Traveling to the wizarding world, I excitedly thought that I was about to become the chosen one who waved a staff and chanted a spell.
Unexpectedly, the wizards here don't learn magic at all, and are immersed in advanced mathematics and quantum physics problems every day.
I looked at the wormhole calculation on the blackboard in despair, feeling like a liberal arts idiot who accidentally entered an intensive science class.
Until the final exam, the instructor yelled: "How can we travel through the multiverse if we can't even calculate the warp engine?"
I raised my hands tremblingly: "Teacher, maybe I can recite all the curse syllables..."
After three seconds of silence, the principal personally made the decision: "Quick! Send this child to the singing department that has been lost for many years!"
