybe my brain is more childish than I thought. Oh well it's good to keep a youthful spirit, I don't really want to be an old lady just yet.

Personally I think Gable is more of a sparkle sparkle sound effect like shoujo bubbles accompanied by a refreshing breeze. 

"Hmm I guess, Rosalia you would know right? You're a baby and all but you probably meets lots of people with your grampa. "

"Yes but I only really know and talk to Gable, even then I've only just met him." 

I reply, even in the last life memories it's not like I met many of them myself. I even further avoided them if they were affiliated with the church in any way and vice versa. 

"Ah I guess mages are just a mystery then."

"Comes with the job description I suppose, sorcery and mages with their secret worlds."

"Wait they have a secret world?"

To be honest I'm not sure what the distinction between a mage and any other magic use is. A magic user is rare but mages are even rarer? I don't know how this works I'm just a normal person. But oh boy would these kids enjoy the tale of Harry Potter. They're a little older than Lilyanne, maybe I'll get to fangirl and tell that particular series.

I lead them up to the hidden hobbit doorway, looking as cute as ever. With twist and a push the door creaks open and we enter.

"Whoa." exclaimed Lucas, quieter than I've ever seen him, while Amar spins around appreciating the sights and objects of mystery. I remember my own starstruck first reaction to the witch's cottage part of the hobbit house, how strange and mystical everything looked. How so obviously magical.

Wizarding World of Harry Potter, eat your hearts out. 

Cautious and well trained as always the boys look back to be to confirm for any traps up ahead. As long as they don't meddle into the research stuff it should be fine, even I don't know what's explosive or not in here.

Besides the really fun dangerous stuff is deeper underground, so I was warned.

For now though we should just locate gramps and Gable. 

Yuna isn't exactly dying but he was bit by a strange unidentifiable creature and is running a drunk fever. Isn't that sort of thing detrimental to a developing teen's brain? I don't know why but I kind of like the pissy kid, reminds me of grumpy cat. Even if I didn't don't want him to just straight up die in front of me.

"Gable, grampa I'm back!"

Huh funny, no responses. They must be here, I saw their shoes at the doorway. They must be downstairs if they can't hear me. 

"Follow me guys." I instruct, don't want them touching anything they're not supposed to. We take a not so quick trip to the stairs since there are just too many distracting things to gape and stare at. I play a good host and answer questions where I can but it's not like I even know half this stuff is!

It is really cool looking though, it seems this house always has stuff I've never seen before, no matter how many times I look.

For safety reasons, we don't touch anything. Normal children don't have such good impulse control but no one here is a 'normal' child, me especially. As curious as Amar is or unwilling as Lukas seems to be, they both have strict control and know what lines can and can't be crossed. 

I'm not surprised at their discipline, you could easily die by touching the wrong things in a dungeon.

The staircase with its glowing stones in contrast with the darkness brought forth some more ooohs and aaaahs. It's not even my own property but I can't help but shamelessly feel a little proud at showing it off. Gable's taste and design skill sure is amazing.

Speaking of which, where are they? I call down the empty hall and am left unanswered again. 

I hope they're not in one of the further underground rooms, those are off limits to me. But I mean, this is an emergency here, kind of.

"Let's keep looking then."

"Are you sure we're allowed to come down here?"

"Sush don't be a kill joy Amar."

"Of course, it's all perfectly fine."

AH, must have let a suspicious smile onto my face. I'm not normally so giddy and Amar must have caught up on to that. Still, it's 2 against 1 here, a little exploration never hurt anyone. I'm just not allowed in the locked rooms but I was never technically told not to go down the hall. Or to the other stair case. 

"Hmmm sure if you say so." 

Cautious  I see, but he needs no further convincing and comes along easily. It's fine, as long as we don't go in a locked door and get eaten by some carnivorous plants or cursed all our lives we'll be fine. 

The boys do sense something is up with my little white lie though as we've switched positions. Them both taking the initiative to step in front flanking while I stay a step behind. How gentlemanly, unnecessary but very appreciated. 

We easily pass the kitchen and bedrooms spaces, going further down the hall. There are no voices, no creaks, nothing that sounds like anyone's home at all. 

That can only lead to the second set of stairs.

Underground.

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You've probably heard this sort of story before.

 

Once upon a time, blah blah blah a boy and a girl fell love and everything was beautiful and perfect, except for this thing called life getting in their way. 

He was this cool foreign prince and she was basically perfect. Really it's a very boring run of the mill story. I'll even spoil it for you, they kill the villainess at the end.

Not the type of story I'd read personally.


So where do I fit into this?

Apparently I'm her older twin sister and the very very lucky fiance to the foreign prince. You know, the dead villainess? Sucks I know. 

Now I get to do it all over again from the beginning.

Curse my life


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Updates at least 2x a week,

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Eish was finally inside his 'Sacred Village'.

Eish was quietly following behind the 'Queen' with an unreadable expression on his face, but his eyes were roaming all around the 'Sacred Village', taking in every single details and things his senses could perceive as if imprinting all those in his mind. 

It really was just as he speculated earlier. The whole village was the absolute 'live-action' replica of one of those early middle ages drawings he had seen in history books. But there was a 'negligible difference', all the inhabitants of this village were just like our 'Little Demoness' here with horns coming out of their heads and scaled-tails coming out of their backs. Adults had two fully grown horns and Scaled-tails but small children were running around only with two horn buds on the sides of their heads that resembled cute bear ears without any tails. These children looked especially adorable with such 'cute bear ears', even Eish was finding it hard to control himself from pinching their cheeks. 

"Damn!..So cute! It's good that I'm from the modern era, as they don't appear much scary and especially these little ones ", Eish muttered in his heart while looking at the 'half-human' villagers who were gazing at the 'Little Demoness' with reverence and respect in their eyes. 

"Guess I was really smart, when I adapted to the situation then became the 'lowly commoner' and followed the 'little demoness' rather than coming here myself. Things won't be as easy as it is now." Eish kept on talking to himself meanwhile looking at the 'Queen' who was returning the greetings of passing 'half-human' villagers with a slight nod of her head from time to time as she kept walking with her usual pace. 

Other than the Residents, Eish also took notice of his surroundings. 

There was no sign of any complex technology, even a windmill or a watermill would have been considered a marvel of science here. 

'Sacred Village' was consisted in a few dozens of one or two stories high wooden houses well-spaced between them. Not even one was made out of stone or bricks.

There was also no road pavement of any sorts. The space between the houses was just like the road to the village, bare earth and mud.

From the signs hanged outside the buildings, he could spot a blacksmith, a tavern and a tailor shop.

The bakery didn't need any sign or advertisement, the delicious smell that came out its chimney was enough to make every passerby's mouth watery.

Eish's hunger was stroke so hard that after taking in that delicious aroma, he wanted to crash into the Bakery, but he controlled himself by taking in few deep breaths. 

When he arrived at 'Queen's' house, Eish noticed that it was bigger and was far much better than other houses, as though signifying that it belonged to a 'Noble'. Seeing this, Eish nodded his head with understanding and satisfaction, 'she really has some rank among these people, at least this house says so', but before he could continue with his speculation, he made another astonishing discovery. There were no guards or any sort of protection in this house. It just seemed much spacious and durable than other Dwellings of this 'Sacred Village'. 

The door was open as 'little demoness' has already entered and suddenly from inside came a mysterious feeling of belongingness and familiarity, but Eish thought of it as a coincidence as he quickly shook his head and smiled a little, 'Guess I'm missing home too much', Eish spoke in his mind and then looked Inside. There was a single huge room where variety of things; from cold weapons to medicinal herbs and plants, were all placed in a orderly and systematic manner on the right side. It looked like some sort of storage room. 

At the end of the room, on the left there was a door, probably leading to Little Queen's living quarter. Just as Eish was about to step inside, 'Little Demoness' stopped in front of the inner door and suddenly turned around to look at him sharply. From the intense cold stare, Eish freaked out a little and quickly took his step back with a dry laugh and an embarrassed expression. 

"Umm--um! Queen about these corpses", Eish asked by pointing at the wolf-like beasts with his head low. "Leave them there, someone will come for them later. You go back to your work", Little Demoness ordered in her icy cold voice then moved towards the door to inner quarters. 

Eish threw away the beasts to the side of the house, but he didn't know what to do now and where to go next. So, he remained standing there and thinking. 

