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Harry potter :Stifen Grindelwald

Karikalan_000
A 28-year-old Sarath is reincarniated into the world of harry potter who is the grandson of Gellert Grindelwald, a powerful and dangerous wizard in the Wizarding World. He has inherited many of his grandfather's physical characteristics, including his distinctive hairstyle, which is described as sleek and slicked back, with a touch of silver at the temples. He also has piercing grey eyes, just like his grandfather. Despite his family's dark legacy, the boy is determined to forge his own path and use his magical abilities for good. However, he is constantly struggling with the weight of his family's history and the expectations placed upon him by those who know of his connection to Grindelwald. Author's notes: So this story will have slow updates as this idea was stuck in my head for a while, and I can't really find a fanfiction with this idea so I'm making one. You can even copy my idea since I don't know if I will put an end to this story. I will apologize in advance if there are grammar mistakes because English is my second language. I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's works, except my SI-OC character.
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When Did I Become An Artifact Dealer?!

One scam package, That's all it took to drag the 17-year-old Cail into the world of the void. ... He thought he had ordered a limited-edition sneakers. But what came was a shady-looking package on his front gate. It smelled like rotten egg and sulfur. Inside the package was a strange box. It's filled with eccentric junk. They looked very intricate and mysterious. He thought, ''I probably got someone else's package, a package from someone that was very interested in mysticism.'' An old coin, a cracked compass, a ring with an ugly center stone, and some other weird looking trinkets. So he did what any broke student would do: He sold it. He figured someone might want them for cosplay or something. Well, except the gold-rimmed glasses that seemed to fit him very well. "Damn, I paid 7,000 nu for that sneaker; I better get something out from this scam package." Then all hell broke loose. Strange people started approaching him. People brought that junk. Very strange people wearing suspicious get up trying to buy those stuff in the sketchiest manner possible. As he kept selling, he realized that the box was refilling, it seemed to have an endless supply of those strange stuff. Those people called it 'artifacts'. Then one day he woke up with a strange tattoo on his arm; inside the tattoo was an independent space containing the box. It is basically inseparable from him. "I didn't ask for any of this to happen. But now, strange people come to me with desperate offers. Money, memories, and even soul." He's just trying to survive high school while earning some money! He had no idea what was going on, but apparently, this thing that he got? It's not just an artifact. It's a contract. As Cail navagates school life, part-time jobs, and otherworldly clients, he starts asking the real question: When did I become an artifact dealer?! By day, he is just an ordinary student, a NPC character. And by night? He is The Dealer. Selling ancient items and dealing with people that he probably shouldn't be talking to. "Since I'm already in this mess, might as well profit off of it."
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