Starting from the Legacy of Hogwarts, he transformed into the Dark Lord.

The next morning, Sarko rolled out of bed early.

Without saying a word, he rushed into the bathroom and took a thorough cold shower, successfully calming down the machine spirit.

"I sleep at 3 AM and wake up at 6 AM; even the King of Hell praises my good health."

Glancing at the clock on the wall, Sako muttered to himself, somewhat speechless, "My body's been acting strange ever since I transmigrated. I can only sleep for about three hours a night, and I'm overflowing with energy... Could there be something wrong with my body?"

"Could it be because I set my maximum health to 99999?"

"Well, it's not a bad thing at all."

After changing into a robe he had just bought yesterday, Sako, having tidied himself up, looked at himself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

"It's a pity I have to catch the train today. I wish I could stay abroad a little longer. I'd like to travel abroad."

This is Sakho's biggest regret. He received the notification on August 31, 1994, leaving him with only one day. Moreover, he had to go out this morning to buy the last item on his shopping list before he drove off at 11 o'clock.

1994 marked Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts, the year the Triwizard Tournament was restarted and Voldemort officially returned. The first appearance of Cedric's death also foreshadowed the transformation of the Harry Potter novels from children's fairy tales to stories written for older children.

However, for Sarko, this story was still a bit too fairytale-like. The things Voldemort did after his resurrection didn't seem to deserve the title of Dark Lord.

How dare he call himself the Dark Lord after killing only a few dozen people?

Who are they looking down on?!

As a legendary senior who genuinely stormed the Forbidden Forest and slaughtered the goblins, Sarco was the first to object. If he hadn't arrived in such a hurry, he could have built a mound of skulls at Hogwarts that was taller than the castle itself.

Stupid players love to do this kind of thing, and Sakho believes he should be in the inner circle of stupid players.

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Sarco randomly picked up an unlucky early riser on the Muggle streets and requisitioned his man and car.

Astral projection

With the help of a local, he easily found a ready-made clothing store that could make custom-made suits.

Money was no problem. With just a penny in hand, he could quickly swell his wallet. To thank the middle-aged man who had been late for work by showing him the way, Sakho generously swiped his bank card to six figures. After paying for the urgent order of his suit, the remaining tens of thousands of pounds in the card were enough for him to earn in six or seven years of work.

"Time is a bit tight, drive me to King's Cross Station now."

With the accelerator floored and running red lights all the way, Sakho arrived at the departure station just in time at 10:50. The driver who brought him there had a slightly dazed look in his eyes. Having just had his memories altered, he felt as if he had met an incredibly important person today.

Sakho strode to the pillar between Platform 9 and Platform 10 and, without hesitation, charged straight into it.

Suddenly, the world in front of him changed dramatically. Platform 9¾ and the words "Hogwarts Express" made him excitedly skip a few steps. There were only two minutes left before departure, and the scarlet Hogwarts Express had already sounded its whistle.

"I'm fucking here!"

The shout startled many people, who turned to look at Sakho in surprise. But when they saw that he was a handsome man, the girls' astonishment turned into delight.

"I need to go see what Harry Potter actually looks like, otherwise what's the point of coming to Hogwarts?!"

Without a word, Saco, who was strolling around on the train, went from compartment to compartment. His handsome face, which he had never seen before, suddenly appeared in front of the students, arousing a lot of speculation. Some guessed that he was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, while others guessed that he was a transfer student from another school.

After declining several enthusiastic witches' requests to sit in their compartments, Sako, having reached the middle of the train, finally found the location of the main trio.

"Knock knock knock".

Sakho knocked on the door politely, since kicking the door open on the first meeting wouldn't be a good idea and would lower his impression of Sakho.

"Please come in, what can I do for you?"

A scarred boy looked over with some suspicion. After Sakho entered the private room, he asked, "I haven't seen you at school before. May I ask who you are?"

"The new students who just enrolled this year are in the fifth grade."

"You're kidding, right!"

The red-haired kid sitting next to the scarred boy yelled, "Where did you go to school before?"

"You haven't heard of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect, it's in the east, thousands of kilometers away from here."

Sakho casually replied to Ron and glanced at Harry Potter.

"You're the legendary boy who survived, the savior of the English wizarding world, the only one to survive the Avada Kedavra curse, and the one who killed Voldemort at the age of one, right?!"

Harry's toes dug into the train car floor from the long list of titles that Sarko recited.

"No, no... I... I am Harry Potter, but not as exaggerated as you say."

Harry, who could barely speak, waved his hands repeatedly, his face turning slightly red.

"Don't be so modest. After all, these are things you've experienced. But I'm a little curious..."

Harry, who was being stared at by Sakho, scratched his head, feeling a little confused.

"Go ahead and say it." Harry didn't have a bad impression of Sarko, but he felt that Sarko was exaggerating a bit.

"You've been in the wizarding world for four years now. Have you gone to Godric's Hollow to lay a flower at your parents' graves? Like a lily, since your mother's name, Lily, means lily."

Harry's face turned deathly pale in that instant. He stammered, not daring to look Sark in the eye, his head lowered and his fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"It seems you don't."

Sakho sighed regretfully, "Your mother protected you with the magic of love, but you never went back to see them even once. The statue of the three of you is in the square of Godric Valley village, with her holding you when you were just a baby."

"Shut up!" Ron stepped forward and snapped when he saw Harry's deathly pale face and the look of utter guilt on his face. "What do you know! Harry—"

"Ron."

Harry reached out and grabbed Ron's arm, pulling him back to his seat. He took a deep breath and said, "It was definitely my fault."

"I want to thank you for reminding me."

"I don't know your name?"

"Sakho." Sakho grinned. "The Devil Clown, Sakho."

"What kind of name is this? Are you kidding us?"

Ron scoffed at this. "Don't listen to his nonsense, Harry. He doesn't know anything and is full of lies."

"What if it's true, and I'm not lying to you?"

Sakho wasn't angry, after all, he was the one who chose this terrible name. If he had known that he could time travel after his sudden death, Sakho would have come up with an even more outrageous name.

"How about we make a bet?"