MTL - The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father (Lady Charm) - Chapter 5022 Emperor Beixuan is a miserable man (1)

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!
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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.

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Reyhan Alther died at the age of 20 and was reincarnated… as the wind. Formless and directionless, he drifted through a new world filled with wonder and cruelty. But from that breeze, everything began. With a mysterious power called the Divine Spirit System, Reyhan slowly rose—guiding spirits, gathering followers, and changing the course of the world. From a lonely gust, he became a figure known as Father… even to the gods.A battle of fate awaits. But before that, there's still time for the wind to whisper… and maybe crack a small joke or two.

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In a usurped kingdom , amid a war-torn and blood-soaked Italy, Conradin's battleground is set. To reclaim his birthright the crown of Sicily, he must tread a path paved with blood, learning that he must do whatever it takes to ascend the throne.

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In the year 1266, the tale of Conradin, the last scion of an ancient imperial dynasty, unfolds. His once-great kingdom, Sicily, has been ruthlessly usurped first by his own uncle and now rests in the hands of the cunning French Count Charles. Through a treacherous plot involving the Pope, Charles managed to oust the Hohenstaufen from the Kingdom of Sicily and crowned himself as its king.

In the East, powers such as the Despotate of Epirus are keenly observing the instability in Sicily, poised to seize any advantage that may arise from the chaos. Meanwhile, the small Italian communes are caught in the political crossfire, aligning themselves with one side of the conflict or the other based on the prevailing political party in power and their vested interests. These shifting allegiances turn the Italian peninsula into a powder keg, where all-out war seems inevitable.

As the shadows of history close in around Conradin, the world watches with bated breath. Will he emerge triumphant, his name forever etched in the annals of Sicilian glory as the rightful king who defied insurmountable odds, toppling both the Pope and the usurper? Or will he, in his valiant struggle, become a tragic figure, a symbol of lost opportunities and shattered dreams? The future of Sicily hangs in the balance, and Conradin's destiny remains uncertain, poised on the precipice of history.

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I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.