A Ridiculous World Where Witches Reigned Supreme

"Is this Hogwarts?"

"A normal Hogwarts?"

"Are they themselves?"

The audience was incredibly surprised by everything that was shown on screen.

The familiar train carriage and the fields outside the window, and the loud clattering sound of the snack carts moving along the aisle.

This is clearly the Hogwarts Express.

Furthermore, the students walking past the train carriage were all wearing normal, plain black school uniforms.

But what surprised them most was that the four Champion retained their original appearance.

Especially Harry and Cedric, didn't their appearance give them away?

Could it be that he was impersonating himself?

What about the original Harry and Cedric?

Or perhaps it's not in the present timeline, but in a past or future where neither of them exists?

Potter is one thing, but it's not a rare surname among Muggle.

And Diggory

However, the Champion weren't as shocked as the audience had expected for long.

Upon realizing they hadn't changed in their reflection in the windowpane and that everything around them was so familiar, their first action was to immediately bend down, pull out their suitcases, and open them.

During the last mission settlement, they noticed that Human World's background also counted as a contribution.

However, it depends on the order; whoever gets it first gets it.

However, of the four Champion, Harry's actions were interrupted.

With a whoosh, the carriage door opened.

Two red-haired girls walked in.

The straightforward girl who seemed vaguely familiar to Harry, ignoring the timid girl beside her trying to stop her, asked directly, "Is anyone here? All the other places are full."

The timid girl glanced at Harry's open suitcase and complained in a low voice, "Why didn't you knock first? He was obviously busy with something else."

Harry froze. "Mom?"

(Snape exclaimed incredulously, "Lily?")

(Could this be Lily's student days from over a decade ago?)

(All the spectators turned to look at Harry; the other Champion's boxes contained no information.)

The timid girl's face flushed bright red, just like her hair.

The straightforward girl retorted irritably, "Harley's only sixteen! Where did she get such a big son?!"

(Ron rubbed his eyes, looked in the mirror, and didn't dare to say anything.)

Harley? The name made Harry's heart skip a beat.

The fact that her face looked just like her mother's gave him some clues.

The timid girl nudged her friend with her elbow, "He might have mistaken you for someone else."

When Harry's gaze fell upon her, she quickly hid behind her friend.

The straightforward girl stopped dwelling on Harry's nickname and said to her friend irritably, "So what if he's a wizard? What's there to be afraid of? Just a bunch of primitive people still using sticks."

(Dumbledore and other observant wizards frowned. Witches seemed to have a higher status in this world, and they didn't use wands.)

(Ollivander and the other wandmakers began to have a bad feeling.)

"Watch me, learn from me."

She looked at Harry, extended her right hand, and said, "Hello, I'm Roan Weasley. May I ask your name?"

(Mrs. Weasley and Ginny exchanged a glance, then began to question the meaning of life.)

(Fred and George stood on the stools. "That's our sister!" "He's a woman from the other world!")

(Lavender clings to her frozen boyfriend's arm, "Woman Ro-Ro!")

"Roan!" Harry swallowed hard, finally recognizing his friend's features on that more delicate face.

Roan ignored Harry's fuss and withdrew his hand.

She looked at her friend with a stern gaze.

Harley tentatively extended her hand. "Hello, I'm Harley Peverell."

(Looking at Harley like this, Snape knew she wasn't Lily, but his heart still melted. He had never seen Lily like this before; she was so, so adorable!)

(Dumbledore was once again convinced of his suspicions: witches indeed held a higher status in this world.)

(Potter's ancestor married a daughter of the Peverell family and inherited the Peverell family's Invisibility Cloak.)

(In this world where witches hold a higher status, male witches obviously take the female's surname.)

(But then why does Roan have the surname Weasley instead of Prewett?)

(Could it be that the status of modern male wizards has improved? That's possible, otherwise Harley would have taken her mother's surname, Evans.)

Although the surname didn't match, Harry was certain that this Harley was himself in this world.

After all, who else could Ron have as a close friend besides Harry?

"Hello," Harry replied quickly, afraid that his counterpart in this world would cry if he waited too long. He then explained, "I just mistook you for someone else. You look a bit like my mother."

