A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts - Chapter 405: The Sharp Insights of Magical Mastery

After dying, you wake up and realize you've been reincarnated as a background character who is judged as human trash.The decision to change your destiny comes instantly.Discovering that your identity isn't as simple as you thought, you feel favored by the heavens when you manage to become a powerful character.Katase: You won't fool me. I'll expose you for the pervert you are.Murayama: ...Thank you for saving us.Issei: Motohama, what happened to you? How are you so powerful?Rias: If you join my peerage, I wouldn't mind being yours.Sona: You beat me in the game. That means you're now my fiancé.Yasaka: Honey, Kuno wants a little brother.Kaori Houjou: Shinji-kun, let's go on an adventure.Kaede Kazama: Shinji-kun, thank you for saving me from that ball.Rie Sawada: Shinji-kun, I'll wait for you. You'll be my future husband, fufufufu...Changing known history and taking it in a direction not even his eyes could perceive, he didn't stop no matter what. Not even the other world was safe from his clutches.Lexia Von Arselia: My hero, and my future husband...Shinji advances without stopping.“I, Shinji Motohama, swear here and now that I will reach the top of both worlds.”

Qin Xi had been reborn. She was reborn in 1983 when her family married her off to a fool, and she had accidentally inherited the Mysterious Doctor techniques on the day of her rebirth. She only had four bare walls of the house? She was bullied by others? Qin Xi looked down at her own hands and her medical skills and decided to start her journey of self-improvement. Since then, with silver needles in hand, she has not only cured her foolish husband, but she also schemed and kicked out her outrageous relatives, leading to her husband’s family becoming prosperous…After successfully becoming a wealthy woman, Qin Xi thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. However, her husband hugged her from behind and whispered into her ear, “Darling, we haven’t had children yet…”

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, fading,I held on without surrender.Through each repeated day, running toward tomorrow’s light,I became a knight, resolute and bright.