"So, you're telling me… I'm a forty-year-old wandering wizard who was expelled from the Magician's Council for using necromancy and dark arts on a fellow classmate? And now, you're going to help me get revenge on all those wizards who pointed fingers at me and made my life miserable? You mean to say, with your assistance, I'll become a legendary wizard?" I asked the system, my voice laced with disbelief.
After all… I'm just a nine-year-old boy who doesn't belong to this world—this Harry Potter universe.
Yes, you heard it right. I don't belong here. In my previous life, I was an ordinary man living a mundane life on Earth. I worked at a bank, enjoyed reading fan fiction, and loved outdoor sports. I died at the age of thirty while saving a child who had run onto the road.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the body of a five-year-old boy named Heath Granger.
Granger—as in Hermione Granger. Yes, that Hermione. Turns out, I'm two years younger than her and, apparently, her little brother. Except, I don't exist in the original books. This version of the wizarding world has clearly been twisted into something far bigger—and far more dangerous.
When I opened my eyes for the first time in this new body, I experienced my first magical outburst. The real Heath Granger had died falling from a tree, and I had taken over his body. I remember being surrounded by thick branches and dense undergrowth. My outburst had caused the plants and trees nearby to grow wildly, responding to my emotions. Since then, I've had a deep connection with nature. I could touch a plant and feel its essence, understand its needs, even help it grow faster. Nature magic, as I later learned.
The following four years passed in peace. Being the youngest, I was adored and pampered. Hermione, despite being bossy and studious, was a caring older sister. Honestly, being a child again was a blessing. I played, explored, and spent most of my time in the garden, nurturing my bond with the plants.
But everything changed today—on my ninth birthday.
Just as I was about to head to the living room to collect my birthday presents, a sudden flash of light enveloped my vision. A screen popped up in front of me.
"System?" I muttered, blinking rapidly.
[Ding! Welcome, Host. You have now awakened the Legendary Counter-Attack System.]
"What kind of universe am I in?" I asked cautiously, still processing what was happening. After all the system obviously had a huge misunderstanding regarding the Harry Potter Universe.
[Ding! The host is currently in a universe that contains both spiritual and magical power. Every person is born with either a spiritual root or a magical root. Those with spiritual roots can learn Mind Magic, Illusion Magic, Alchemy, or Beast Taming. Those with magical roots can master Elemental, Nature, Holy, Dark, or Attack magic.]
[The system is designed to assist the host in counter-attacking those who have wronged him. It provides access to powerful artifacts, rare magic, ancient books, unique bloodlines, and god-tier talents. Complete missions to grow stronger. With time, the host will become a legendary wizard capable of shaking the foundations of this world. This system will help the host overpower every demon, elves amd dwarves. ]
[Apologies for the delayed bond. As compensation, the host has received a system gift along with the standard newbie gift.]
I blinked. "Wait... I'm really not in the Harry Potter universe anymore, am I?". I was quite dumbstruck hearing the words, demon, elves and dwarves.
The world had the same continents, major cities, countries as my previous world. From where did demons, elves and dwarves appeared. I obviously studied a little geography in my elemeny school in this new life never did I hear about any fantasy creatures. On top of that people really did not have any roots,they all studied science and libaral arts. The system had a real great misunderstanding. Leaving the system aside, apparently, necromancy was forbidden to humans because it originated from devil magic. Practicing it was grounds for exile, or worse. That explained my new life's disgrace and expulsion.
Shaking off the shock, I opened the defective system panel.
[System: Legendary Counter-Attack System]
Name: Heath Granger
Age: 45 years.
Bloodline: Wizard
Root: Magical Root (Grade 4)
Talents: Advanced Nature Magic, Primary Holy Magic, Advanced Elemental Magic, Intermediate Attack Magic, Primary Dark Magic
Inventory: Newbie Gift, System Gift
Apparently, roots were graded from 1 to 5. The higher the grade, the more talents a person could learn. Most ordinary people had grade 2 or 3 roots, rarely higher. My Grade 4 magical root was already impressive—but it got better. Since my soul was that of a forty-five-year-old wizard according to the sytem, with over two decades of training from the Magician's Council, I had retained an unusually diverse magical talent pool. That explained why I was so proficient in nature magic from such a young age.
Ignoring the age, I took a deep breath and tapped on the inventory. Time to open the gifts.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained the Succubus Bloodline.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a Grade 5 Spiritual Root.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have obtained a Mythical Ice Phoenix Egg.]
A strange warmth spread through my body, tingling at the edge of my nerves. My breath hitched as an intense wave of comfort surged over me. It was as if every cell in my body was being cleansed and reborn. I moaned slightly—yes, it felt that good.