"Huh?" Harley, who had hidden behind Roan, poked her head out again. "I look just like my mom too."

(Snape, almost overwhelmed by cuteness, forced himself to suppress the corners of his mouth.)

(Basil, who was frantically reaping the emotional energy that was rising and constantly feeding it into the world to make it more perfect, was somewhat speechless. He couldn't believe that the embodiment of femininity in Harry's heart would be this kind of personality. At the same time, he began to look forward to the audience's subsequent reactions.)

Harry blinked, and in the instant their eyes met, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with himself in this world.

Clearly, this feeling wasn't one-sided; Harley also began to relax.

"If only I had a daughter, Mom." In her heart, Lily looked at her 'daughter' who looked exactly like her through Harry's eyes.

"What are you looking at!" Roan blocked Harley's path, interrupting their eye contact.

As her gaze met Harry's, they both instantly felt a jolt of electricity.

The straightforward and bold red-haired girl subconsciously lowered her head, a blush creeping onto her face.

Harry also became nervous, unconsciously tidying his messy hair while his throat began to dry.

(Ginny's eyes instantly darkened; a terrible possibility had occurred to her.)

(Ron, oblivious, said, "Well, it seems 'I' and Harry have become friends.")

(Mrs. Weasley, along with Fred and George, hesitated to speak.)

"Um," Roan seemed to transform into Harley, "Since you're a freshman, I can give you a brief introduction to Hogwarts."

"A freshman?" Harry didn't voice his question. At 1.8 meters tall, how could he be considered a first-year student?

"Hogwarts, originally Hogwarts School of Witches, is divided into four houses."

"After 1945, Hogwarts School of Witches was renamed Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Male wizards were also allowed to enroll."

(In 1945, many wizards familiar with that era began to show strange expressions.)

(Grindelwald, am I going to be imprisoned in this world for advocating for the rights of male wizards?)

Roan paused, glanced at Harry, and continued, "But because men have more body parts than women and secrete testosterone, their magic is more unstable, and they even need an auxiliary tool called a wand to cast spells."

(Ollivander and the other wandmakers have finally arrived; let the Wind and Rain rage on!)

"I can't learn how to make spell cards at all, so I have to wait until I turn 17 to enroll in school."

(The audience suddenly realized, so Harry and his friends were indeed 17-year-old freshmen? But the next second they wondered, what about Phoebe?)

"Spellcards?" Harry finally couldn't help but ask.

Roan tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said, "You can think of it as the crystallization of a spell that a wizard condenses within his body."

"I see." Harry understood instantly.

If it were the old him, he definitely wouldn't have understood.

After several months of grueling training, he learned many professional terms that he had never understood before.

There are many sources of magic.

The magic that wizards comprehend on their own is too idealistic, making it difficult to find a way to pass it on.

The best and most direct way to pass on knowledge is through the bones, flesh, fur patterns of Fantastic Beasts, and the Magic Circle learned from them.

A talisman is a three-dimensional version of a two-dimensional Magic Circle. It can be injected into objects made of metal or wood to create magical items, or it can exist purely as energy within the body.

The Love Charm within him works on this principle.

Spell cards are probably something similar, or even more advanced, and have even replaced wands.

In their world, Merlin studied the structure of spells, interpreted wizards' magic, called it the magical structure, and thus created spells that were easier to learn and pass on.

In this world, spell cards were developed based on the foundation of three-dimensional talismans.

It replaced spells and established the status of witches as superior to wizards.

"What's going on with this world?" Cedric wondered, as Harry and Roan grew closer and Ginny became more and more murderous.

His trunk contained only clothes and miscellaneous items; there wasn't even a single book.

Are there students who don't bring their books to school?

Everything around was still the same as on the Hogwarts Express.

More importantly, is he the only one who gained nothing?

Driven by this sense of urgency, he tried to get out of the carriage.

"Ouch." The black-haired girl bumped into him, rubbing her head.

Cedric froze in place. He could have dodged it, but he instinctively stopped when he smelled that familiar scent.