"You!! Why are you still standing here. Go away", came the angry shout of the 'Little Demoness', who when came outside of her house after some time and first thing she saw was the 'lowly commoner' standing there scratching his head like a fool. 

From the drop in temperature around him, Eish understood that 'Little Demon Queen' is back. The gears in his head spun quickly as he thought to himself. 'Guess I gotta feign ignorance and play the sympathy card, so that I can get some information out of this little Demoness'. 

"Err---er---!, Eish stammered for a moment before he said with a tinge of embarrassment, "I want to apologize to the Queen once again. Actually earlier, while I was hunting in the woods, I fell into an opening in the ground and got hit in the head so hard that I actually lost consciousness on the spot. After I woke up I wasn't thinking straight and my mind was foggy, so I wasn't able to recognize your great presence and said some things. Ah ah...of course if Noble Queen found my service satisfactory, can you point me towards someone who can help in remembering things, I'll be eternally grateful". Eish was waiting for the response while his back was drenched in sweat. 

You were practically mute all the way, carefully looking all around the place, as if hiding something. Did you think I didn't notice anything? Do you take this Queen as a fool? Now suddenly your head got hit hardly and you forgot things, 'Little demon queen' snorted in disdain. 

"You don't have to go anywhere I'll help you in remembering things, follow me", Eish heard the voice of 'Little Demoness' and when he lifted up to his head to see, He found her already inside the storage room sitting on a stone throne, which strangely appeared out of nowhere. 

Eish was surprised for a moment but he managed to quickly hide his expression. Then, he got inside the house and once again kneeled in front of the 'Little Demon Queen' with his head facing the ground, thinking about how to start?

"Ask! what you wanted to know? don't waste my time!", Little Demoness ordered with impatience as her hand slapped on the armrest of the throne. 

Eish took some time before finally opening his mouth, "Err... actually, due to the heavy blow on my head, I had wandered the forest aimlessly as I was unable to remember the village direction and this is not the only thing I forgot, I don't even remember who I am? where I live? do I have a family? what's the name of village? I didn't even remember your appearance and your great name; that's why the earlier misunderstanding". Eish finished in a single breathe and now he was waiting for the response with anxiety and nervousness. 

'Little Demon Queen's eyes were narrowed as she lazily leaned back on the throne. With her intimidating presence, she tapped her finger lightly on the throne. In the ears of Eish, that rhythmic tempo seemed to be the melody of his death!

In the entire room, there was only the sound of tapping. Eish was so nervous, that he was even afraid to breathe loudly while sweat beaded like pearls on his forehead. 

Time passed quietly... 

After what felt like a lifetime for Eish, the 'horrifying' sound finally stopped. The cold and distant yet familiar voice travelled into his ears. 

"This village is known as 'Borderland Village'. All the inhabitants of this place are people of my 'Asura Tribe' from children to adults and I know all of them at the back of my head. I'm their Queen and also strongest among them, so it's my duty to protect to not let any harm befall on them", Little Demon Queen paused for a bit and gave Eish a cold glare before she continued, "Every single one of them is a warrior who had made it out alive from battlefields and wars. This small village is my Family and I'm Queen Aurora". She concluded in a stern and threatening voice. 

Just as Eish finished processing all this information, 'Little Demon Queen' spoke again. 

"That is all, you may leave now!", Aurora waved her hand discontentedly towards Eish. From Aurora's words, Eish came to understand that his identity as a foreigner may have been found out and thinking about this, he broke out in cold sweats. But it seemed like that, 'Little Demon Queen' chose to ignore this matter and she didn't have any intentions to speak any further. So, Eish got ready to move out.

Just as Eish was about to step outside the house. "Before going any further! leave your name behind", came the order of 'Little Demon Queen'. Hearing the word 'name', Eish could not help but pause instantly as he fell into a daze. 

Name, what's the meaning of my name? All those that know my name are not with   anymore? What's the point of continuing that name? Just like when I was thrown in that wilderness I had nothing with me, all my dreams and goals were gone turned into nothingness, everything I've known has been taken from me making me Empty, more like a Void.... 

Looking at the back of this 'Lowly Commoner', Aurora was taken aback because as this moment, he was releasing a strange kind of pressure. If one doesn't look carefully, they will think that there's a huge black-hole distorting even the space itself, instead of someone alive. That was the how this 'Lowly commoner' appeared when Aurora used her spiritual sense on him. Before she can understand this situation better, everything returned to normal. Soon, a dull and sloppy voice sounded. 

"This lowly one is called 'Void'. I'm extremely grateful that Great Queen such as yourself used your precious time to explain these petty things to me. I shan't disturb your any longer", A melancholic smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. Eish replied softly without turning around and moving out of the house as he continued walking on the muddy road. 

Aurora lowered her little face as though mulling over something after seeing 'Lowly commoner' disappear into the distance. She spoke in a somewhat thoughtful manner, "Surrounded by such mystery and gave rise to such a strange phenomenon… you are no lowly commoner and most probably not one of us, hmm...Void let's see how long you preserve!"

Aurora clenched her little fist when she spoke. After which, she slowly grabbed at Void's distant back. It appeared as though she wished to pull him into her palm.

"Let's see… how long can you keep hiding and lying?"

Ricky was sitting alone in a window on one of the upper floors of the building in a hallway with no noisy portraits and rarely had ghosts as visitors. He was trying to decipher, The Power of Darkness and Shadows with limited amounts of success.

There wasn't much that was helpful in these books. In fact, he thought he might need to find a book on how to invent spells and a book on core Dark Arts theory, two subjects that seemed dangerous enough on their own but even by Ricky's standards, it sounded stupidly dangerous to combine them together.
He sighed and closed the book. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Andromeda sitting on the same ledge as him.

Her lips curled at his reactions.

He blinked in confusion for a few seconds before saying, "Hi, I didn't hear you arrive."

"I'm good at slithering around," she said smoothly, her deep voice made the words both more sinister and yet more inviting.
Pretty sure she was joking, Ricky rolled his eyes, and said, "Ha ha."

She grinned, "You have a spine, Potter, I like that about you." And before Ricky could think up a response she had accioed his book into her hands.

Even his reflects couldn't catch the book in time.

Her eyebrows shot up at the title. There were a few heartbeats of silence before she asked,

 "Why?"

Not 'what is a Ravenclaw or a Potter doing with a Dark Arts book,' just 'why.'

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Ricky said.

"Try me."

"It's a secret."

"I already have one of your secrets now, Ricky, unless you want me to tell your cousin or Ted what you're doing in your free time," she threatened, though her tone was light, almost playful.

"You don't know what I am doing and if you tell them I can just say I found it and got curious."

She tapped her fingers on the book, "Terry might not care about it but Sirius and James would freak if they found you with this."

Ricky debated telling her what he knew. He realized then that as a Black in Slytherin, Andromeda might be a trove of information.

He supposed he really did need to tell someone about Voldemort. But how would he explain knowing about the Dark Lord before anyone else?

And then Harry realized that there was nothing stopping him from telling his own story.

The best lie was always the truth.

"My mother was a witch, specifically a pure blood and she was murdered by a dark wizard," Ricky said gravely.

Andromeda's face lost all traces of humour.

"How old were you?"

"A little of a year old."

"And you can remember that far back?"

"I remember my mother screaming as well as a man gloating and laughing at her. Greenlight and red eyes followed by more green light and pain."

"And you're trying to figure out who he is from reading old books?" she asked suspiciously.
Ricky shook his head, "No, I know who he is, or at least what he calls himself. He was talking in the third person."

"Who was it then?" she asked.

"Lord Voldemort."

Andromeda stared at him, "Lord is a rather controversial title in the wizarding world, Harry. All the Pureblood families were stripped of having a 'Lord' a couple decades ago."

Ricky narrowed his eyes at her, "You've heard of him."

"Only rumours, whispers," she said. "But why are you looking through old books then? You think you can take on a new dark lord with the Dark Arts."

Ricky shuddered at the idea, "No, but-" he traced the scar on the side of his head, revealing his odd yet jagged scar, "but I want to know what he did to me."

She peered at the scar and leaned forward. Andromeda reached out a hesitant hand and when Ricky didn't stop her, she ran a finger across the scar.

He held his breath and tried not to think of what it felt for this beautiful woman to touch his scar.

