Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

The wizard is the god, and the wizard's will dominates everything.

At a critical moment, the law finally came into effect.

The dagger broke free from Filch's hand, and driven by Zhang Huowang's will, it penetrated the skinny body fiercely.

A blood flower bloomed.

Filch died, together with his cat lady, leaving only a last word full of helplessness.

"Damn magic...".

The death countdown reaches zero, and Zhang Huowang is safe and sound.

In the sky above the Forbidden Forest, the crows that had been hovering for a long time came in a croaking noise, wanting to eat its flesh.

This is the nature of animals, and it is the nature of humans to let the dead rest in peace.

Zhang Huowang rested for a moment, waved his hand to disperse the crows, and buried them.

As smart as he was, he could guess why Filch wanted to kill him, but he had no resentment towards the person who almost killed him.

Even after thinking about those years when I struggled for magic power, I still feel a little sad and sad.

Zhang Huowang shook his head vigorously to dispel these meaningless emotions and quickly returned to Hogwarts.

The heavy snow had wiped out all traces.

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The next morning, before dawn, Dumbledore, who had recovered his health, decided to have a sincere conversation with Zhang Huowang.

Principal room.

Fire Phoenix Fox looked at Zhang Huowang with a little fear, and then decisively set himself on fire.

What could poor Fox do wrong? It just didn't want to be bled by this greedy boy again.

Zhang Huowang smacked his lips in regret: "What a pity. Maybe Phoenix blood can help me restore my magic power faster."

Dumbledore's eyes twitched and he said patiently.

"A good news, a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"It doesn't matter, you don't want to cast a forgetting spell on the little wizards anyway."

Zhang Huowang rolled his eyes and replied.

With his magic power exhausted, he needed at least three days to recuperate, and now he couldn't even use the Forgetting Curse.

But when he asked his guardian for help, the reply he received was.

no.

The bad old man in front of him forced the poor half-blood prince to be in solitary confinement after knowing that Snape was also a protector.

"If I had known you were a pedantic, bad old man, I would have signed an unbreakable oath with you."

Zhang Huowang complained again without saying anything.

Dumbledore said expressionlessly: "Then let's break the bad news first."

"You have exposed too much tonight, which will undoubtedly attract the attention of the entire wizarding world."

"Think about it, an 11-year-old little wizard not only knows black magic, but also has the strength to compete with the White Devil Dumbledore."

"What's even more coincidental is that this little wizard is now exhausted of his magic power and can't even use the Forgetting Spell..."

"Wizards, although they possess magical powers, are still human beings after all."

When Dumbledore said this, he stopped and looked intently at the young man's black pupils.

Zhang Huowang rolled his eyes again: "Once a tiger is in trouble, hungry wolves will swarm up and eat it alive."

He understood very well what the old man meant.

Those who are ten percent ahead of others are geniuses, and those who are one hundred percent ahead are insane.

And someone like him could be a monster or an evildoer, but he could never be a human being.

And assuming that Zhang Huowang is not a human being...

What will those pure-blood families and the British Ministry of Magic, which is good at internal affairs, do?

Looking at history, the results are obvious.

People who are too outstanding will not become changemakers in the wizarding world.

They can only be named the Dark Lord like Grindelwald and be imprisoned in a corner somewhere to spend the rest of their lives.

And Zhang Huowang's end will be even more miserable.

The vested interests in the wizarding world will inevitably turn into wolves, strip him of his skin and cramps, eat him dry and wipe him clean, to ensure their long-lasting dominance.

Dumbledore was silent for a while, took off his reading glasses, and spoke again.

"As a guardian, I will fulfill my promise."

"Since it takes three days for you to recover your magic power, within these three days, I will help you block the pressure from the Ministry of Magic."

"You have to deal with the rest by yourself."

"As for the Forgetting Curse, you must never cast it on your classmates."

"Oh."

Zhang Huowang's face was expressionless, but he was muttering in his heart.

What happened to the Oblivion Curse?

The Forgetting Curse, the Forgetting Curse is good, the Forgetting Curse is wonderful.

It just has some minor side effects. For example, it makes the little wizards' brains, which are already difficult to use, become even more ineffective.

Do you think I'm doing it for myself?

No, you are wrong.

I am obviously protecting the cute little wizards and letting them not make mistakes and avoid being hurt by me.

I'm obviously a good person!

Dumbledore seemed to know what Zhang Huowang was thinking, and said helplessly.

"Okay, just forget about the Forgetting Curse."

"Now for the good news."

Dumbledore grabbed a handful of cockroach candy, took another sip of lemonade to moisten his throat, and said.

"You need a secluded place for these three days, and Hogwarts has just such a place."

"I promise that as long as you find it, you won't be disturbed."

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"It's true that I won't be disturbed, but only if I can find it."

Zhang Huowang stood in the dark corridor of the castle with an indignant look on his face.

The Room of Requirement is rumored to appear when little wizards need it.

"Then you should fucking come out!"

For two hours, he walked through all the corridors of Hogwarts like a ghost.

However, there was no movement on those mottled walls, no matter whether Zhang Huowang was beating, scolding, scratching or biting.

"Is my posture incorrect?"

Zhang Huowang stopped and looked thoughtful.

Hogwarts, like an old elder, lovingly watches these cute little wizards learn, grow, take risks, and get married.

So as a little wizard, what should be your mentality when facing your grandfather?

Or how to be filial?

Finally, Zhang Huowang tidied up his scattered robes, feeling the magic power he had just regained, and elegantly took out his homemade wand.

"If you don't fucking open the door, I'll shoot you to pieces!!!!"

"Boom boom..."

The stone bricks on the mottled wall shook violently, and the Room of Requirement finally appeared.

Isn't this just mean?

Zhang Huowang collected his magical power and stepped in.

This is a small room, but the furniture is fully furnished and of excellent quality, and there is even a lot of steaming food.

Zhang Huowang was very satisfied with this.

In his previous life, his biggest wish was to buy a house like this after retirement.

Pull up the Internet cable, equip it with an Asus family computer and ps5, and then arrange an 18-year-old black silk technician, and finally die on the black silk.

But now, his goal is to grow up and become a god, and then realize such a wish.

Probably, this is about not forgetting the original intention.

Zhang Huowang ate and drank enough and began to check his body.

"No wonder the ancients described the great terror between life and death as stealing heaven's secrets."

"Forty percent of my subconscious is liberated, which means that I will have enough strength to protect myself next."

"The great plan can finally begin!"

Zhang Huowang was delighted to feel the rapid recovery of magic power. In just half a quarter of an hour, [-]% of his power had been restored.

Not only that, he clearly felt that his will and self-confidence were stronger, and the quality of his magic power increased geometrically.

Vaguely, his eyes seemed to be able to cross the boundary between reality and reality, and see the starry sea of ​​magic.

The ultimate goal of the great plan is to conquer this sea of ​​stars!