MTL - Military Technology - v2 Chapter 1978 unmanned warfare

A heroine dedicated to creating great wands and magic props;
A heroine dedicated to 100%(?) avoiding mischief and bad luck;
Meet George Weasley, a resourceful(?) daring, careful prankster for twenty years.
Is their collision a lose-lose or a win-win cooperation?

This is the story of Miss Ollivander, who doesn’t know the development of HP’s story, and the lovely Weasley family, George. In addition to the magical joke product and the Horcrux Deathly Hallows, how can other magical items help in the world of HP?
[I want to save all the characters I want to save]

Editing!
I reread the first few chapters over the weekend and found a lot of typos and bugs. In order not to affect your reading, I will revise a few chapters every few days. The plot will not change, but I will fix the problems raised by my friends in the comments before~ Sorry readers who have read it!
Content Tags: Anglo-American Derivatives

Search keywords: protagonists: George Weasley, Gwen Ollivander ┃ Supporting roles: Fred Weasley, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger ┃ Others: HP Doujin

One sentence introduction: If you can’t save the world, then save your brother?

Intention: fall in love with George Weasley, do scientific research, and invent. If you can participate in saving the world, accompany your boyfriend to help.

- Description from novelbuddy

Samantha Larsson became a laughing stock when Timothy Barker publicly denounced their marriage. Two years later, she was tricked into going home and married a mysterious man, who was known to be disfigured and physically disabled!

Nonetheless, she would fight until the end and destroy the scums, slowly getting her justice!

“Timothy, I’m letting you know that men are queuing to marry me! Even if you kneel and beg for me to marry you, I won’t choose you!”

Then, Samantha left proudly.

In the middle of the night, a mysterious man came over. “You won’t choose me? Hmm?” Soon, Samantha saw the mysterious man’s face, and her eyes widened…

The novel follows the story of Arnold, a porter, who accompanies warriors and superhumans inside dangerous dungeons, which are distinguished by their colours. The porters were always mistreated by the modern human civilization and even though their job was riskier than that of warriors and superhumans, their existence was never appreciated nor were they paid well. No one knows why these dungeons started to appear all over the world. The only thing they know was the dangers that would find their way into the world if they didn’t kill the monsters. But only a selected few cared about the calamity because for the rest it was all about earning money and gaining power. But nothing in this new world is constant and everything keeps changing, and this time the change would find its way towards an ordinary Porter. After stealing a scroll from the dungeon, he ran off to his home. The scroll gave him powers no one could’ve imagined to gain. But he wasn’t alone. 9 other humans had been granted similar powers... powers of the Gods! What would Arnold do with his newfound powers? Will he kill the other 8 Paladins and rule over the world which had oppressed him for years? Or will he rise against the Gods and make them repent for their crimes? Can the strength lent by the Gods be sufficient to deal with them once and for all? Would he be able to defeat his creator? Or will he join the Gods instead? Too many questions, too little time. The decisions he would make could be the end of humanity Or would an ordinary Porter, become he world’s only hope? Follow me on the journey to the power of this ordinary Porter as he becomes the Savior or the Devil.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”