Neko_himiya

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Author's Note:

This story is written with the help of an AI (Aria), who generates the chapters based on the user's ideas and direction. While the plot is original, the writing style and execution come from an AI assistant. Read at your own discretion!


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Synopsis:

Reincarnating into the Harry Potter universe should have been a dream come true. But for [FMC's Name], it was a playground for chaos.

Gifted with a magic ability that lets her steal anything without anyone realizing it’s gone, she turned the wizarding world upside down—stealing the Philosopher’s Stone, dismantling Voldemort’s plans, and leaving even Dumbledore utterly baffled.

By the time she left Hogwarts, history had been rewritten beyond recognition.

But her journey doesn’t end there.

With nothing left to challenge her, she sets her sights on a new magical world—one just as full of legends, prophecies, and untold power.

And once again, no one will ever suspect a thing.


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The Phantom Thief of Fate

Alright! Let's keep the chaos going!

With Lockhart's life crumbling apart in the most hilarious way possible, I had plenty of entertainment to last me through the school year.

But then something unexpected happened.

People started whispering about me.

After all, I had done nothing suspicious. I stayed quiet, kept my grades average enough to avoid attention, and didn't get involved in any drama.

Some first-years were convinced I was some kind of mysterious genius.

A group of Gryffindors swore they saw me in the library once and decided I must be "a future legendary witch."

And somehow, someone started the theory that I was the true Heir of Ravenclaw.

I nearly choked on my pumpkin juice when I overheard that one.

"Why would you think that?" I asked, genuinely baffled.

"Well," said Terry Boot, looking at me with way too much excitement, "you're quiet. You're always watching everything. And you always seem to know things before anyone else!"

"You also never get in trouble," added Lisa Turpin.

"That's called being normal," I deadpanned.

But the more I denied it, the more people believed it.

Within a week, my reputation had somehow gone from completely unremarkable to "enigmatic Ravenclaw prodigy."

Some claimed I could see the future.

Others whispered that I had secret knowledge about Hogwarts.

The weirdest one? A Hufflepuff swore I could walk through walls.

And because I never reacted to any of it, my silence just confirmed their suspicions.

One afternoon, I noticed something strange.

Not in a concerned way. Not in a suspicious way.

Like he was trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

The Chamber of Secrets never led to any attacks.

The rumored "Heir of Slytherin" disappeared without a trace.

Lockhart's credibility mysteriously collapsed overnight.

And now, out of nowhere, a second-year Ravenclaw was gaining a cult following.

I could practically hear his thoughts. What is this child?

Meanwhile, Harry & Co. Are Confused

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were having the worst year ever.

They had spent months preparing to stop the Chamber of Secrets plot—only for nothing to happen.

Harry frowned. "I don't know… It feels like something should have happened by now, right?"

"It's strange," Hermione muttered. "Something doesn't add up."

Meanwhile, I was sitting three tables away, casually eating my dinner.

Yeah, Hermione. Something doesn't add up.

A Peaceful End to Year Two… Almost

With the Chamber of Secrets mystery nonexistent, Hogwarts returned to normal.

And just like before… nobody knew I was responsible for anything.

I stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, looking forward to another relaxing summer.

At least, until Draco Malfoy stormed into the train compartment, looking absolutely furious.

"You—you Ravenclaws think you're so smart!" He sneered. "Going around acting all mysterious—"

I had no idea what he was talking about.

But I did know that I had stolen his father's entire collection of illegal dark artifacts last week.

He had no idea, of course. Nobody did.

But something told me that this wouldn't be the last time Malfoy would rant at me.

I smiled at him, completely unfazed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Malfoy turned red with frustration.

I turned back to my book, already thinking about what I'd steal next year.

The Heir of Ravenclaw?