Oh, greetings, dear readers.
As you might have guessed, I am the protagonist of this book, Eulalia*Evan*Edwards.
Sorry, my mom's input method isn't advanced enough to type the separator dots in English names, so it ended up looking like this.
I only gave my full name to pad the word count. Besides, a full name sounds so grand. Nine syllables, after all.
Sorry for getting off topic again. Sob.
I like playing video games, and I'm the kind who is terrible at them but loves playing anyway.
I'm also a half-dimensional. That means I'm one-quarter otaku, which is why I'm called a half-dimensional.
On an utterly ordinary day, with no stars, no moon, and no Zhen falling in love with Qiang...
I transmigrated.
Sure, I'd always wanted to bounce around in the anime world.
But.
Why do I have to inherit my eldest son's schoolwork too???
Is magic really something a Muggle like me should be studying???
Is this scientifically sound???
It's hilarious. I used to try finding magic in the scientific world every day, and now I look for science in the magical world every day. What a suffocating reversal.
And then, as if the world were playing a joke on me,
I found
"Ke" science.
Pupils dilating in shock JPG.
This world has more than just Harry Potter.
There are also tiny people who can fly, glow, and chatter away; meddlesome busybodies called the Clocktower Attendants, who are always picking on young wizards like us; a very playful □□ Yangge star; rings and boxes that can spew fire; and expired, unidentified fingers that are edible and look remarkably like chicken feet. And so on.
Eulalia: Thanks for the info. Is this world really not going to fall apart?
Some unknown coffee jelly god: . Smiles
A certain wizard once solemnly warned his juniors after graduation:
Never pick things up at random in the Forbidden Forest.
Or people.
It's best to stay away from the Forbidden Forest. It will bring you misfortune.
Theme: Believe that the magic of miracles exists.
Oh, what a fresh article (?ò ? ó?)