"It's a curse scar," she said, sounding a little awed. "I can't imagine any curse that a baby would survive. Does it have any side effects?"

"A few," Ricky said, trying not to move. "Pain mostly."

"Do you remember the incantation?"

Andromeda asked, meeting Ricky's gaze.
He whispered his answer, "Avada Kedavra."

She whipped back from him, "That isn't possible."

"It's what I remember."

"No," she said firmly, "you don't understand. It is an impossibility, no one, Ricky, no one has ever survived the Killing Curse."

"I did."

She shook her head, her hair spilling in waves over her shoulders. She stood up and pressed the book back into Ricky's arms. "What you're telling me is impossible."

Harry caught her wrist, "It wasn't just the Killing Curse, he did something else."

"What are you talking about? The Killing Curse doesn't mix with anything else, its purpose is to kill, no trace, no pain, no sound, just one moment alive and the next dead.

"Rickyy, it is an Unforgivable, you can be sentenced to a lifetime in Azkaban for life if anyone finds out the spell was cast with intent against another human being, magical or otherwise. Whoever this Lord Voldemort is, you need to stay away from him. Let the adults know about it, they'll take care of it."

"Like the adults take care of your family?" He asked.

Andromeda tore away from Ricky's grasp, he let go admittedly. "You don't know anything about my family."

"I can't trust anyone to take care of the Dark Lord for me, Andromeda, I can't even afford for him to know I know about him. If I go blabbing to adults I will lose my advantage."

"Advantage?" she asked in disbelief. "Perhaps you are as arrogant as James Potter after all."
She made to leave but Harry stepped in front of her, careful not to brush against her or reach for his wand, seeing as she was already reaching for hers. "I know it sounds conceited but I don't think this is the battle that will come down to a duel. I think- that is I suspect-"

"You suspect what?" she snapped.

"I think he was going to use my death as an ingredient in another spell and for some reason it backfired."

"So you want to know what spell he used," she stated, still hedging around him.

"Not exactly," Ricky said.

"Then what exactly? Do you want to know why it backfired? If it was the Killing Curse than I don't have a clue where you should start looking, there has never been a survivor. If I had to guess it was something your mother did, but she's dead, so your chances of finding that answer should be considered null and void." She pushed past him.

He called to her, "He's after your sister."

She froze and turned eyes on him that were so cold they seemed to burn. Who knew brown could be such a cold color? "Which sister?"

"All three of you, I'd imagine," he said evenly,

"But Bellatrix is now outside the protective reach of Dumbledore."

"You think Albus Dumbledore would help a Black?" she asked harshly.

"I know Voldemort is afraid of the old man. And to answer your earlier question, I want to find out how to find and destroy the curse he intended to use me in. I don't think I was the first."

"You don't, do you?" she asked caustically.

"Haven't you noticed the disappearances?" He asked.

She lifted her chin, "You have ten seconds to make your point, Potter."

"In the newspapers, the odd deaths, people not showing up to work, mostly muggle borns or powerful people with no heirs."

"Seven, six," she counted down.

"He wants to make himself immortal.

Voldemort is trying to rule the world."

Andromeda stilled, "And how does he plan to accomplish that?"

"By destroying it," Ricky answered.

After they're in depth talk both Andromeda and Ricky retired for the night, the next day when they filed in for DADA Ricky's mood drastically dropped.

What is it with DADA professors? Ricky asked himself as Professor Bartley called him to the front of the class for a dueling demonstration.
"Who can tell me what the Imperious Curse is?"

Ricky gave the man such a look, "You have to be joking."

"It was a simple question," the professor said blithely, "Yes, Mis-"

"It's illegal, you can't use it on me," he interrupted.

"Who said I was going to use it on you, Mr. Potter?"

Ricky glared at him, and some of the other students giggled.

Professor Bartley broke first, saying, "I have Dumbledore's permission to demonstrate the Imperius curse as it is the only one out of the three Unforgivables that can be resisted, if you have the will to do so."

The giggling in the room ceased, clearly, no one had actually thought a professor would hurt them. They so weren't from Ricky's generation.

Terry stood up, "I'll volunteer, if Ricky doesn't want to then I can."

Ricky smiled at his friend, but shook his head, "Its okay, Terry. I can man-"

"Sit down, Mr. Greengrass. Twenty points from Ravenclaw for speaking out of turn."

The other Ravenclaws and Andromeda frowned at the professor, but Terry did as asked. The rest of the students watched on silently. Ricky was not surprised that James and Sirius said nothing, but he was still a bit hurt that they didn't raise any form of protest.

"Now, Miss Goldstein, can you answer my question."

"The Imperious Curse puts people under your will, and you can make them do anything, anything at all," she answered.

"Yes, twenty points to Ravenclaw. As I said before, the curse can be resisted. Mr. Potter is going to show us how an imperious curse can do doing a duel-"

Ricky tuned him out for a moment, thinking how it odd that this person sounded more like Crouch than Moody, which is when he remembered that Crouch was currently a first year.

This spell-happy bugger had taught them both, one more than the other, but he had clearly left an impression on Crouch. But was this guy really showing this demonstration to the first years?

He was really beginning to hate DADA as a class if not a subject.

"Are you ready, Potter?" he asked with as much disdain as Professor Snape had ever used on him.

"So you want me to attack you while you use the Imperius on me?"

He sneered, "I would like you to try."

Ricky sighed, and raised his wand. This wasn't going to help him stay unnoticed, in fact, this might cause as many rumours as being the Boy Who Lived or He Who Should Not-Be Named had.

The Professor raised his wand and it was all Harry could do to keep from trying to run, because when someone intends to hit you with an Unforgivable that's what you do, run.
A memory of a graveyard swept through his mind.

"Imperio."

Point your wand at your own head and-
Ricky shoved the voice out of his thoughts, like shrugging off reading the ingredients on a can of soda, and bellowed, "Stupify!"

Professor Bartley dropped like a plank.

Most of the students were slack jawed at this point.

Shite, Ricky cursed in his head. What do I do now? He waited a minute for someone to come to the professor's aid. They just stared at him.

He sighed and said, "Rennervate," followed immediately by, "Protago!"

Light exploded against his shield as Bartley rose from the ground slinging spells. None of them got through Ricky's shield charm. After a minute of this Ricky, stepped to the side and let his shield as he cast, "Expelliarmus!"

The professor's wand went flying and Ricky caught it with his free hand. Again, the room was rendered silent.

James was stunned. Ricky wasn't just good at DADA, he was the best he had ever seen. He had just beat the professor, not once, but twice, in less than five minutes. He had managed to stupify and disarm the seasoned Auror.

Did the Imperious even slow him for a moment?

James looked around, Sirius' eyes were fixed on Ricky as if he were studying his every breath, but Moony met his gaze. His face showed clearly that he was not just shocked but a bit fearful.

James glanced at the rest of the room. the Slytherins were looking at Ricky much the same way Sirius was and the rest of them looked as shocked as James felt.

Terry Greengrass began clapping. Lily stood up and clapped, the rest of the class followed their lead. James felt himself clapping too, he couldn't not clap, not for his own cousin.
 Wormtail didn't clap, but he had always been a bit thick in the head.

"Give me back my wand, Potter," the professor snarled.

Ricky tossed it back to him, looking ready to throw up another shield charm.

"Detention for taking a professors wand," he said as the room sat back down.

"That isn't fair!" Terry and Lily protested in unison.

James felt something twist in his gut that Lily was defending his look alike. Though he supposed it was better than supporting Snivellus.

Ricky only nodded and went for the exit, the professor didn't stop him, and the other two Ravenclaws followed him out.

Loyal to the end. James wondered if he would ever feel that loyal towards him. Ricky who was turning into more of a mystery by the day.
No muggle raised, self taught wizard knew how to fight like.

Perhaps Wormtail was right not to like him.

Not my novel I only uploaded it here for the purpose of listening to it on the audiobook feature.

The author is a student currently attending Notre Dame university, Screen name is Fleeceem44. He is part of a private chat group consisting of ppl whom try to combine they're favorite fanfiction novels into one while tweaking then a bit.

