Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Nick Flamel would set aside time each week to tutor Hermione, and with Hermione's talent and the added bonus of being chosen by God, she progressed at an astonishing speed. Even Nick was amazed by her progress, calling her a prodigy. Soon, she reached the standard of the book's teaching field and was pulled into that field, entering a state of stagnation in her studies.

Dumbledore, of course, knew of his old friend's visit and warmly welcomed him into his office, serving him black tea with ten sugar cubes and honey, and even offering him a pile of cockroaches. Nick was touched by this hospitality; he now thought of the headmaster's office as an interrogation room and wanted to tell Dumbledore, "Ask me anything, I'll confess everything."

In the end, Dumbledore revealed his true intentions, wanting Nick to join him in fighting Voldemort. Unsurprisingly, he was refused. Nick didn't want to get involved in any more conflicts. He was too old; over six centuries of life had made him see many things clearly. Except when Grindelwald might actually disrupt his peace and require his intervention, he only wanted to be an observer.

With the Philosopher's Stone already given to Harry, he could no longer make the elixir of immortality. The remaining elixir was enough for him and his wife to live for another ten or twenty years. In the remaining time, he only wanted to see the scenery, enjoy the tranquility, teach a student, and finally face his own end. When he was young, he envied the elves in the literature who could live for three thousand years. He thought that was happiness. Unfortunately, he only lived to be over six hundred and sixty years old before he was done living. He really didn't know how the elves in the literature could live to be three thousand years old and still not be done living.

Dumbledore had no choice but to respect his old friend's decision. Looking at the aged legend before him, he thought of another person, a genius, an ambitious man. Unfortunately, they were ultimately not on the same path.

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The Forbidden Forest has been unusually lively lately, with giant spiders running rampant everywhere. They've completely disregarded the clearly defined territories, going wherever they please. To prevent these "little cuties" from harming the students, Hagrid has driven away many of the spiders that have wandered to the edge of the forest. He couldn't bear to kill these furry "cuties," so he released them in another direction. Little did he know, the direction he released the giant spiders was into territory newly carved out by the centaurs.

The centaurs originally wanted to continue acting as their forest rangers and punish the giant spiders, but these giant spiders were only concerned with fleeing frantically and completely ignored the centaurs. Even when they were riddled with arrows by the centaurs, they were determined to escape.

"hiss!"

A hiss, neither quite a snake nor quite a snake, came from the territory of the eight-eyed giant spider. It was a giant snake nearly 40 meters long. Its scales had peeled off, and sharp spikes and tentacles had grown back. Its mouthparts split into six lobes. It had abandoned its fangs and instead transformed them into bony sprayers that could directly spray highly corrosive venom. These biological sprayers had four in its mouth and seven eyes, twisted and growing all over its body. It also retained its original ability: any creature that saw its eyes would petrify and die.

At this moment, the terrifying monster was feeding. The eight-eyed giant spider was an important part of its original diet. This basilisk, which Salazar Slytherin had raised, had now completely become Riddle's appendage. Its body had been modified in a strange green color, making it more powerful, ugly, and foul. This modification made it more powerful, but at the same time, its body emitted a stench that was repulsive to both the soul and the body.

Riddle watched the basilisk's perspective silently, a smile playing on his lips. Soon it would be over. Once the basilisk was well-fed and its power returned to its peak, he could launch a full-scale attack on Hogwarts. With such immense power, why bother with clandestine actions? Only Dumbledore was a real problem at Hogwarts; the others were mere pawns. Considering this, in a one-on-one fight against Dumbledore, with his divinely bestowed power, the advantage was in his hands!

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Hogsmeade Village, an all-wizard village that is especially rare in this timeline, is bound to Hogwarts and located within its territory, but today, it is no longer peaceful.

Pig Head Bar.

"Haha, hehe, hehe..." A pink-eyed guest was staring at the portrait of Ariana Dumbledore on the wall, but it wasn't an obsession of love. If you looked down a little, you could see his hands were doing needlework.

"Damn beast!!"

A roar drew everyone's attention in the bar. Then, the patrons turned back to see Aberforth Dumbledore, the owner of the Hog's Head. He had seen what the damned guy was doing and angrily pulled out his wand, unleashing a Blast Charm at the man.

The guy was hit by the Explosion Curse, and his body flew into the air like a rag doll. Aberforth had already stopped, otherwise the guy would have become a real rag doll.

Aberforth walked up to the dying man, crushed his genitals with his foot, and then threw him away.

Such scenes were becoming increasingly common in Hogsmeade. The reason for this lies in shifting our focus downwards. In the underground of Hogsmeade, a room had appeared out of nowhere, filled with an atmosphere of debauchery. Men and women, men and men, women and women were lost in their passions. Lockhart, standing on a specially constructed platform, watched the scene with satisfaction. He had already made Hogsmeade his stronghold, his missionary post, where he would convert the people to his followers. Albus could never have imagined that Hogsmeade, so close to him, would become the first stronghold for Lockhart's rise to power.

"Dumbledore, Harry Potter~" Lockhart looked at the room in front of him, licked his lips, "You won't be happy for much longer. Believe me, when the time comes, I will storm Hogwarts and show you that I am no longer the same person I once was. I will turn you, all of you who despise me, into sex slaves, hahahahahaha...!"

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Hogwarts appeared peaceful and serene, but Dumbledore's unease grew stronger. He had a premonition of something ominous, as if countless eyes were watching him.

Harry also sensed a strong malice, though he didn't know where it came from, but he estimated it would be difficult to deal with. In order to survive in this "safest place in the world," he took out his book "Enchanted Sculpture" and went with Nicolas Flamel to see the carving knife given to him by the owner of his Philosopher's Stone, and continued to study in depth.