Hogwarts: I'm Truly a Model Wizard - Chapter 792: Dumbledore at the Hog’s Head

Low-level villains: Greedy, arrogant, flattery to the female protagonist, laughing eerily like “hehehe!”High-level villains: Moody, noble, enduring, good at disguising, cunning as a fox, never showing emotions, willing to do anything to achieve goals, exquisite egoists, with an essential charming and handsome face!Chen Zhixing transmigrates into a fantasy world, becoming the Third Young Master of the Ziwei Chen Family, a Longevity Family with villainous roles.Being a villain himself is bad enough, but even his father and mother are villainous characters.Fortunately, he starts off with Heaven-defying Comprehension.Hundred Refinements Golden Body Scripture + Circulation Star Transformation Spell + Ox Demon Heaven-Supporting Skill = Ox Demon Transformation Star ScriptureHeart Sword Skill + Refining Spirit and Transforming Breath Method = Hundred Refinement Divine Weapon TechniqueSwallowing Deity Spell + Transformation Method Scripture = Heavens' Creation TechniqueFission Method + Great Dream Sitting Forgetting Dao = Other Transformation Free-for-All TechniqueChen Zhixing gradually turns a bad hand into a winning one with his Heaven-defying Comprehension!Twenty years later.The Protagonist of Destiny finally arrives before Chen Zhixing.Chen Zhixing smiles faintly, saying, “Sorry, all the people beside you are mine, and all your cultivation techniques were created by me.Surprised? Unexpected?”

Fate is weird. Of all the people in the world, why would it select me to send to a different world?

And what is it trying to do? Put up a show by giving me a system? But oh well, what do I care.

The previous owner of this body was a cripple and looked down on, but now I can slap their faces with my system.

Young masters? Get out of my way!

Princes? Geniuses? Oh please. I have a system. That does not mean anything to me.

I know that I am not the greatest. But fate gave me a cheat system, and I am not wasting it.

I am going to do whatever it takes to conquer this world. Fate forced me to do this. It isn’t my fault if I cause some ruin on the way.

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world.That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue.And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after.Fortunately, I know just the cure.Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with.Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway.“Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said....huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?