The credit goes to the original authors of the novels used, for this particular remix I want to give credit to 

Jacobapples who wrote the novel 'Broken reflections'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12977048/2/

ORFgrunt who wrote the novel 'Till the gates of hell'
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11327757/1/Till-the-gates-of-hell

Wand description 
Lenght- 14 inches 
Wood- Yew
Core- Dragon heartstring

Visual link: https://www.yourpatchstoreonline.com/Alchemy-The-Vault-Dragon-Wand-p/ac-v31.htm

The afternoon sun shone into the study through the window, and cast mottled light and shadow onto the wooden table. Although it was summer, the occasional breeze still made people feel a little cool.
Draco was in the Study being entranced by the sea of ​​books. He had not let go of an even simple magic book of spells.
With his awesome cheat called 'super memory', Draco could always feel his knowledge reserves constantly increasing. This increase in knowledge can bring more satisfaction than other desires.
People are short-sighted animals, so other generations, including Draco himself, will be passionate about many online games. As the experience on the screen increases, the gold coins will give you instant feedback, and the rewards of one short cycle will make you feel uncomfortable.
On the contrary, who does not know the importance of learning? But how many people can continue to learn? The extremely long feedback cycle brings endless self-doubt in the process. People often struggle to think that they have done nothing and think about why they can't see results. Often this is the case, each and everyone chooses to retreat and fall. Becoming a slave to the short-cycle feedback.
Don't worry about forgetting, plus his passion for magic, made Draco a real study addict.
"It seems that liquid luck potion is very difficult to make." Closed book, Malfoy sighed.
The previous Malfoy was not very interested in the so-called strong efficacy potion such as Polyjuice Potion. Instead, he was very curious about the liquid luck potion, and how the potion can temporarily change his lucky value. In this life, there is a chance that Draco will not let go. But looking through lots of books he still came to a conclusion – that is, it's difficult to find materials for the potion and that it has a difficult production method. Even if he made no mistakes and everything was ready. He would still have to wait six months.
"But I won't give up trying." Draco thought so.
"What's bothering you." Just as Malfoy was thinking, a middle-aged man suddenly entered the room. There were some familiarities between them.
"Small things, maybe my kid is too happy to be happy." This is Lucius's voice.
The sound barely fell, when a knock sounded on the door.
He closed the "Magical Potion Production and Uses" book, stood up from his chair and walked to the door to open it.
"Hey, little Malfoy, we met again, this time you may need to help your Uncle a little busy." The master who is familiar with the sound is the Hector he saw last time. Standing next to it is Lucius.
Before the words were finished, a small silhouette emerged from behind Hector, watching her Draco couldn't help but touch his forehead.
Who could It be? Of course, it is Pansy Parkinson.
Today Pansy had replaced her gothic-style dress with a white dress. The cuffs had this pale yellow bow, and the skirt was embroidered with a rose pattern. Her red leather boots were simple and expensive, and she also held a delicate ladies' bag. If the last time Pansy was dressed up like a devilish little demon, this time it was like a fairy coming out of a fairy tale.
"We meet again." Pansy looked at Draco and said softly.
"Welcome." Draco didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so he could only bow slightly.
"Hey, that gangster." Hector suddenly said.
"Which family does not have two such people? You don't have to make a big problem out of it." Lucius advised.
It was difficult for two people with unequal status to have friendship, and the friendship that lacks the exchange of interests is not a true friendship. As a pure-blood wizard with two similar interests, it was impossible to only be a pure friend relationship. Malfoy Family's gold Galleons naturally didn't come out of thin air. Gaining profits through various investments is not just a patent for muggles. The wizards will need to make money.
Unfortunately, today Hector had encountered economic problems, and fortunately, there was Lucius to help him. Therefore, it was necessary for the two people to go out for a discussion.
"I don't want to give all my money to Gringott's." There was no good feeling for the group of Goblin from wizards. Hector was no exception.
"Okay, don't say these words in front of the children." Lucius turned and said to Draco. "You've heard us. I have an arrangement with your Uncle. It's not convenient to follow, so you accompany her. I think we can come back at night."
"This girl had to follow me, she gave me a headache whilst asking to come. Now I can only trouble the little guy in your family. We can't delay the situation anymore, or we don't know what the locusts will take."
"Pansy, behave, don't be like the last time." Hector still warned Pansy before he left.
"Okay, okay, you can rest assured," Pansy said while playfully pouting, her face was flushed red, it seems she had recalled the accident.
"Don't worry, father, Uncle, I will take care of her." Draco also had some regrets about the accident. He hoped to make up for it this time. Naturally, he promised, but he estimates it is very It's hard to imagine what will happen afterward.
"Let's go, Hector, I think those locusts will enjoy our anger."
"I can't wait, Lucius, it seems that they have forgotten our past reputation for a long time. It is time for them to be reminded of it."
Then the two men's physique disappeared with a crack. Obviously they had apparated.
"This is the legendary apparition." Draco couldn't help but show a craving for such power. Compared to the lethal spells, he was more interested in the more mysterious spells. When any witchcraft involves space and time, the difficulty will rise geometrically. Compared to the fordable powerful spell Avada Kedavra, Draco felt that this witchcraft was the source of the progress of Wizarding World. It was also showed the true presence of magic and it's mystery.
Think about it, how much difference does Avada Kedavra have with bullets from pistols? The common people, that is, the technology research of the muggle had long been ignorant of witchcraft. What is the most powerful magic or a nuclear bomb?
However, in terms of space-time, the research of the wizard is ahead by a lot, and there may be many restrictions on the use. However, the Time-Turner involves the mystery of time, and the apparition is enough to make the scientists in the muggle want to break their heads over.
"I really look forward to the future." Draco was fascinated by the magic that he will learn in the future.
"But now I still have to deal with a little problem." Draco thought: "Apologies again, I have more strength than the little girl."
Of course, Malfoy soon knew that his thought was too hopeful.
"The last thing…" Draco had just said half a sentence when:
With a "pa", the small bag on Pansy's hand was directly dropped onto Draco's desk. Her shy look had disappeared since the disappearance of their father's without a trace. Instead, it was replaced with a cold look.
"You can open it now." Pansy's tone was a little provocative.
Malfoy still didn't react to what happened. But he still did it, he opened the bag.
"Damn." Draco felt that he was still underestimating the degree of vengeance of women, even though Pansy is still only a loli.
"I think the officials of the Ministry of Magic would be happy to see the evidence. There are still many people who are dissatisfied with your father's offense." Pansy's face showed a smirk.
"Secrets of the Dark Arts, Uncle Lucius's hobby is really admirable." Pansy pointed to a photo. The photo had the title page of a book with the name Lucius.
As for the other photos, he took apart the label made by Lucius. The densely packed letters were shocking, and you can see the lines and circles that are especially drawn boldly.
People always fear the unknown, but if it is true, it was still easy to accept. The previous Pansy was afraid of dark magic, but it was certain that Lucius was not so scared after the study, but instead interested. It is also a good thing to use to threaten Draco.
"The book must have been taken away from the Dark Chamber." Draco felt like he was a big idiot.
