Lin Du, a Nascent Soul ancestor who transmigrated to the cultivation world and spent three hundred years grinding away, nearly had his soul scattered by a world-ending divine thunderbolt.
When he opens his eyes, his body has returned to that of an eleven-year-old, and his penniless sect has "sent" him to Hogwarts as an exchange student.
Facing young wizards who only know how to cast "Expelliarmus" and the Dark Lord whose name no one dares speak, Lin Du grips his temperamental black dragon wand and falls into thought: Is it still too late to drop out and return to my sect?
Then one day, the Dark Lord finally returns, and the whole school is thrown into panic.
Amid the chaos, Lin Du calmly raises his wand. A rather suspicious flash of green light streaks across the room...
Voldemort looks at him, and he looks at Voldemort.
Lin Du: "Sorry, occupational hazard. By the way, do you still want your Horcruxes?"
Who can practice magic? Ha fan club 🤦
Water, some adjectives and verbs are unnecessary, it feels like they are filled in by AI