Tags : #Action/Comedy #Romance
Author: inferno303 ???
Rating: T
Words: 100,000,000
Synopsis: This is the story of a kitten that acquired druid spells from another world and the wizards mistook it for an animagus.
Link: webnovel.com/book/master-druid-in-hogwarts._23992567105061105
Personal Review:
Given that they have published 800 chapters in 6 months, I assume this is the translation of an MTL, and I haven't found the original, so here is the Webnovel translation. The story begins with a reincarnated person who was sent to a world of magic and becomes a powerful wizard. However, at his young age of 200 years, he decides that to advance in his magic, he needs to steal a druid gem. He manages to steal it but gets injured and, gathering the strength he has left, jumps to another world. Before he can consume the gem, a small cat eats the druid stone and dies in an alley.
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Thus begins the marvelous adventure of our protagonist: the druid cat!!!! With lots of adventure, comedy, and a touch of romance, this story is well-written and contains a high content of cats. What more could you ask for? Although I haven't finished it yet (I'm about 100 chapters short), if I've already read 700 chapters, I think I can recommend it. The work is already finished, so give it a chance!
Is it a boy who turns into a cat or a cat who turns into a boy? It doesn't matter! Take him to Hogwarts and educate him.
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Chapter 1: The Man Who Survived
As the foggiest city in the world, London's skies are gray most of the time, especially at night, when even the streetlights have very limited illumination.
In this darkness, some stray cats were rummaging through a garbage garbage can in an isolated alley, looking for food for the night.
A dull red glow shone over the unfamiliar alley, disturbing the cats searching for food.
Frightened, the cats fled in all directions, hiding where they thought they would be safe.
After a few flashes of the dull red light in the sky, space twisted like a ball of crumpled paper and, with a sound of ripping cloth, a bloodied figure emerged from the void.
"Cough cough... I've finally escaped...", The figure stumbled twice, reached for the wall to pull himself up and looked around.
The buildings around him were unfamiliar, but he had a vague sense of familiarity.
"Where did I get to?", Camelot looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar buildings with confusion in his eyes.
The buildings did not resemble the Temitron Magic Fellowship to which he belonged, nor those of any other human country, nor those of the elves, dwarves or any other race.
It was a bit like the modern architecture of the time before he was reincarnated....
That's right! This is the style of architecture that existed before he transmigrated.
Camelot's mouth opened slightly and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
This isn't the right fucking time, asshole.
If he hadn't been injured, he would have been able to return to his old world, but now he was severely injured and his magic power was almost dried up, so he couldn't use magic to heal himself!
"Damn it, why did I appear in this world without magic at this time?!", Camelot slowly slid against the wall and sat down on the floor, feeling a bit desperate.
Camelot was a transmigrator, and the reason for transmigration is very common, that is, he was seriously ill, and died on the operating table.
Then, when he reopened his eyes, he found himself reborn as a baby in a world of swords and magic, he felt very happy.
Not only did he get to live another life, but he also had access to magic that previously existed only in fantasy, which was incredible in every way.
Camelot was born in the Duchy of Lancaster, which is part of the Magical Commonwealth of Temitron.
The Magica federation of Temitron was a joint force made up of several small nations, each of which is not led by a king, but by a wizard who has been given the title of Grand Wizard. These wizards leading the small nations are composed of the Magical Council, the true authority of the Magical Federation of Temitron.
Under this social system, the children of the Magical Federation of Temitron have been accustomed to a magical education from an early age, even though Camelot is a commoner born in the countryside.
Although he did not have the system that exists in many novels, nor did he have a special physique or a golden finger, his adult mind and his knowledge that he had acquired on Earth made Camelot a known magical prodigy at a very young age.
After making a name for himself, Camelot was soon enrolled in the Duchy of Lancaster's National School of Magic as a promising magical apprentice.
Camelot took the opportunity to learn more about magic at the school and attained the Third Rank at an early age.
There are seven levels of sorcery in the Temitron Magic Federation, with the exception of the first apprentice and the last, the ungraded tutor, are divided into one to fifth rank from lowest to highest.
Mages of Third Rank in the Temitron Magical Federation can already obtain a great fief and a noble title.
But after reaching the Third Rank, Camelot seemed to have reached a limit, as he had no system and was not descended from a good bloodline, and as a commoner mage, reaching the Third Rank was enough to make him a commoner icon.
However, Camelot was not willing to let go of his inexplicable transmigrant pride, nor his obsession with magic, and he did not let go of his noble title or his domain.
Aside from the occasional task assigned by the Magical Federation and obtaining funds and research materials, Camelot remained in his domain to study magic.
Thanks to his hard work, Camelot was able to reach the Fifth Rank, and as a result, he joined the Magical Council of the Magical Federation of Temitron ...
However, by then he was already over 200 years old.
The power of magic allowed Camelot to live longer than ordinary people, and even at two hundred he still looks middle-aged, but he was nearing the end of his life expectancy.