In a sense, children are really hard to fight. Adults understand the trade-offs and exchange of interests. For example, Hector knows that Lucius studies dark magic, and at most he will remind him with two sentences, but Pansy is different. Who knows if she will really report to the Ministry of Magic.
Looking at Draco's somewhat stiff expression, Pansy said smugly: "It seems that the camera of muggle is still very useful."
"Say, what do you want to do." Draco's expression quickly returned to normal.
The thinking of an adult soul is very fast. Thinking carefully, how many Death Eaters escaped the sanctions with similar reasons such as the Imperius Curse? Lucius's own network of relationships must be very deep. Maybe a lot of people at that time have already known it, but for the sake of looking good at that's all. Moreover, Lucius's money isn't clean. The evidence of this degree was not a big deal.
Retreat 10,000 steps, even if Pansy really handed it in, it will advance the original Ministry of Magic assault check.
Pansy, who looked at Draco's stiff look, was satisfied, but now Draco's calm performance made her feel very uncomfortable. She imagined that Draco should be scared out of his wits and plead for forgiveness. The result was the opposite.
"Hey, nerdy, look at your book." Seeing Draco's usual expression, Pansy suddenly felt that it didn't mean anything. She wanted to see the shame of Draco's submission, instead of his poker face.
In fact, we can't underestimate the IQ of children. For Pansy who lives in a big family, she understands the seriousness of the consequences. Usually, you can be awkward, but if you are willful in this kind of thing, you might make family enemies. Although her father is still moderately powerful, it would still be difficult to escape from such a situation, Pansy also saw Hector's rare angry side today.
Originally she only wanted to scare Draco as last revenge. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Pansy wasn't really enthusiastic about it. So Pansy was in a bad mood.
"pa." The sound came, Pansy stepped on the floor and walked over to the desk, found a chair, and sat down, licking her lips and wondered what he was thinking.
"It seems that this good feeling has fallen to a negative number." Draco naturally couldn't think of Pansy's psychological activities. Of course, he also knew that he must have offended the little loli.
"I don't think much about it." After seeing Pansy sit down he didn't have to worry anymore. Malfoy was happy and so Malfoy began to study the Luck potion again.
"Right, there is a "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" in the fourth row of the third row of bookshelves. If you are bored, you can flip it yourself." Malfoy gave a hard time reading and also gave Pansy a suggestion to pass the time.
"Who wants to see the kind of book that's for a child."
Not to mention that it was safe, Malfoy reminded that Pansy was loudly shouted like a kitten.
"Well, I stepped on a minefield again.�� Malfoy felt that he was lamenting more than he had in the previous 8 years. "I still read this book for Dumbledore. Dumbledore doesn't know what to expect if he hears your evaluation."
"It seems that today's time is gone again." Malfoy helpless shook his head and thoughtless of it.
"Well, Miss, what do you say?" Malfoy closed the book that he hadn't looked deep into.
"Humph." Pansy turned her head and stopped talking.
"I have to make a big sacrifice. Let's be a cultural communicator today." Malfoy couldn't help but think of some of the things that his seniors did.
"In the distant Eastern countries, such a story happened a long time ago…" Malfoy suddenly spoke up and began his identity as a copy.
"There was a Chinese person named Liang Shanbo…" The story is the well-known Liang Zhu of the Chinese people and is known as the Romeo and Juliet of the East.
"It seems to have some meaning." Pansy sitting in the chair was also a bit curious. "I will listen to it." Thus Pansy hardly interrupted Draco.
Many Westerners still have a longing for the mysterious kingdom of the East, so Pansy chose to continue listening when her curiosity was overwhelming.
Not much time.
"What is the beauty of the mountain?"
"Which Ma Wen is a kind of appearance, who knows that he has a bad belly like you. He's a bad guy."
"This image seems to be irreparable." Listening to Pansy's evaluation of the story Draco didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
"In the end, the two became butterflies, and they stayed together forever." Draco took a long sigh of relief and felt that he had returned to his childhood when he was a child. His eyelids were a little moist, and as a somewhat emotional person, even if the story is repeated from his own mouth, Draco he still felt some emotion.
"I don't believe that this story is not enough. Now I estimate that Pansy's eyes are red." Malfoy who was confident in the traditional cultural story of his country thought.
"Is it finished?" Pansy asked.
"It's over."
"Oh." Pansy snorted.
"This reaction is not right, aren't young girls the most eager to love such stories and feel sad?" Hearing Pansy's sneer Draco could not help but feel depressed.
Seeing Draco's depressed look, Pansy couldn't help but reveal a happy expression, and then explained: "Although I hate you, I have to say that your story is good, I just laughed at you as a tragedy." "
Draco felt that his mind could not keep up with this little loli.
"Poor you, you read so many books, you really learned to be a fool." Pansy once again taunted. "Obviously Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai are probably Animagus. These are just a play that is directed by a more reasonable elopement. If you read so many books, don't you even know the animagus transformation?"
"That World and this World are not the same," Draco said so in his heart and that he couldn't keep up with this little loli.
"But it's really interesting. As a reward, I will let you continue telling a story."
"Miss, you are addicted." Draco secretly cursed.
"But I don't believe that I can't move a little girl." Draco was provoked, and Pansy was touched.
"It must be that Ruth is too fat, otherwise maybe both can be saved." This is Pansy's spit on the Titan Nick.
Draco almost vomited blood.
Draco, whose self-confidence was seriously harmed, had to change the subject.
"This girl named Hua Mulan is very powerful. Father always tells me that I can't do this. How can a girl have to keep so many rules? I have to use the opportunity to make him tell me a story." It made Pansy somewhat satisfied.
"hu." Draco breathed a sigh of relief. "he almost lost the face." Draco thought to himself.
"But your performance, if the male child was killed early." Draco's heart had a bellyful of anger. It must be said that women have disadvantages in some aspects, but in other aspects, they also receive a lot of preferential treatment.
"I don't care about you when you look at the stories you are telling."
"That's a great honor, my Lady." Draco thought that finally solved a problem.
"But let's talk more about this later." Pansy staring at Draco, as if she had found a new toy.
"Okay." Draco quickly agreed with Pansy's request, but not for her.
"I still can't forget my hometown, it's worth it. This is a way he recalls it." As he told the story, Draco also recalled his past, perhaps these stories in his brain are the only ones about his hometown.
"Hey, Malfoy, what are you doing?" Pansy reached out and waved in front of Draco's eyes. Pulling him back from the memory to reality.
"Sorry."
"Is it so boring to tell this young Lady a story?" Although she didn't want to admit it, because of these stories, Pansy's perception of Draco was much better, so her tone is much better now.
"It seems that you get along very well, Pansy didn't bother you?" It seemed that this time the problem had been handled perfectly, and Hector and Lucius are back a lot earlier than expected.
"Father! I wasn't any trouble." Pansy said while playfully pouting, apparently she had switched back to lady mode.
"It's okay Uncle, I am also very happy to have someone accompany me." Draco naturally responded politely.
"It's too late, so let's have dinner here," Lucius said.
"No, it's not that late. I still have something to deal with. I will come back again tomorrow." Although the matter was solved to Perfection, there were still some hand-tails waiting for Hector to process, so Hector refused Lucius.
Lucius was also very clear about this, so after saying a few more words, he and Draco sent the Pansy father and daughter duo out of the house. Pansy still peeked at Draco before leaving.
Which Draco interpreted as "I will return!"

