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Hogwarts : I Have the Holy Father System

NOTE :-This is translation of a Chinese fanfiction Transmigrating into Harry Potter should’ve been a dream come true… Except Darren became Harry’s twin brother, a background extra fated to die off-screen. Just when he was planning to lie low for seven peaceful years, a voice rang out: > “Ding! The Holy Father System has been bound!” Now, every time he acts like a perfect saint, he gains Holy Points— and the rewards are absurd. Phoenix tears? Got them. The power of “Silence”? Sure. A dragon’s reverse scale? Why not. He only wanted to play nice. But somehow, the “kindest boy in Hogwarts” might end up the most terrifying being alive. --- --- Darren transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter — only to discover that he had become Harry’s twin brother. At first, he thought he could quietly survive seven uneventful years at Hogwarts… Until a mysterious voice echoed in his mind: > “Ding! The Holy Father System has been activated.” From then on, as long as Darren acted like a saintly do-gooder, he could earn Holy Father Points — which could then be exchanged for powerful items and abilities. > “Ding! Congratulations, you’ve obtained Phoenix’s Song.” “Ding! Congratulations, you’ve unlocked the Power of Silence.” “Ding! Congratulations, you’ve acquired the Azure Dragon’s Reverse Scale.” “Ding!...” Armed with divine blessings and an innocent smile, Darren set out to play the role of a kind, self-sacrificing, pure-hearted angel of Hogwarts. He only wanted to act. But somewhere along the way, as his “saintly” deeds piled up, Darren realized— > The road to godhood... might just be easier than he thought. ________________________ ________________________ NOTE :-This is translation of a Chinese fanfiction i have no claim over this fanfic or its characters
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HP: The Dangerous Azkaban Professor

Once, Sargeras Greengrass was a name people only whispered… a genius, feared and admired in equal measure. And now, after all these years, he’s back at Hogwarts. He was born a half-blood into the old Greengrass family, a house steeped in the legacy of Death Eaters. For him, magic didn’t begin with wonder or excitement… it began with pain. A Cruciatus Curse from his own mother. His father? A Death Eater too. His childhood? Let’s just call it survival training. But here’s the thing… Sargeras Greengrass isn’t from this world. He’s a transmigrator, a soul from another life, still carrying old memories. But those memories meant nothing here. All he knew was that a boy named Harry Potter would become someone important… and that Voldemort was the villain of the story. Beyond that, the wizarding world was as strange to him as it was to any outsider. After cutting ties with his family, he entered Hogwarts and devoured every book the castle held. But genius has its price. Expelled in his fifth year, he walked away from school life… and chased magic with even greater hunger. From the forbidden arts of Dark Magic to the War Sorcery of ancient times… even to the long-lost runic spells of the primeval age… he mastered them all with an obsession that bordered on madness. Refining spells. Creating new ones. For Sargeras, magic wasn’t just talent… it was instinct, carved into his very bones. Five years after being cast out, he walked out of Azkaban and through the cold, salty mist of the North Sea, returning to the ancient castle that had once expelled him. But this time, not as a student… as a Professor. They thought Azkaban would break him. Instead, it forged him. Behind that calm voice and composed smile lies a mind sharpened by torment… and a command of magic few even dare to name. The title once whispered in fear has returned to the castle. The Dangerous Genius is back but this time as a Dangerous Professor. ————————————————— This is a Chinese novel translation Support me on Patreon to read 20+ Chapters Ahead https://www.patreon.com/Night_FrOst
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I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director (Creating Fate Movie In Nasuverse)

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
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