Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

The joys and sorrows of chickens are not the same. Zhang Huowang only thinks that they are noisy.

Especially on the special day of August 1991, 8.

"Giggle."

The British turkey's shrill screams came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Huowang cut off the chicken head indifferently, scalded it skillfully with boiling water, removed the hair, and cut the body into pieces in one go.

As a time traveler who was born with knowledge, the work of killing chickens has been a part of his daily life since he came to the orphanage when he was six years old.

Randomly using a packet of newspapers, Zhang Huowang handed the chicken nuggets to the last customer of the day, a rough black peasant woman.

"Zhang, you really don't look like an 11-year-old child at all. Your methods are no worse than those of the butchers in the city."

The peasant woman took the chicken, twitched her aquiline nose, and a trace of ridicule flashed in her eyes.

Also 11 years old, her overweight son has been admitted to the Royal Academy of England and has a bright future.

And the handsome and thin Chinese boy in front of me...

A strong sense of superiority arose in her heart, and the peasant woman ejected a few pennies.

"It's just Huang Pi Zhu."

The peasant woman sneered in her heart, her dark face filled with satisfaction, and left quietly.

Zhang Huowang remained expressionless. After putting the money into a black tin can the size of a pencil case, he turned around and left holding the tin can.

Outside the wooden shed, it was already dusk.

Dark clouds covered the sky, and a light drizzle of rain dissipated the sultry heat.

There was a muddy path under his feet, which looked like a quagmire when he stepped on it, threatening to swallow the young man up.

During this period, Britain had lost its status as the world's hegemon, but most people were still immersed in the afterglow of the empire on which the sun never set, unwilling to wake up.

In the stagnant economic environment, the decadent aristocracy and emerging assets competed with each other, leaving no time to take into account the rise of North America and the East.

But Zhang Huowang didn't care about any of this. He only cared about whether things could be completed smoothly tonight.

Thinking of this, Zhang Huowang subconsciously glanced at the destination 50 meters away.

It was a typical English farmhouse.

I heard that the owner of the farm was once a male dentist, but now it has been abandoned for a long time and has become a gathering place for homeless people.

A dentist named Granger.

If nothing else, it should be Hermione Granger's father.

This is the world of Harry Potter, and Zhang Huowang knew it very well from the moment he was born.

He would never forget the excitement he felt when he first saw the Death Curse.

That day, the parents of ordinary Muggles died in the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War.

The parents are Muggles, so of course the son is also a Muggle, which makes sense.

As a Muggle, it makes sense that there has been no magic riot even at the age of 11.

Even if he has a cousin named Zhang Qiu, it can't change anything.

Suddenly, the farm arrived.

Zhang Huowang stood quietly in front of the door until the moon was above the willow branches, then he touched his lower back and pushed the door open.

The smell of decaying sawdust mixed with the smell of livestock manure can make people dizzy.

Zhang Huowang didn't seem to hear anything and walked straight to a tall homeless man.

The homeless man was sleeping, and only the wand on his waist looked slightly clean.

That's right, the wand, it's a hobo wizard.

Zhang Huowang met this wandering wizard named Lu Ping last year.

Remus John Lupin.

Moon Face, recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class, Tonks' husband, and future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

That day, Zhang Huowang brought Lu Ping to this cabin.

With the meager pocket money he earned from killing chickens in the orphanage, he has supported the decadent Lupine to this day and successfully gained his trust.

Zhang Huowang shouted tentatively: "Lu Ping?"

Lupine, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice.

Zhang Huowang looked at Lu Ping silently.

The haggard, pale, tired face was weathered.

The rough, thread-covered gray wizard robe cannot hide the wizard's innate sense of mystery.

This is a ferocious and weak werewolf with low self-esteem.

He is also an elegant, gentle, kind and lovely wandering wizard.

But wizards are people too.

Everyone is going to die!

Zhang Huowang took a deep breath, took out a poison-tempered dagger glowing with blue light from his lower back, and quietly touched Lu Ping's neck.

The operation is silky smooth and smooth.

The sharp dagger penetrated the flesh smoothly without any obstruction, and successfully cut the trachea.

The next moment, Zhang Huowang suddenly pulled out the magic wand and retreated violently!

Cherry-red blood trickled out. Lu Ping opened his eyes blankly, covered his neck with his hands and kept struggling.

"Ho, ho..."

He looked hard at the dark house until he saw Zhang Huowang holding a dagger, then he stopped struggling and sat weakly on the ground.

"Why?"

The eyes were still gentle, but the body no longer had any strength.

There was scarlet fluorescence flashing on his fingers, but he never released the Cruciatus Curse.

There was silence in the darkness, Zhang Huowang still didn't answer, he was just a little lost in thought.

He watched Lupine face death quietly, betting that this gentle man would not take action.

From the moment I helped Lupin, it was for today.

Killing a wizard with your own hands and witnessing his death is the only way to activate the system!

Missing Lu Ping, Zhang Huowang was not sure whether he, as a Muggle, would have the chance to kill a wizard.

"Pfft."

Elegant Lupine fell to the ground.

[Death of a wizard detected, charging completed]

[The life simulator is successfully activated and will be rewarded with one simulation session]

[Host]: Zhang Huowang

[Stamina]: 0.6 (1 for adult men)

[Magic]: 0 (100 or more for adult wizards)

[Skill]: None

[Number of simulations]: 1

[Current Gold Galleons]: 0

[Current strength, every 100 gold galleons consumed can be used to perform a life simulation]

Bet won.

The system's prompts seemed to be fading away. A trace of confusion flashed in Zhang Huowang's eyes, and then he became firm.

If one day you find yourself in the world of Harry Potter, how are you going to spend your life?

Become a wizard of course!

at all costs!

As early as five years old, Zhang Huowang wrote this sentence in his diary.

So, he has no regrets.

Zhang Huowang put the magic wand into his arms, quickly walked out of the farmhouse, took out the fire stick and lit the haystack.

Killing people naturally involves setting fire.

He didn't turn around until thick black smoke and scarlet firelight rose.

...

orphanage.

In front of Saint Mary, Zhang Huowang stopped and glanced at the water-stained plaster statue.

Hot breath came out from the violently rising and falling chest.

But the most difficult thing is the worry in my heart.

His plan was so seamless that it was absolutely impossible for the British trash police to find any clues.

But magic, damn magic.

Just a time turner was enough to expose him, not to mention so many investigative spells.

Fortunately, Lupine's whereabouts have always been elusive. According to the plot line, he should not be discovered until at least 1993.

"call."

Zhang Huowang calmed down, walked into the room behind the statue of the Saint, quickly came to his room, and then studied the simulator carefully.

[This simulator is based on the current situation of the host and selects the tributary of destiny to simulate life]

[Before use, the host can determine the simulation target, otherwise it will be simulated randomly]

[After the simulation is completed, the host can choose to obtain corresponding rewards based on the score]

00.23.

Zhang Huowang glanced at the clock on the wall and said calmly: "Start the first life simulation."

"Goal...find a way to become a wizard!"