("It's me!" Cho Chang exclaimed.)

Before him stood a more mature, voluptuous Cho Chang.

"A male wizard." Cho Chang wasn't angry; instead, his eyes lit up.

"What? Are male wizards rare?" Cedric couldn't help but smile.

"Of course," Cho Chang nodded, "After the Salem Witch began to optimize the wizarding bloodline, only one out of ten children was male."

"Now, if you still want to reproduce in the traditional way, the only options besides buying genetic material are to find Muggle men."

(Some of the audience on Harry's side began to leave and turn their attention to Cedric's side.)

"Hello, my name is Cho Chang. May I have a seat?" she said, pointing to an empty seat in the carriage.

"Okay," Cedric said, feeling like he might be going crazy that this girl, who was so proactive and expressionless about procreation, was actually Cho Chang.

What he found even harder to accept was that he didn't dislike Cho Chang; on the contrary, it gave him a strange and exciting feeling.

(Like Ginny, looking at his other self who was practically glued to Cedric, Cho Chang felt a sense of unease.)

However, reason reassured me that this was all for understanding the world's background, and everything was for the sake of victory.

"My name is Cedric Diggory."

Not knowing much about the world, and wanting to avoid saying too much, Cedric simply introduced himself.

This has absolutely nothing to do with him being posted by Cho Chang.

"Diggory? May I call you Ced?"

(Cho Chang: Doxy!)

"Yes." Cedric's heart skipped a beat.

He really wanted to take the opportunity to ask where and what kind of education the wizards in this world received before they entered school.

But the big head still managed to control the small head.

"Cedric," Cho Chang's hand casually rested on Cedric's thigh, "I need to remind you here that you must stay away from witches. Not everyone is as reserved as I am."

Cedric: You'd better get your hands off my thighs before you say that.

Could you explain it more clearly?

"I mean, be careful," Cho Chang's mouth was already close to Cedric's earlobe, "...to get eaten up~"

"What was eaten?"

"Clap clap!" Cho Chang withdrew his hand, explaining with applause.

"The bodily fluids of a male wizard are a natural Potions for a female wizard."

"The aura of an adult male witch is as conspicuous to a witch as a light in the dark."

"Well~" Cedric understood immediately, but then began to worry about his innocence, which he still needed to preserve for Cho Chang.

"You don't need to worry," Cho Chang placed his hand on Cedric's hand, "The witch's magnetic field can neutralize your rich, dark chocolate-like flavor."

She cradled Cedric's hands in her arms. "That means as long as you stay with me, you'll be safe and sound."

(Cho Chang is about to faint from anger.)

(Ginny was starting to feel relieved that Roan hadn't taken advantage of Harry like that.)

(Ron, who had already sensed something was wrong, turned pale and buried his head in Lavender's shoulder.)

(Meanwhile, the other spectators who noticed Krum preparing to leave momentarily forgot about Krum's power and exclaimed, "Krum, no! Hell is ahead!")

"Brother! How dare you go out!" A hooded wizard shoved Krum back into the carriage. "Didn't your guide tell you?"

(The Weasley family exclaim, "Percy!")

(They were all surprised; judging from Roan's age, Percy should have graduated long ago.)

"No." Krum, recognizing the face, obediently leaned back and sat down in the chair.

The red-haired wizard, panting heavily, pulled a spray bottle from his pocket and quickly sprayed it on his face and in the room.

"Hopefully they won't sense it. Hello, my name is Percy Weasley. What's your name?"

"Viktor Krum, who are they?" Krum raised an eyebrow.

"A witch, a witch who is 17 or older." Percy's face showed undisguised fear. "What kind of world is this?"

"Even the most reliable mentor has fallen. Doesn't he know that a newly minted male wizard like you is just like a naked lamb?"

"I'll make a long story short. You must be from the Muggle World."

"At first you might think it's a stroke of luck, but you have to understand that what they want is not just your virginity, but also your magic."

"Too many male wizards from the Muggle World have to repeat a year because of this, and are forced to struggle in a contradictory spiral of selling themselves to pay for tuition and accumulating magic power."