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"Is that Professor Jay?"

"really!"

"What do you mean?"

"I guessed right, it was all part of his plan to completely wipe out the Death Eaters!"

The students discussed it animatedly, and even professors from other schools nodded in agreement after hearing the speculation.

Absolutely right, that's the truth.

Tan Wenjie deliberately disappeared in order to lure the Death Eaters out and then completely eliminate them.

Now that the magical world has achieved absolute peace, who is the greatest contributor? The answer is self-evident.

After all, even Dumbledore couldn't eliminate the Death Eaters with such a meticulous plan.

Hermione looked at Tan Wenjie and asked curiously, "Is this really your plan?"

"Of course... no, I have no interest in those rats crossing the street."

His original plan was to make Hermione the absolute protagonist of this world. Just like now, Hermione, who has become the absolute winner in the Triwizard Tournament, has surpassed Harry Potter in terms of fame, strength, and social recognition.

Who says a female lead can't become a leading lady?

"I knew it." Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically.

"But your life afterward may not be very smooth."

The Harry Potter story isn't over yet; there will always be other miscellaneous issues arising, such as goblins, the Fire-Snake Party, or ancient magic.

“I love adventure,” Hermione said confidently.

"May I have this dance?"

"my pleasure."

The two were undoubtedly the focus of the ball.

Tan Wenjie's long hair, carefully styled with fabric softener, brushed against his shoulders several times.

After the dance ended, Tam Man-kit bowed and left.

He made his appearance tonight, and those pure-blood families who were tricked will definitely come knocking on his door, but they'll have to be bold enough.

Hermione walked to the table and picked up a glass of champagne.

What do you think of the professor?

The voice was abrupt, and the question was rather frightening; she was choked and coughed repeatedly.

"Cough cough!"

Hermione turned to look at the source of the voice; it was Ginny, the youngest sister of the Weasleys.

“He taught me a lot.” She knew the other person was a huge Harry fan.

"You like Professor Jay, don't you?" Ginny asked again, getting straight to the point.

Hermione said, "He's a womanizer, he's always on the move, he's always disappearing, and..."

After all, during the time she was with Tan Wenjie, he never hid his lifestyle issues. Many times, while she was hiding in the bedroom, he would be with those people on the sofa, balcony, and other places.

“You have a lot of harassing flies around you.” Luna appeared out of nowhere.

Hermione: "..."

These two female students, one a notorious crazy girl and the other love-obsessed, felt that no matter what she said, she would be misunderstood.

So she lifted her skirt and left quickly.

“Her harassment is getting worse,” Luna said, watching Hermione’s retreating figure.

Ginny added, "But she still didn't say whether she liked the professor."

Hermione, who was walking briskly, stumbled and almost fell.

It's all because the power of magic was too strong; she accidentally overheard those things.

On the other side, Tan Wenjie was surrounded by reporters. Even without the unexpected attack by the Death Eaters, the three-way battle for supremacy would have been a hot topic, let alone now that such a dramatic scene had unfolded.

Reporters surrounded Tan Wenjie, with paper and pens floating around them, and quill pens scribbling down notes.

Someone asked, "Professor Jay, what are your thoughts on Miss Granger's victory in this match, and..."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand, signaling them to listen quietly.

“I have always been indifferent to fame and fortune. My full name is Tan Wenjie. You may have heard some things about me. If you don’t remember, that’s okay. I just have won many awards and participated in important tasks such as defeating Voldemort. I was also Hermione Granger’s professor. Yes, I taught her all her magic.”

The quill pen was writing rapidly, and the reporters cheered.

Both parties were very satisfied with the interview.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I understand your concerns, but this is a ball," Dumbledore said as he approached. "You have stopped one of the most charming men at the ball, which will sadden many ladies."

“May I dance with you, Professor Jay?” a female reporter asked.

"Of course, but you have to wait in line."

"Hahaha." People laughed.

After the reporters left, Dumbledore winked at Tan Wenjie, as if to say, "I've done you a great favor, you're welcome." Tan Wenjie simply rolled his eyes at him.

The old bee did it on purpose.

“Dumbledore, you know me. I have no interest in fame or fortune,” Tan Wenjie said.

"Of course, I've always thought so."