When I opened my eyes again, the system panel had updated.
[System: Legendary Counter-Attack System]
Name: Heath Granger
Age: 45 (Biological Age: 9)
Bloodline: Wizard, Succubus
Roots: Magical Root (Grade 4), Spiritual Root (Grade 5)
Talents: Advanced Nature Magic, Primary Holy Magic, Advanced Elemental Magic, Intermediate Attack Magic, Primary Dark Magic, Primary Mind Magic, Advanced Charm Magic, Primary Dream Magic
Pets: Mythical Ice Phoenix
Inventory: System Gift
With the addition of the Spiritual Root, two new talents had awakened within me—Mind Magic and Dream Magic.
Mind Magic gave me the ability to perceive the thoughts and emotions of those around me, an extremely useful skill in both battle and conversation. Dream Magic, still at the primary level, allowed me to enter people's dreams. Though my current magic reserves limited its power, I could sense its future potential.
The Charm Magic, however, was a direct result of the Succubus bloodline. People—especially those with weaker mental resistance—would find it difficult to ignore me. They will easily fall to my charms. Well, at least I won't die single this time. That's a win in my book.
Finally, it was time to open the last item in my inventory—the System Gift.
[Ding! Congratulations. You have obtained a Live Editing Broadcast Sub-System.]
I blinked. A sub-system… within a system?
Opening the new panel, I learned that it was a rare apology gift from the main Counter-Attack System for its delayed activation. This sub-system allowed me to select five individuals as live broadcast viewers. They could see whatever video I chose to show, interact with each other via comments, and—most crucially—the more shocked they became, the more talents I could extract from them.
Before I could finish processing this, another system notification rang out:
[Ding! Mission Alert: The Supreme Wizard of the Human World is on his way to your home to recruit your elder sister. Your sister possesses a top-grade spiritual talent, that makes the Supreme wizard very greedy. Your side objective: Make the supreme wizard appreciate your own talents. Main objective: Gain admission into the magical academy alongside your sister.]
I stared at the prompt and sighed.
"Seriously? I'm only nine. Hogwarts doesn't admit students until they're eleven. What kind of rigged mission is this?"
Then it hit me.
I had the Broadcast System.
If I couldn't go to Hogwarts the normal way, I would force them to come to me.
.......
Inside the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, the morning sun poured in through the stained-glass windows. Albus Dumbledore was seated at his desk, surrounded by the four house heads—Professor McGonagall, Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Snape.
They were mid-discussion, planning the annual delivery of acceptance letters to the next class of young witches and wizards. McGonagall and Sprout were debating which region to visit first. Flitwick was jotting down potential students, while Snape sat in thoughtful silence.
Then, without warning, five translucent screens materialized in front of them.
All conversation ceased. Wands were instantly drawn, but no spell could touch the screens. Even Dumbledore looked perplexed.
Snape extended his hand toward one of the panels, only for it to pass through harmlessly.
Before they could react further, the screens lit up.
A video began to play.
The setting was a dim, underground dungeon. Flames flickered along the stone walls. A large, enchanted mirror stood off to one side. Three figures stood in front of the mirror—an adult cloaked in shadow, and two young boys.
One of them was instantly recognizable. Thin, with a lightning-shaped scar, round glasses slipping down his nose, blood trickling from a cut on his arm—Harry Potter.
Beside him stood another boy, shorter and younger, with traces of baby fat still clinging to his cheeks. He had long black hair tied in a bun, his fair skin streaked with dirt, yet even the grime couldn't mask his striking charm. In his hand, he held a white wand pointed directly at the cloaked figure.
Floating behind him was a magnificent creature—an ethereal Ice Phoenix, glowing with a divine blue light.
The younger boy's eyes were cold with determination, but his youthful features lent an almost surreal contrast to his stern expression.
The confrontation was clear. The two boys were standing against the older man.
The man's face remained obscured by shadow, but when he spoke, his voice echoed like a hiss through the office:
"Heath Granger and Harry Potter... Allow me to introduce myself. I am Voldemort."
A chill fell over the room. Even though the speaker's face was hidden, the very mention of the name sent shivers down every spine.
Then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the video ended. The screens faded into nothingness.
Silence gripped the office.
Dumbledore leaned back, eyes narrowed behind his half-moon spectacles.
McGonagall clutched the edge of her chair.
Snape's lips were pressed into a thin line, his gaze locked on the empty space where the video had been.
No one spoke, but one thing was clear.
Voldemort was... Really alive.