Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

When a strange lightning strikes the anime cafe he is in, Harry is drawn into a whole new world. When he wakes up, he finds himself in a different world full of anime and fantasy elements. Various characters from the anime world are walking on the streets here: there is Naruto in an orange uniform, a blue-haired boy holding a wooden sword, and a group of female warriors in typical battle costumes.

Harry was confused, but also full of curiosity about this wonderful world. He wandered the streets and met many characters from different animations, each with its own unique story and abilities. Harry gradually realized that the world he came to was an intersection connecting various anime and comics worlds, and he himself seemed to be the key to being involved here.

As time goes by, Harry begins to adapt to this alien world and builds deep friendships with other characters. He learns to use his wisdom and courage to help those characters in need solve their problems. Sometimes, he embarks on adventures with other anime heroes to fight against the evil forces that threaten this world.

However, Harry also realized that this world is not just about joy and adventure. He found that some characters were facing inner struggles and pain, and some were even in desperate situations. In this world of intertwined emotions and battles, Harry began to think about his mission and responsibility.

As the story progresses, Harry gradually uncovers the bigger secrets behind this anime world. He finds that he is not just an ordinary college student, but is chosen to be the guardian of this world, responsible for maintaining the balance and harmony of the anime world.

In this unknown and possible world, Harry faces huge challenges and choices. He needs to learn to use his abilities to protect every character in this world while looking for a way to return to his original world. This journey will test his courage, wisdom and determination, and will also change his destiny.

In the freezing cold of the Wall, three night watchmen wrapped in heavy cloaks and holding torches carefully walked through the woods. Their expressions were solemn, and their eyes vigilantly scanned the gloomy tree shadows and dark corners around them.

"This kind of weather is most likely to make people nervous." A night watchman whispered, his voice sounding hoarse and heavy in the cold wind.

"Stop talking nonsense and focus. This is the white ghosts' territory." Another night watchman responded vigilantly, the torch in his hand swaying slightly, casting a swaying light and shadow.

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the woods, like a howl from the depths of hell.

"Look, over there!" The third night watchman suddenly pointed to a shadowy corner in front and shouted in horror.

The three of them worked together, raised the torches, and shone the light on the target in the darkness. Under the light of the fire, they were surprised to find a pale figure twisting and groaning.

"Is this the legendary white ghost?" the night watchman asked tremblingly in a low voice.

However, they soon discovered that the pale figure was not the legendary white ghost, but a wounded man, his clothes were torn, his skin was as white as snow, and he looked very weak.

"Hurry, help him up." The vigilant night watchman stepped forward, raised the torch high, and illuminated the man's face.

The man slowly opened his eyes, revealing a look of surprise. "You...are not white ghosts?" He said in a low voice, with a little breath.

“White ghost?” The vigilant night watchman frowned. “Are you talking about those legendary monsters? You are injured. We will take you to get treatment.”

They carefully helped the man up and found that he seemed to have lost most of his strength. The man described his experience to them - he was a traveler who met a group of white ghosts on the road and was chased here.

“White ghosts… they are not human, they are…” the man said breathlessly, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Stop talking, you need to rest." One of the night watchmen interrupted him and directed the others to escort the man to the infirmary in the castle.

In the castle, the man was treated and taken care of. He introduced himself as a traveler from a distant country who was looking for his missing companions. As far as he knew, the white ghost was a vicious creature that often appeared in this area and was terrifying.

The night watchmen began to be curious about the legend of the white ghosts. They learned from the man that the white ghosts were a group of monsters transformed by some kind of curse, and they liked to appear at night and attack passers-by.

As night fell, the night watchmen stepped up their patrols around the city walls and the woods. They stood silently in the cold wind, staring intently at everything in the darkness around them.

"Do you think what this traveler said is true? Are there really white ghosts in this area?" a night watchman asked in a low voice, looking at the pale shadows of trees in the distance.

"No matter what, we must remain vigilant." The vigilant night watchman said solemnly, "Night is the most dangerous time, we cannot let our guard down."

At this moment, a piercing howl came from deep in the woods. The night watchmen immediately raised their weapons, and the light of torches flickered in the darkness.

"The white ghosts are coming!" a night watchman shouted.

They quickly adjusted their formation and prepared to fight. Several blurry figures gradually appeared in the woods, and their pale faces looked eerie and terrifying under the firelight.

"Keep calm and don't panic!" The vigilant night watchman led them with a firm look in his eyes.

On that cold and windy night, the night watchmen patrolled outside the Wall, looking for the legendary white ghost. They passed through dense forests and wastelands, and the faint light of torches flickered in the darkness, reflecting the anxious and nervous faces of the night watchmen from time to time.

"Be careful, this is where white ghosts are most likely to appear." An elderly night watchman whispered to his companions, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

"Don't worry, we have been prepared." The young night watchman straightened his back, holding a sharp spear in his hand, and looked around intently.

Suddenly, a shrill howl sounded from not far away, like a ghost's call, which was creepy.

"Quick, prepare for battle!" The older night watchman gave a loud order, and the group quickly adjusted their formation to prepare for the impending danger.

In the darkness, a group of pale figures gradually emerged, approaching the night watchers silently like ghosts. These white ghosts were thin, with distorted faces and empty and gloomy eyes.

"The white ghost is coming!" someone exclaimed.

The Night's Watch were undaunted, meeting the White Walkers' charge with spears and shields. The light from the torches flickered in the battle, revealing scenes of horror.