I Escaped the Arcane, Only to Be Accepted to Hogwarts

A blood-red sun hangs beneath a darkened sky, as ghosts sing of days gone by.

The spring equinox never comes, and all creation is buried beneath the cold mist.

This world is terribly sick, but Li Changgong is relieved that it is only a dream world.

"In your dream, I've been dead for many years?"

"Yes, Professor Dumbledore."

"What about Tom Riddle?"

"Dead."

"Professor Snape?"

"Tom Riddle killed him."

"And... Harry Potter?"

"He's still alive, but... it seems everyone wants him dead! Including me..."

"It sounds like things aren't going well in the world of your dreams."

"No, they aren't. It was an age when ghosts roamed the night. Some people mingled among them, happier than the ghosts themselves. Sometimes I even wondered if it really was a dream."