This book ended here.
There was actually still a lot left to write, a lot that could be written.
Loki, Ron, Magneto's team, childhood anime and TV shows—I could even catch up on series along the way. What a wonderful thing that would have been.
But I really couldn't keep up with writing two books at once.
The new book was expected to launch in the middle of this month. I already had some chapters saved up.
This time, when it went premium, I definitely couldn't be as frantic as I was with this book. Because of work, I ran out of saved chapters and had to write as I went. I drifted away from the outline I'd thought was still interesting, casually picked a dungeon as the opening, had no time to research, and rushed out the quality. I wasn't very satisfied with it.
It would still be a Harry Potter fanfic.
With both books, I found that whenever I wrote mainly from Harry's perspective, it came especially naturally—then the protagonist disappeared.
So this time, I planned to make Harry the protagonist.
A transmigrated Harry, one who had lived with the Dursleys for several years under Harry's identity before awakening his memories.