A person from earth is reincarnated as Draco Malfoy. Armed with future knowledge, he tries to defeat all obstacles while protecting his family, fighting Voldemort and figuring out how to deal with teenage girls.

Disclaimer!: All rights belong to the author, nothing belongs to me. I am just translating this for fun. If they wish for me to take it down, then they may contact me and ask for me to do so.

It was a long and tranquil hallway lit by the occasional wall lamps. Angor silently followed behind Kazar.
Angor didn't know who Mithra was. He only heard Shadow mentioning such a name before, but he never paid much attention to it.
He wondered why this figure suddenly wanted to see him.
Considering how Kazar acted, Angor assumed Mithra was at least another wizard. A wizard personally came to meet with an apprentice… Angor knew he should show up in time.
He didn't feel stressed at all. No matter who Mithra was or what he wanted, at least nothing would go wrong inside Bogula's home.
After taking another turn, Angor was surprised to see Shadow waiting for him.
"Leave the rest to me, Butler Kazar. Return to your job," Shadow said and approached Angor. "Not expecting me, huh? Let's move. I'll take you to Mister Mithra." Shadow beckoned. "Don't worry. It took me quite a lot of effort to get him to come. If you can develop at least some relationship with Mithra, my professor's going to think carefully before he can do funny business to you."
"Who's Mithra?"
"Shhh! 'Mister' Mithra. There are many powerful wizards who call him Master Mithra. As for you, just use Mister like me."
Next, Shadow briefly introduced the figure to Angor.
Mithra was a master alchemist who majored in Apothecary, and he was also partially experienced in Tooling. The man was barely a wizard in terms of raw strength, yet his alchemy skills earned him great position and respect from people in Floating Mech City.
There was another reason why people respected Mithra—Bogula.
"Mithra used to be my professor's teacher. Professor admires him, and even sometimes listens to his words. Mithra is the only one in the city who can retrain professor without using force." Shadow looked proud for some reason as he said, "I already thought about taking you to Mister Mithra. But as part of his training, he's been in seclusion for two months. I thought I'd never get to him in time.
"But he suddenly left his training tonight. Therefore, I immediately went to him and said how you reached out to the Mystery energy. He's interested now."
Seeing how Angor didn't respond, Shadow thought Angor was still worrying about confronting another wizard. "Don't you worry. Mister Mithra is an academism wizard. He treats people in a more peaceful way."
Angor nodded. He was grateful for Shadow's help, but that didn't prevent him from feeling nervous when he got to meet with a true master alchemist.
Across a curtain, he already heard someone whispering inside the guest room.
When they entered the room, Angor quickly saw an old man sitting on a sofa. He had a monocle over one eye and was looking at a vial of green liquid in his hand.
The old man had orange hair, which looked a bit withered due to his great age. There were also obvious burn marks on his hair.
His clothing seemed ordinary too. However, Angor's attention immediately fell upon the good number of metal rings and sticks affixed on the old man's outer skin. He saw it from a book before; these were alchemy exoskeleton used for assisting one's alchemy works. They cost quite a fortune.
There were two other individuals in the guest room. One of them was Toya, who held Dodo in his arms. The other one was a muscular, middle-aged male figure, who had been talking to Mithra.
Angor frowned a bit when looking at the muscular man. That face looked familiar.
"Ah, Diablo," the old man said in a gentle tone. He then looked at Angor and said, "So, you must be Angor?"
Angor looked at him and nodded slowly.
Mithra began inspecting Angor with a smile as well as a special spell that shone from his eyes. Afterward, the old man closed his eyes to think something over.
Meanwhile, the bulky man was also checking Angor with a curious look. Have I seen him from somewhere before?
"Here," Mithra opened his eyes and pointed at a seat nearby as he said, "you almost created a Mystery Item?"
Just as Angor was prepared to answer the question in a more modest way, Mithra interrupted him. 
"Diablo has told me everything. Isabelle has returned to the south. She took away half of your Mystery soul. The other half went inside the weapon you created, which should also hold a certain amount of the Mystery energy. I came here just to ask whether I can take a look at the weapon."
Angor didn't speak for quite a while.
Mithra didn't urge Angor since he knew it was a harsh request to ask of a fellow alchemist. He was asking the boy to show him a secret and probably an important combat tool. Few people would agree to such a thing.
Mithra still revealed his request because he REALLY wanted to look at the Mystery energy. He used to borrow other Mystery Items, which didn't provide him with enough knowledge because the Mystery energy on them was too powerful to observe. Now that someone possessed an item that was only "half-step to being a Mystery Item", he couldn't hold back his urge.
"It's a rude request, I know. If you can satisfy my curiosity, you can ask something from me as well, as long as it doesn't disobey my disciplines."
Angor considered for a little longer and took out Prelude to Rebirth from his bracelet.
Instead of looking at the strange weapon, Mithra gazed at Angor's wrist first.
Mithra's eyes glimmered with a different inspection spell. 
"A fine space bracelet enchanted with multiple effects. I think you drew a really powerful magic array on it. What is this… oh, I can't recognize the array. Those runes though… something that conceals your body?"
"Yes, sir. The array is called Infinite Reticence."
Mithra's eyes widened a little upon hearing this name. "You crafted the bracelet on your own?"
"Yes." Angor nodded without withholding info.
He surprised everyone by it too. A space storage was always scarce, let alone one with composite effects.
The bulky man stared at Angor's bracelet with a bit of greed in his eyes. As a wizard, he never found such a storage item yet.
"Magic array enchantment is no easy task. You succeeded in drawing two of them at once…" Mithra gave Angor a gentle look as if admiring a promising student. He fully knew the difficulty of splitting one's mind and drawing two magic arrays at the same time while ensuring both of them ended up at the exact same node. Even master alchemists would have a hard time learning such a thing.
"You don't have enough mana to sustain such a draining process. You used an Energy Stabilizer?"
"Yes, sir."
"I guess you burned away thousands of magic crystals for it, and you probably did it many times. Ha, the boldness of youth! I'd never attempt such a thing if I were you." 
Mithra's comment caused people to exclaim in wonder again.
Next, Mithra took Prelude to Rebirth in his hand and began inspecting the weapon using an inspection spell.
While Mithra did his work, Shadow crept closer to Angor and chuckled. "Hey, when I get enough materials, help me make one of this bracelet thing, alright?"
Angor nodded. Shadow provided him a lot of help until now. He should definitely return the courtesy.
"I want it too!" Toya moved closer and winked at Angor.
Shadow pushed to boy away. "Away with ya. Adults are talking."
Toya pouted and asked Dodo to bite Shadow's arm. 
"Yaaawch!"
Shadow ordered Gummy to join the fight.
When the sofa had become a cover for a battlefield between a cat and a tiny Krakok, Mithra looked up and removed his monocle.
"Have you come up with a name for the weapon?"
"This is a 'gun'. I call it the 'Prelude to Rebirth'," said Angor.
"Prelude to Rebirth…" Mithra mumbled and put a finger on the cylinder. "This magic array, I have not seen it either. Something to eliminate undead, I assume? But what is in this slot here?"
"It's ammunition for the weapon. But… I don't know its exact effect," Angor replied.
Mithra confirmed Angor was telling the truth and nodded. "Using Narda's Vision, I can see the Mystery energy inside these bullets. This must be what was brought by the half of your Mystery soul. 
"I've looked enough, and learned enough. Thank you very much for your generosity." Mithra handed the weapon back to Angor.
The old man then inquired something else about Angor's crafting work while not going over a certain boundary as to peek into Angor's secrets. 
Mithra also seemed satisfied by the knowledge Angor displayed. By the time they were done talking, Toya was yawning non-stop beside them. Mithra finally stood up and prepared to leave with the bulky man.
"I'll be staying at the Elixir Hut these days. Feel free to drop by, and please do," Mithra said before leaving.
"Oh, yes, yes!" Shadow said before Angor could. "I'll take Angor there tomorrow!"
Shadow saw Mithra off and turned to Angor. "That should get you out of this base for now. Mister Mithra just promised you a favor, no? Now, my professor will not trouble you when Mister Mithra is watching."
Angor returned to his bedroom and thought about the unexpected meeting. For the first time, he, as an apprentice, talked with a powerful wizard on equal ground.
Skills and knowledge over strength and ego. Such was the poise of a master alchemist.
Still, Angor had a question. Who was that muscular man who came together with Mithra?
And why do I feel like I met with him before?


