What?! You're Telling Me I Crossed Over into "Harry Potter"?
After her senior sister Chu Wushuang dropped her at the entrance to the reception hall like a chick being released into the wild, Chu Yao rubbed the back of her neck, which had narrowly escaped a cruel fate. Her mind filled with a frantic flood of complaints. Face? Senior sister, why didn't you think about saving me some face when you grabbed me by the collar?! I've lost face as the demonic path supreme all the way into another world!
But her protests were futile.
Under Chu Wushuang's icy, X-ray-like gaze, Chu Yao could only grimace as she straightened her sect robes, which had been pulled so badly out of shape that they looked like dried pickled vegetables. Silently chanting Down with senior sister's authoritarianism eight hundred times, she steeled herself and raised a foot, ready to cross the doorway as though she were marching to her death before a court of judgment.
Just then—
"Whoosh!"
A gray blur shot out through the doorway like a hidden weapon, whistling through the air as it hurtled straight toward Chu Yao's face!
"Holy shit! A sneak attack!"
The combat instincts Chu Yao had honed as the demonic path supreme in her previous life kicked in instantly. Her body moved faster than her mind, and she ducked and slid aside, narrowly avoiding the "thunderous blow."
The "hidden weapon" hit the floor with a smack, rolled over twice, and came to a stop.
Chu Yao took a closer look. Good grief, it was a... gray cloth shoe with its sole almost worn flat?!
Then her master Chu Kuangren's booming roar exploded from inside the hall, loud enough to shake dust from the rafters. "You little brat! So you do remember to come back? I thought you were having so much fun in Harbor City that you'd forgotten all about home, and some singing and dancing pretty boy had stolen your soul!"
Chu Yao: "..."
Master, you really are well informed.
She hunched her shoulders and suppressed the powerful urge to turn tail and run to Martial Uncle Zhang in the dining hall. Her face instantly switched to a standard "well-behaved.JPG" expression, and she stepped over the threshold, ready to put on a whole survival drama: drop to her knees, cling to her master's legs, admit her mistakes through tears, and shower him with flattery.
But the performance stalled as soon as it began.
Her gaze passed over her master, whose beard was practically bristling with anger, and fell on the guest beside him.
He was an old man.
An old man with a very, very, very peculiar look.
He wore deep red robes that made him look like Santa Claus on the wrong set, and his silver-white hair and beard were absurdly long, nearly long enough to tuck into his belt. Most striking of all was the pair of... half-moon spectacles perched on his nose?!
Chu Yao rummaged through the dust-covered corner of her mind where she kept the memories of her first life as a corporate drone...
A night spent staying up late in pajamas, binge-reading a book...
A magical world that had taken the entire globe by storm...
In an instant—
Buzz!
Chu Yao felt a chill shoot from the soles of her feet straight to the crown of her head, and the tingling sensation across her scalp was a hundred times stronger than when she'd been struck by heavenly lightning just now!
She nearly jumped on the spot and threw in that classic meme expression of Xiao Yueyue, the famous crosstalk performer from her first life: eyes wide, hand over his mouth, and an "Oh my heavens!"
Merlin's beard!
Merlin's lace stockings!
Everything of Merlin's!
Th-this, this wasn't Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, was it?!
That old bee who loved Sherbet Lemons and liked to say "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"—a great white wizard and a seasoned master of schemes!
So she hadn't returned to her pure, original homeland at all!
She was in the HP world?!
She'd transmigrated into "Harry Potter"?!
Chu Yao felt dizzy, and the floor beneath her feet seemed to turn into one of Hogwarts' moving staircases, nearly making her lose her balance.
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