Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva - Chapter 546 - 217: A Brilliant Entrance

I have studied the history and tales of the gods all my life and one of all the gods the one I hated the most was Zeus.So it was just my luck that I was reborn as that bastard.

What's it like to control Time?Kranos had always been obsessed with controlling Time. “Time takes all away,” he thought.After dying of old age in his first life, Kranos reincarnated into the immortal world.Reincarnated into a world of cultivation, magic, magical creatures and horrifying existences, Kranos accepted his fate of being a mortal.However at that moment a notification panel appeared in front of his eyes...[Detected fragment of Time Dao...][Time System uploading…25%... 50%... 100%][Time System uploaded…]…[Name - Kranos.][Cultivation aptitude - ETERNAL-grade.][Elemental affinity - TIME.]…In this world filled with countless creatures and powerhouses, read how Kranos uses time to resolve all challenges he comes across.“With the power of time in my hands, I will conquer all.” Kranos sighed as he looked at the four immortals in front of him.Tags: #Action, #System, #Noromance, #Anti-hero, #Cultivation, etcetera.Hey guys, it's the carefree author's first time publishing a novel. I want to start with a small goal of 1000 chapters. Please support me!

Three years after graduating from Hogwarts, Felix enters the school again.

What will happen when Muggle wisdom, innovation and magic come together?

PS1. Professor of ancient magic runes.

PS2. Timeline, second year of the golden trio.

PS3. MC don't know plot of the HP, other than it's adventure of three friends with 8 movies.

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Author: Han Yousi

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.