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

With a wave of tremble, the Wuling Hong Guang drove up to the sidewalk and stopped in front of the pet shop.
The door opened and Zhang Zian got off the car.　　
The chic ladies glanced at him while they passed by, then covered their noses in disgust and kept a distance from his car.　　
Despite the fact that he didn't specialize in the seafood business, he drove to the beach each day, and often took rare marine creatures, such as fish, shrimp, and crabs, back. He could not wash the containers in the car everyday, so after some time, the car inevitably smelled like fish.　　
Wang Qian and Li Kun greeted him, and carried the new marine creatures into the aquarium. They sorted them and put them into different quarantine tanks so that they could adapt to the new environment.　　
Zhang Zian walked into the shop. The cleaning job was almost done, so he didn't have much to do. He took the underwater loudspeaker battery upstairs to charge.　　
He met Old Time Tea on the stairs. He hinted Old Time Tea and asked gently, "How is it?"　　
Old Time Tea smiled gently. "Everything is under your expectations."　　
The man and the cat looked at each other and smiled.　　
"Quack! What are you talking about in secret? What are you hiding from me?" Richard had sharply sensed the unusual atmosphere while it flew by. 　　
"Right. We are discussing you behind your back––specifically plucking your feather and making you into a stew," Zhang Zian threatened. "After you become stew, the world will be quiet."　　
"Quack! My meat is old and dry––it wouldn't taste good in a stew. I suggest you pick another bird!" Richard flew away quickly.　　
Old Time Tea walked downstairs slowly for the television, while Zhang Zian headed upstairs to wash his hands. They carried a fishy smell after they were soaked in the sea. He could still feel some fine, sea salt granules after his hands were dry. 　　
As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw Sihwa hide something in a hurry.　　
He pretended not to see it. After turning on the tap, he asked, "Why aren't you broadcasting today?"　　
Sihwa was angry and humiliated after hearing his question. "Today… I'm not in the mood today! I don't want to broadcast!"　　
"Okay. It's nice to take a day off sometimes." Zhang Zian wiped his hands, then left the bathroom.　　
"Wait a moment!" Sihwa shouted behind him.　　
"What is it?" Zhang Zian stopped.　　
"Emm… This… Emm… That…" she stuttered. Her pale face turned red because she needed his help. After stammering for a long time, she took out a book from under a towel. "I can't read. What can I do?" she asked, troubled. "I know a few Korean words, but not any Chinese words…"　　
She could play with the phone, as the phone functions were simple––as long as she remembered the icons. She could make guesses on others, or ask Zhang Zian if it was too hard to guess. However, reading a book full of Chinese characters was mission impossible to her.　　
In fact, she had learned a few Chinese words since she had arrived in China. But she had learned them mechanically; she didn't have any formal, systemic teaching.
"You must be laughing at me, aren't you? You absolutely are!" She pointed at his face in fury before Zhang Zian had even said anything. She was almost embarrassed to tears.
"I'm not laughing at you. It's normal to be illiterate. Nobody is born literate." Zhang Zian shrugged. "Otherwise, they'd be a freak."　　
After hearing his words, Sihwa's mood calmed down a little.　　
"Well… Is there anything you can do to make me literate?" she asked, lowering her head.　　
"Yes. Lend me your phone for a moment." Zhang Zian took her phone and downloaded a few early childhood education apps from the app store. They were all basic-level, but entertaining word learning apps nonetheless; he started with Pinyin, which had real people's voices. The apps were already quite developed, and the functions were complete.　　
He compared a few quickly, then left the most user-friendly one and deleted the rest.　
"Here you are. Follow this. You'll learn them soon." He gave the phone back to her.　　
"Wow! So childish!" She complained as soon as she saw the interface for young kids. "Are there any long-legged Oppas or big-boobed girls teaching the lessons?"　　
"Save it. I'd love to learn if these teachings existed!" Zhang Zian took up her book and flipped through it. The book from Old Time Tea was not suitable.　　
He returned the book to Pi, then found a few fairy tale books with pictures from his childhood book collection. Each character was marked with a Pinyin illustration.　　
"After you learn Pinyin, you can read these books. Just learn the words while reading the stories." He piled the books on the bathroom closet. "Oh, right––books are not waterproof. Dry your hands before you read them. These are books from my childhood. Most of them can't even be found these days."　　
"Books from your childhood?" Sihwa seemed skeptical. "Could there be… Any dirty content in them?"　　
"These are all fairy tales, okay?" Zhang Zian said with frustration. "What kind of person do you think I am? These are the books I read at the age of five or six. What kind of dirty content can there be?"　　
"Fairy tale books? I'm not interested… too childish." She shook her hands. "Let's get something dirty!"　　
Did this fish get contaminated by that bird? What was in her head all day?　　
"You are wrong. In fact, fairy tales are not necessarily childish," Zhang Zian said. "Even adults could interpret content differently sometimes."　　
"What do you mean? I don't understand." Sihwa grew slightly interested.　　
Zhang Zian thought about it, then made an example she could understand. "In fairy tales, you often read stories of Cinderella meeting the prince…"　　
"I know this! It happens a lot in Korean dramas, too!" Sihwa suddenly turned excited, as if she finally found someone with the same interests as her.　　
"Yes, right. That's why people often call Korean dramas 'fairy tales for adults.'" Zhang Zian suddenly changed his tone. "But have you ever given thought to the fact that, in the end of fairy tales and Korean dramas, the story stops where Cinderella marries the prince?"　　
She nodded in agreement.　　
"What about the story after?" Zhang Zian continued to ask.　　
"What story after? It's over!" She didn't understand.　　
"I mean, two people from completely different worlds… Are they really happy after marriage? The prince and Cinderella had completely different educations, family backgrounds, and growing experiences. After marrying the prince, Cinderella must have faced a truckload of royal relatives. Did they really respect and accept her? Did love really defeat all the challenges? Even if it did for a while, what happens after the passion dies out?"　　
Zhang Zian's series of questions made Sihwa astonished.　　
"The boring, everyday life of the world after marriage is never mentioned in fairy tales, nor in Korean dramas. They always end with the line that Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after. Although they didn't mention this, you can try to imagine, then tell your audience about your thoughts in the live broadcast. Isn't this great?"　　
Sihwa was drawn in gradually. In the past, she had never used her brain to watch dramas. She either laughed or cried as the story went along. She had never thought about the questions Zhang Zian had brought up.　　
"Would the audience like to hear this?" she asked.　　
"Of course," Zhang Zian said in certainty. "You can also try to make up sequels to fairy tales and tell everyone. You have such lovely voice. I'm sure people will like it."　　
"Really? I have lovely voice?" Her confidence was already shaken from one blow after another. She was no longer as arrogant as before. 　　
"It's absolutely lovely. I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, ask the other elfins," he said, suddenly feeling that his words might have been too mean in the past. 　　
"Oh… okay. But don't lie to me…" she mumbled gently as she picked up the fairy tale books.　　
"What are these?" She browsed through the covers one by one.　　
"They are all classic fairy tales written by great writers all over the world, such as fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm, fairy tales by Hans Christian Andersen, Aesop's Fables, One Thousand and One Nights, Zhang Yuanjie's Fairy Tale Collection, etc. They'll last quite a while," Zhang Zian said, introducing them one by one.　　
"Oh." Her eyes glided through the colorful and entertaining covers. She saw a prince with a sword on a white horse, a grey wolf wearing a pajama hat, a little girl with a match stick in a snowy night, a tin man with big belly, a little duckling staring at the sky, a fox with a broken tail, an ugly toad, a mouse driving a tank… She also saw a little mermaid sitting on a rock, overlooking the sea. 　　
For some reason, the figure seemed so lonely.　　
Under an unrecognizable impulse, she opened up one of the books, even though she didn't know a single character in it.　　
"I can't read it…" she said in disappointment.　　
"It's fine. You'll understand it once you learn the characters." Zhang Zian encouraged her. "Be patient! These fairy tales may seem childish, but in fact, you can find non-childish stuff in it. As long as you read them with your whole heart, you'll surely discover something different… Then, you can share your thoughts boldly with your broadcast audience."　　
"Okay. Let me try." Sihwa looked at the fairy tale covers again. She was more eager to learn now than ever before.　　
She wanted to be able to read the fairy tales. She wanted to do what Zhang Zian described––to write sequels for the finished fairy tales. She was the only one who could do it, and who was qualified to do it.　　
She picked up her phone and entered the child education app, imitating the mouth and sound movements against the image on the screen.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read off while peeping at Zhang Zian's facial expressions; she wanted to confirm that he was not laughing at her. She then continued reading boldly.　　
"It's fine. You can read loudly. Raise your head and straighten your back. Read every word boldly," Zhang Zian encouraged her.　　
"A… A… Bo… Bo… Ci… Ci… De… De…" she read even louder, like a baby learning to talk.　　


