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Harry Potter: On Magic's Mission

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In a ruthless alternate wizarding world governed by ironclad rules, a programmer’s soul awakens in the frail body of six-year-old Harry Potter, killed by the Dursleys’ neglect. With no memory of his past identity but armed with a coder’s logic, Harry’s fragmented memories, and hazy knowledge of the Harry Potter saga, this wary transmigrator navigates a world he only half-understands. His deep distrust, rooted in a forgotten past, makes him wary of all - especially those who dare disrespect or manipulate him. On his eleventh birthday, a mysterious blessing grants him a magical system that mirrors a programming language, complete with syntax, rules, and a tutorial to master it. This system, devoid of AI, reveals a grand purpose: the "Magic’s Mission," a cryptic endgame that becomes his guiding star. As he enters Hogwarts, a cauldron of hidden schemes and whispered slights, he bends magic to his will, crafting spells like lines of code. But with every step toward the mission, he must outsmart those who seek to control him, confront a destiny he barely recalls, and unravel the system’s true origins. In a world where trust is a luxury and power is a program, can he rewrite fate itself? Join a journey of logic, magic, and defiance in Harry Potter: On Magic’s Mission, where a coder’s mind meets a wizard’s destiny, and every spell brings him closer to an ultimate purpose. ======================= Disclaimer: I do not assert any ownership over anything that is made by J. K. Rowling. This fan-fiction is made just to showcase some ideas.
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