As the last descendant of Dragon Tiger Mountain, I was invited to Hogwarts by the Ministry of Magic as the "Oriental Occult Advisor".
Dumbledore asked me to demonstrate Chinese Taoism, and I casually split the dome of the auditorium with my palm thunder.
Snape sneered and asked if I could brew an elixir.
The next day, I dropped a golden elixir into his crucible in front of the whole school.
The potion turned into a golden dragon and soared into the sky, smashing the magic dome in the hall.
Professor McGonagall pointed at the scene tremblingly: "Is this called cultural exchange?"
I asked in confusion: "What else? We can't even pass the preliminary exam here."