Tan Wenjie raised his hand to his side, and taking advantage of the chaotic and noisy crowd, he lowered his voice and shouted, "The Knights of Merlin owe Professor Jie a First Class Medal!"

The chaos instantly transformed into order.

"That's right, Professor Jay's contributions are outstanding, he deserves it!"

"Medals! Medals! Medals!"

"Medals! Medals! Medals!"

One reporter even excitedly scribbled down, "Professor Jay is the heart of the nation. Wizards from the three major magic academies are chanting his name in unison and hoping to award him a first-class medal, which he deserves!"

Dumbledore, standing next to Tan Wenjie, simply watched this scene with a smile, while Snape, standing not far away, remained speechless.

After spitting out "shameless" through his teeth, he tossed his long, distinct clumps of hair, turned, and left.

“Harry.” Tan Wenjie waved to Harry Potter.

Harry, unaware of what was going on, walked over, and Ron joined him.

"Professor, are you looking for me?"

“I have an important task for you. I suspect that Professor Snape may have received a calendar from Draco Malfoy’s family.”

"What!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

Ron, with a chicken leg in each hand, nodded confidently: "I knew it!"

“Investigate him, keep an eye on him.”

"But Professor Snape doesn't like me."

"Then glare at him with your green eyes, glare at him fiercely!"

"I see."

Harry took a deep breath and walked heavily toward Snape, with Ron following him, upholding the idea that good brothers should share the burden and be loyal.

“You’ve given Snape a difficult problem,” Dumbledore said.

Tan Wenjie shook his head: "No, Snape will thank me."

After the ball ended, news of Tan Wenjie's return spread throughout the entire magical world. Riding this wave of popularity, his businesses experienced the strongest star effect in history, with sales skyrocketing.

Even newspapers sold several times more.

In Hermione's potions lab, Tan Wenjie held a bottle of Felix Felicis, which was described as a "rare" product.

Luck +8, no side effects.

"Is this the preferential treatment for the chosen ones of a plane?" Especially in this world where idealistic magic is the main form of magic, the chosen ones of a plane receive significantly more benefits.

Hermione, who loves learning, would have shown unparalleled potential if she had Harry's talent and luck, just like she does now.

Once things had settled down in the magical world, Tan Wenjie left Hermione behind and embarked on his journey alone once again.

With the existence of the Shadow Realm, illegal smuggling is no longer a problem, and he no longer needs to worry about fighting alone.

……

[Discovering a Hidden Gem: Transformers]

Main Quest: Touch the Spark

[Reward for successful mission: 1000 Arcane Points, increased favorability with the Autobots]

[Mission Failure Penalty: Decepticon Pursuit, Earth Turned into a Battlefield]

[Occupation: Car mechanic]

You are a highly skilled car mechanic, living a monotonous life, only thinking about earning money to satisfy your after-get off work drinking cravings. You are currently on your way to work.

Tan Wenjie drove a dilapidated pickup truck, cutting through the foggy wind as he drove along the road.

After running for a distance, he slammed on the brakes and came to a stop on the side of the road.

"I must be crazy to go to work." He has only just fully integrated into and taken over this world's identity.

Tan Wenjie flipped his hand, and a silly girl appeared in his hand.

"Silly Girl No. 009 is at your service."

"Our goal this time is to touch the AllSpark," Tan Wenjie said. "Theoretically, all machines could come to life."

Bringing Silly Girl 009 back to life was an agreement between them.

Of course, this is still a long way from her becoming a real human, but once the machine has a soul, the rest will no longer be a problem for Tan Wenjie, who is the Emperor of Fengdu.

"The Spark Source? Silly Girl can't get that information from the internet."

Number 009 expressed doubt about what Tan Wenjie said.

"They are very well hidden."

Tan Wenjie never doubted the Transformers' hidden capabilities, after all, they were a silicon-based civilization far superior to Earth, and capable of waging interstellar wars.

Of the worlds he has visited so far, apart from "Magic Phone" which has a clearly off-track technology tree, only DC and Marvel have the ability to fight in interstellar space, but the main storylines all take place on Earth.

"What should I do?" Number 009 asked.

"Transfer one hundred million US dollars to my account immediately," Tan Wenjie said seriously. "I have a very important use for it."

Manipulating a bank account is just a matter of snapping a finger; a normal version of the silly girl would never be able to do anything illegal or disorderly. But 009 has self-awareness and can resist the underlying code.

