Hogwarts: I Am God of Magic
[Slytherin] [System] [Genius MC] [Academic] [Grey Wizard] [Slow Burn] [Muggle-born]
Will Behrens died alone in a cupboard.
He woke up at seven years old in London, 1987, with two sets of memories and a gift no one else has he can see magic itself as silver threads flowing through the air.
And a panel only he can see:
[You learned Wingardium Leviosa. Charms +1]
[You studied Advanced Potion-Making. Potions +1]
[You gained someone's admiration. Charm +1]
Muggle-born. Orphan. Broke. He found Diagon Alley at nine, bought his own wand at ten, and taught himself magic because no one else would.
In 1991, he is sorted into Slytherin where blood is everything and he has none.
They expect him to polish boots. To fail. To beg to be transferred.
He will do none of that.
He will grind. Every book in the library. Every curse in the Restricted Section. Every forgotten ritual, every silent spell, until the purebloods who looked down on him have to look up.
Some will call him the next Dark Lord.
Some will call him Dumbledore's true heir.
He will call himself what he has always been a scholar.
Until the day, under the eyes of thousands, he raises his hand and a second sun rises over Hogwarts.
> "Wizards are gods."
There are some problems, so to speak, I'm not complaining because the idea is interesting, but I can't say that reading was pure pleasure. The problem is the fragmented single sentences instead of paragraphs and somewhat artificial descriptions of events and people, how should I put it? Something doesn't fit in the text itself. It's a shame because I really love the idea.