About Me Being an Exchange Student at Hogwarts

Lu Ci, sixteen years old, was a poor cultivator at the Taoist Temple. His master kicked him into Hogwarts as an exchange student on the grounds that "you have to bear your fate." He has no magic wand, no magic, and his entire wealth consists of two pounds of glutinous rice, three copper coins, and a stack of yellow paper. While others waved magic wands and recited spells, he squatted on the ground and drew saliva charms. Others used magic potions to exorcise evil spirits for a few hundred galleons, but he bought rice from the supermarket for 12.50 Yuan per catty. Three days into the school year, glutinous rice was used to liberate the ghosts in the basement that had not been dealt with for three hundred years. The professor of Charms class doubted life on the spot - the magic classification system we have spent hundreds of years building has been attacked by someone using cooking grains to reduce its dimensionality? The whole school's reaction: Gryffindor pursued him as his apprentice, Ravenclaw used him as a walking thesis library, and Slytherin thought he was poor while frantically asking for copper coins. Lu Ci just wanted to keep a low profile until the exchange period expired - until he discovered that someone in the Forbidden Forest had released Chinese evil spirits, and what was buried under this castle was more stomach-ache than all the ghost stories his master had told combined. On the surface, it is a story about a poor Taoist priest studying abroad, but behind the scenes, everyone has their own thoughts. Eastern Taoism × Western magic, there is a thousand-year hidden thread underneath the funny daily life - it is forbidden to delve into it, it will be terrifying to think about it carefully, so first put the talisman on it.