"I have found 6,000 unclaimed estates for you in the bank system. Now I will modify and verify the information and amend the will. This will take 10 minutes."

In just over ten minutes, Tan Wenjie, who was sitting in the dilapidated pickup truck smoking, had transformed from a poor but handsome mechanic into a rich and handsome mechanic.

He casually flicked the cigarette butt out the car window and started the car.

Even if Silly Girl is intelligent enough, he can't guarantee that she can successfully hide right under the Transformers' noses.

The shadow climbed up his wrist, swallowing the silly girl's phone and erasing all traces of its existence.

Tan Wenjie then turned around on the spot and drove to the town.

I swiped my card to buy a computer and, incidentally, got myself a new outfit.

He found a seat in the coffee shop, logged onto eBay, and quickly found the glasses that the male protagonist had auctioned off. These glasses contained the coordinates of the AllSpark.

He already knew the specific information, but given his current situation, it was unrealistic to force his way in. As long as he joined in, he could naturally access the source of the spark.

"Your coffee, sir."

A busty black woman walked over and smiled as she put down a coffee for Tan Wenjie.

"Thank you." Tan Wenjie casually handed over a hundred-yuan bill as a tip.

"You really... I, you... thank you so much."

Just after Tan Wenjie took off his glasses and agreed on the address for face-to-face pickup today, the busty black woman came over again and left a note with a number on it.

When she noticed Tan Wenjie's gaze, she made a phone call gesture.

Although the red interior and black exterior exude prestige, he hasn't yet reached that level of extreme taste. It's best not to drive some cars casually.

Tan Wenjie casually tossed the note into the trash can and got up to leave.

The black woman at the bar, who witnessed everything, pouted and muttered something.

"He has no idea what he has lost."

Some people even came over to ask for his contact information after witnessing this scene.

“But he gave me this.” The black woman took out the tip she had just received.

For someone who doesn't want to sleep with you to give you so much money, they must be out of their mind.

The person who came to ask for contact information turned around and left. A hundred yuan for a contact number? Does he look like he has something wrong with his head? With that money, he could have found someone more direct.

It's all the fault of those damn rich people who drive up prices!

Tan Wenjie had just sat back in his car when his phone started vibrating.

"Which one?"

A furious roar burst from the receiver, piercing straight into my ears: "Jay, you bastard! Where are you? Do you even know what you do for a living?"

Tan Wenjie pulled the phone away and waited for the roar to end before saying, "A handsome auto mechanic who just inherited a hundred million US dollars?"

"Damn it, you're just a lousy auto mechanic nobody wants. Now, get back to work right now, or I'll dock your pay, and I'll also..."

Tan Wenjie hung up the phone casually.

Sam was still a while away from school, so he decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. The female lead looked exactly like Jennifer.

As a sentimental person, he had to take this opportunity to reminisce about his youth.

……

"Drip-drip-"

The repair shop owner was panting heavily.

"That bastard, how dare he hang up on me!" He roared at the disconnected phone like a red baboon trying to pound its chest in anger, "You're fired!"

Moreover, he had no intention of giving Tan Wenjie any face.

"Do you know what that bastard Jay just said? Ha, he said he just inherited a hundred million dollars, ha!" The boss walked out of the office and complained to the other auto mechanics.

This immediately caused the others to burst into laughter.

"Maybe that guy was drinking early this morning again, and now he's drunk and dreaming—a dream about inheriting the legacy of his Chinese ancestors, hahaha~"

The atmosphere inside the auto repair shop was cheerful.

However, the laughter stopped abruptly after the boss left.

They had long disliked the boss, but they were too good at drinking and had wives and children to support, so they didn't dare to be as assertive as Tan Wenjie.

"Bains, do you believe it? That guy inherited a hundred million dollars."

"Of course not! Unless we're making a movie right now."

"Haha, actually I think inheriting a hundred million is more incredible than alien invasion of Earth."

Someone nearby asked, "Why don't you say there are aliens in our auto repair shop?"

"Aliens? We only have old, abandoned cars here. Could aliens turn into cars?"

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

However, in a place unnoticed by everyone, a dilapidated Chevrolet swayed slightly.

The radio station started crackling and switching stations.

"Found...sizzle...humans...terrifying..." (End of Chapter)