At the end of his life, Camelot did not fear death, but he still wanted to go further and see what it would be like to become a Great Wizard.
However, becoming a Grand Mage was not a matter of hard work, but required more than just talent, and Camelot's own magical talent was only good enough to be a Fifth Rank mage, which was a surprise to the world, but it was almost impossible to become a Grand Mage.
Not to mention the fact that Camelot did not have many years left to live.
In the two hundred years he had been a wizard, Camelot had tried to improve his talent in various ways, it had worked, but not enough for him to reach the level of Grand Wizard in a few years.
Reluctantly, he delved into libraries, sifting through all sorts of secrets that he didn't know if they were true or false, and finally found an account of an elven treasure that he could confirm existed and would help him.
The information gathered from the many secrets was not detailed or accurate, and after eliminating some of the information that seemed to be made up and conflicting, all Camelot could confirm was that there was an elven treasure made from a fragment of the World Tree that had the ability to increase magical affinity significantly.
But what this treasure looked like, what it was called and how it was used could not be confirmed in the information that had been gathered, except that it emitted a soft white light that gave a sense of closeness.
With time running out, Camelot took this unknown elven treasure as a last resort, selling all his possessions and buying expensive magical equipment, as well as a large number of high-grade invisibility rings, space teleportation scrolls, defensive amulets and other magical items.
After this, he found a way to join a group of visitors from the Temitron Magical Federation, followed them to the elven capital and found a way to sneak into the elven treasury.
But when Camelot entered the elven treasury, he was also discovered by his security.
The elven guards quickly arrived, and Camelot frantically threw all sorts of magical props to keep them at bay as he searched the vault for the mysterious treasure.
Finally, when he could stand it no longer, he found a completely transparent and irregular crystal with a soft white light that made him wish he was near it.
Already badly wounded, Camelot grabbed the stone and, straining all his spatial dexterity in the magical realm of the elves, opened a hole in the elves' treasure and dived into it.
He didn't expect to be able to teleport to Earth, but he did.
A cat's meow from deep in the alleyway brought Camelot, who had already begun to doze off, back to her senses with a start.
"Damn it, I almost died like that."
Having come this far, of course, Camelot wasn't about to give up, and he hastily summoned his remaining magical power to unleash a healing spell that was no better than that of a wizard's apprentice.
The healing spell, though cumbersome, restored some energy to the dying Camelot, and he began trying to draw magic from the air, but he didn't expect him to actually sense the existence of magical power.
But compared to the world he had transmigrated to, magic in this world was relatively slow and of lesser quality, and his current condition would not allow him to absorb enough magic to cast a healing spell to get him out of danger.
"Looks like I can only bet...", Camelot said and, trembling, he pulled the elven treasure he had traded his entire fortune and life for from his tunic, and with the small amount of magic he had just obtained, he poured it into the elven treasure.
As he poured the magic, a small white light shone inside the stone, which had lost its glow, and although it was very faint, it gave Camelot a feeling of warmth like a mother's embrace, making his body, which had been cold from the loss of blood, feel much better.
Hopefully, Camelot frantically drew on the magic around him and poured it into the crystal in his hand.
As the magic slowly entered, Camelot received information from the crystal itself.
It was made from a fragment of the World Tree, and had a significant increase in magical affinity, as well as an increase in longevity, physical strength, wisdom, and a host of other benefits.
However, most of them were for natural magic, while other magic systems received improvements, they were not much stronger than the methods he used in the past.
In other words, even if Camelot managed to merge the fragment of the world tree, he could not become a Great Wizard, because the highest level of nature magic has its own title: Great Druid.
"... Forget it, it's just a change of magic system, it would be nice to be able to continue living."
Camelot had no choice but to console himself, but the spells of druids were different from those of normal mages, as they had a range of normal spells, but most of the time they awakened different spells based on their affinity with the animals and plants of nature.
As Camelot poured in more and more magic, the white light from the shard of the world tree became brighter and brighter, and as the brightness grew, the crystal gradually lost its solidity and became a white ball of light floating in Camelot's palm.
At this point, Camelot was already at his limit, and although the light in his hand was getting brighter and brighter, he could feel his vision getting dimmer and heavier, but he was desperate and could only stare at the white light in his right hand, which, according to the information provided by the fragment of the world tree, had to be swallowed only after it had been reduced to a round pearl of light.
Just when Camelot felt that he was about to be unable to hold on, the ball of light in his hand suddenly swelled violently, and then quickly shrunk inward, quickly forming a round bead with a soft white light.
"Hahahahahaha... If you don't die, you'll be blessed later!", Camelot was glad that he survived, and with his last strength, he held the bead in his hand and put it into his mouth.
At that moment, a small gray shadow came out of nowhere, passing in front of Camelot's blurred vision and taking the glowing white bead in his hand with it.
Before Camelot lost consciousness, all he heard was a cat's meow.