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Konrad woke up feeling a small pressure on his chest. A tiny snake was curled there with her eyes closed shut, clearly still sleeping soundly. Konrad smiled seeing this. Cristal became an irreplaceable  companion for him. He even caught himself treating her more like a human child than a snake, sometimes even telling her stories to sleep. That's why when he saw the little Snake sleeping peacefully on his chest, he didn't move so she wouldn't woke up. Konrad observed her long body and listened to her quiet, hiss-like snoring. 
§"ssssssssDaddyssssss"§ 
Konrad heard Cristal, and was really surprised. He was almost certain that he heard her say ,,daddy,,. He wondered if she meant him. His question was answered soon enough.
§"sssdaddyss I love youssss"§ Konrad clearly heard the words of Cristal now, he could feel her snuggling into his chest harder while saying so. He was really touched by this. He didn't expect his little Cristal to consider him a daddy. Konrad became teary eyed because of it, then after a while he chuckled a little 'seven years old and already a father, what would my parent think haha!' Konrad thought amused.
"Daddy also loves you" Konrad whispered to the little snake patting her gently.
Cristal stirred then opened her eyes and turned to look at Konrad. Konrad Could feel happiness through the familiar bond, seems like someone just pretended to sleep.
§"Daddysss!"§ hissed Cristal who moved closer to Konrad's face and snuggled into his cheek happily.
§"Haha I'm here Crissstal"§ Konrad said patting the snake. §"I didn't know you think of me like that but I'm really happy."§ he added. 
§"sesese I luv yu sesese"§ 
Cristal was now moving around enthusiastically, and Konrad was sure that she would be jumping from happiness if she could.
The two of them became even closer to each other from that day, and Cristal spend the entire day wrapped around Konrad's neck, don't wanting to separate. Well she did separate to play with the girls when they visited but she would stay with Konrad on any other time.
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Hermione woke up very excited. Yesterday she managed to make a a small dragon in her mindscape to protect her mind library. She wanted to show it to Konrad, she believed if it was him, then he could easily find a way to see it somehow, and then he would praise her, or even hug her! She also read through the third volume of ,,Potion's simplicity v Alchemy's power,, she was really hooked up with the concept of alchemy and hoped to some day create something like a Philosopher's Stone or a formation of final constant transmutation that is the concept of alchemy. She cleans herself, wore her clothes, ate breakfast and jumped into the car. Her dad drove her to privet drive trying to make a conversation, but she was so excited that she didn't hear half what he said. Dan only saw in the mirror, how happy his daughter was, so he wasn't angry and just shrugged it off.
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*knock knock*
Petunia opened the door and saw Dan and his daughter standing on her doorstep.
"Good morning Dan. Hello dearie. Konrad is already waiting for you with his new friend, so you can just go straight to his room" She said.
"Ok?" Hermione nodded and run to Konrad's room but was curious about this new friend of his.
"Hello Petty, hows everything?" Dan asked.
"Ahh its great! Say, would you like to come in? Vernon really seems to need someone to play with, he got this whole new card set and.. . . . ."
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Luna opened her eyes early. She just couldn't contain her excitement! She was visiting her first ever friend and she just couldn't wait. She quickly got ready, for the day, grabbed a copy of Quibbler to show Konrad and put it in her handbag. Then she went to kindly ask the garden gnomes to leave their property, and grabbed a Dirigible Plum from the garden to show Konrad. 'I'm sure he's going to be interested about it, they are very uncommon in England.' She wanted to show herself from her best side so Konrad would like her more. He is her first friend and she didn't want him to lose interest in her just because she didn't bring anything.
Soon she was grabbing onto her daddy's forearm, feeling the unpleasant sensation of apparition, they arrived on an empty street her dad remembered, that was around 2 miles from privet drive. Xenophilius escorted his daughter to the right place.
"Two..three...Four, Privet Drive Four we're here Sugarcube!" Xeno said and smiled to his daughter.
*knock knock* Luna knocked on the door quickly. A very nice looking woman opened the door, she looked at Xenophillius strangely but then she saw the little adorable blond girl and a smile appeared on her face.
"Good morning! I assume you are Luna? Konrad said to expect you, he's waiting in his room." She then looked at Xenophilius "And I assume you are Luna's dad? Nice to meet you too, My name is Petunia Dursley, Konrad's guardian." She said reaching out her hand to greet him. Xenophilius greeted her and introduced himself as well, he could see that this woman was a nice person so he wasn't worried about his daughter anymore. Petunia invited him for tea which he accepted, and luna was guided to Konrad's room. He spend 20 minutes chatting with this muggle woman and her husband and came to a conclusion that they are very nice and polite people. He of course didn't talk about magic because even if their kid was a wizard and walked Diagon alley, they actually might not yet be in the known. There was also the fact that Konrad actually charmed him a little yesterday to think like this and he also charmed Dursleys so they wouldn't mention his surname. 
After the tea, he went back home leaving Luna at privet drive, he wasn't worried anymore, he gave them his phone number (Yes they had one, something Pandora thought necessary if they needed to contact a muggle for some reason or as a good communication tool that not many wizards knows about) if anything happened and disaparated when he was far enough.
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Konrad was playing with a very clingy Cristal after he prepared his room for the visit, when there was a knock to the door.
*knock knock*
"Come in!" He shouted.
Cristal hid under his shirt and the door opened. A shy blond six years old girl went through them and instantly beamed when she saw Konrad.
"Luna! You're here!" Konrad said happily and went to hug her. She was surprised with the hug but it felt nice so she hugged him back with a light blush.
"Hey Konrad. Yes I'm here! What are we going to do?" Luna asked still in the hug.
"Whatever we want to hehe." Konrad replied breaking the hug. Then Cristal emerged hear head from konrad's shirt lightly to have a look at Luna. Luna of course saw the little sneak and became really excited.
"Is that a magical snake?!" She shouted looking at Cristal with completely no fear whatsover. Konrad was surprised with her reaction but he just smiled and said.
"Yeah. Her name is Cristal and she's my precious familiar. She's for me almost like a daughter §aren't you Crissssy?§" he ended in parseltongue, and Cristal nodded happily. Luna could see a light wisp, she never saw before coming from Konrad's mouth when he hissed to Cristal. 
"You can talk with her?!" Luna said surprised. Her friend was so amazing! 

Like that Konrad and Luna chatted together for the next hour getting closer to each other and learning magic as well, until there was another knock.
*knock knock* 
"Konrad I'm here! Stop playing with your snake and open the door!" 
The voice of hermione resounded through the door. Konrad opened it with a distance alohomora and said.
"Come in!" 
Hermione went in an stopped surprised seeing Luna. She was expecting someone but Luna looked younger than them and was really pretty. She felt threatened for some reason.
"Ehh.. hello? I'm Hermione." Hermione said.
Luna was also worried about this meeting but Konrad told her not to worry since hermione is very smart and nice and she should just be herself.
"Hello Hermione, I'm Luna. You have very pretty hair." She said with a smile.
Hermione was shocked with this words she always thought her hairs were terrible. Only her parents and Konrad complimented them which make her feel very happy and close to them. Luna didn't know that but thanks to her words, she became potentially very important to Hermione just like this. Only people she considered family or friends would praise her hair and even Konrad wasn't aware how much those words meant to Hermione. Any feeling of worry disappeared from her mind.
"T-Thank you! Then if you are Konrad's friend.. would... you like to be mine too? I really like your earrings" Hermione asked hopefully, she didn't care if Luna was magical or not, had weird hobbies, or lived far away, She wanted to be her friend. She praised her hair! And a mind of a woman is the greatest mystery of any universe. Hermione wasn't even aware that her simple praise was the same for Luna as Luna's praise was for her. Soon the two girls chatted as if they knew each other for years. Hermione and Konrad helped Luna learn since she was behind them , then they played together with Cristal and shared stories. Konrad looked at the two girls suddenly having such a strong bond reading a book together and smiled 'I knew they would like each other but i don't understand how they could become so close in such a short amount of time?' He thought. 'Really. How do women's mind work?'
Soon the day came to an end. Luna, Konrad and Hermione were reading a book together sitting on the bed, Konrad in the center. Then Konrad realized that their heads were lying on his shoulders, light snores coming from the girls. 'They fell asleep in such a cute position' he thought. He lifted them lightly with magic and lied them on the bed in a more comfortable position. He smiled seeing the girls peaceful expressions. He hid all the magic books and lied on the couch nearby with Cristal.
He wanted to strengthen his occlumency a little but he also fell victim to the exhaustion of the day and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep. While he was out the girls unconsciously changed position.

Dan met Xenophilius when they came back for their children. They struck a conversation and chatted for a while until Petunia brought them to Konrad's room.
*knock knock*
"Girls! Your parents are here for you!" Petunia shouted lightly. No one answered her so she opened heather door. The three adults were met by a very cute sight. A bunch of toys lying on the ground, a boy sleeping on the couch and two little girls sleeping on the boy's bed hugging each other closely in their sleep.
"Haha it seems the kids exhausted themselves quiet a bit didn't they?" Said Dan.
"You're quiet right Mr granger, hahaha" replied Xenophilius.
"But what are we gonna do now? They seem to be sticked to each other pretty hard. How are we supposed to separate them." Said Dan still amused with the situation, yet happy that Hermione got a new friend.
"Well we can leave them like this for a while and I'll make you some tea. We'll think off something later haha!" Said Petunia.
The adults went down for a while chatting of how cute their children were, and neither spotted a snake curled on one of the Kids chest sleeping soundly. 
While this was happening, Cristal dreamed about her daddy patting her and praising her clean scales. She was really happy.

In the end the girls were brought home still sleeping some time later. Each of them thought later of how lucky they were to have such close friends.
Their training and friendship continued...

Who doesn’t like reincarnation, everyone likes reincarnation. It’s a standard story about mc that takes over the body, has some strong abilities. Gets the girl, crushes the bad guy.
With some interesting ideas if I do say so myself  ;p 


I don’t own anything in HP universe and any other franchises I use;)

English is not my native language and this is my first novel so don’t be to hard on me and enjoy ;)

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