Harry Potter: Hogwarts Bans Physical Exorcisms

I, Li Gang, a body-tempering powerhouse who could survive countless tribulations, failed my tribulation and was reborn in a magical school called Hogwarts!

From the start, they gave me a glorified fire poker and expected me to chant some gibberish I couldn't understand?

Sorry, as the only body cultivator in this world, I firmly believe all beings are equal and can be sent to the afterlife with a good, solid beating. The ultimate form of magic is my fist!

And so, Hogwarts went completely off the rails.

The Sorting Hat trembled on my head. “Help! His brain is nothing but muscle!”

A troll breaks into the girls' bathroom on Halloween? No problem. I take it down with a sliding tackle and a chokehold, faster than lightning!

A thousand-year-old basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets wants to wrestle me? I'll show it right then what “dragon sinews and tiger bones” really means!

A Dementor tries to suck out my soul? I unleash my full vitality, shining like the sun in the sky, and roast it to ashes!

The Triwizard Tournament calls for someone to tame a dragon barehanded? I climb onto its neck and ask, “If I hit you with this punch, you might die. Are you giving up or not?!”

When I smash Voldemort's Horcrux with one punch, he is completely dumbfounded.

In the end, Headmaster Dumbledore grabs his snowy-white beard and screams at me in despair: “I'm begging you, stop demolishing the school! Hogwarts prohibits sending people to the afterlife with physical force!”