Chronicle of Eastern Magic

When the magical aura of the foggy city rode on the river fog and landed on the small building covered with yellow kudzu vines in the old city, a wooden sign with gold letters on a black background and "United Magic Academy" was quietly hung on the mottled vermilion paint door. There are no castles or flying carpets here, but there are spirit-detecting coins and Western compasses that can quarrel, there are old clocks that hide the past, and there are children who can understand the whispers of objects. Former Hogwarts professor Allen brings the rigor of Western magic, and together with Su Qingci, who is well versed in Eastern magic, they build a bridge for those children who are regarded as "weird" by the Muggle world - connecting quills and brushes, wands and peach wood slices, and also connecting the secrets hidden in old objects. From the long-standing grievances in Ciqikou Tea House to the silver rabbit exploding in the Mid-Autumn night sky, the little wizards held their own "attractors" and slowly understood in the air intertwined with the fragrance of mugwort and ink: magic has no distinction between east and west. It may be the spell written by a Scottish quill, the breeze attracted by the peach wood slices of Qingcheng Mountain, the whisper hidden in the ticking of the old clock, or even the starlight in the eyes of a group of children when they finally find the same kind. In this land of mist and fireworks, new magical stories are unfolding - about acceptance, about connection, about the magic hidden in the folds of everyday life, waiting to be heard.