Hi all,

Basically I was browsing around YouTube and I came across a synopsis video of an anime called "Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun".

I gotta admit, I'm not one for anime, but this story? Yeah, it's right up my alley with its hijinks and premise, heh.

Here's the video I've been watching (if you're curious; remember to watch it at 2x speed for quicker understanding) and still am watching right now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXFtL6hdyTg

My question is if there are any stories, crossover or otherwise, that have Harry in the same sort-of role? He's basically Mr Blacking the shit out of this in a wholesome way, haha.

I think Harry and the Shipgirls is in that sort-of vein, too? The trouble is that story is such a disorganized mess that it's impossible to properly read (and needlessly bloated with subplot after subplot after subplot to the point of annoyance, to be honest).

...Heh, it'd be hilarious is Harry was sent to a school of necromancy (Scholomance?) due to surviving the Killing Curse as a babe (and with Voldemort's soul slither in his scar) -- No matter how much he tries to convince people he's not some fearsome monster, abomination, or demon like them, he unintentionally pulls off feats that garner him respect and make him feared.

I think it'd be a good crack story?

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"I'm just a normal person! A wizard!"

At their looks of disbelief and deadpanned bemusement, he breathed deeply and counted to five silently.

Bathory simply snorted and smiled slyly at him, as though she understood this were some great prank or deception he was trying to pull.

Harry exhaled, feeling much calmer. That book on meditation he found was a life-saver!

"Look," Harry finally said in exasperation. He waved his hand at the long dead, half-cooked chicken that was to be their dinner.

Nothing happened.

"See---"

SQUAWK!

Everyone blinked.

The suddenly reanimated chicken flopped around the pan it was basting in, trying to find purchase on long-gone feet and claws.

As they all gawked at their dinner suddenly trying to commit to a cabaret act, the undead chicken suddenly froze.

"Oh, that's not good," Bathory said, suddenly clutching Harry's arm in a vice-like grip. He ignored how closely she molded herself to his side.

The chicken began to contract and expand rapidly, its proportions skimming the line between comical and outright horrifying.

SQUAWK?

It imploded in a shower of half-cooked meat, sauce, and juices; covering them all bar Harry and Bathory from head to toe.

Silence reigned.

Finally, one of their larger classmates, a brutish boy called Zak, slowly and deliberately brushed the gore from his eyes, and he looked down at Harry with a flat, unimpressed look.

"Yet you've just cast The Thinger Of Death -- Something we aren't going to be taught until our third year." A trickle of blood dripped off the peak of his nose. "Impressive."

"I have no idea how that happened, but it wasn't me!"

"So modest," Bathory said, smiling demurely at him.

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Sorry if this is a bit scatter-brained, but I've been up for 36 hours straight.