When Zheng Qing first received his admission letter from First University, he did not think much of it. He merely saw the opportunity as Harry Potter-style luck.
But compared to that scarred boy, he had received quite a bit of knowledge about the mysterious side of the world while growing up—though Zheng Qing had always thought he was studying the inheritance of some secret Daoist sect. This allowed him to fit into the Wizarding World more quickly and smoothly than Harry Potter had.
But as time passed, Zheng Qing gradually began to detect something different.
For instance, the academy's professors treated him a little too well. Of course, this was not to say that the professors secretly favored him because he was a publicly funded student or a recipient of the Merlin Medal. It was a far more direct sort of partiality—he could regularly consult Old Yao about health issues, receive professional extracurricular tutoring from a senior professor of Divination Studies, and even obtain Transformation Potions for overcoming tribulations from the school on a regular basis because of his head ailment.
To borrow a private complaint from an assistant lecturer, "This can be reimbursed too? I never knew the school even bought health insurance for these poor kids... I must have attended a fake First University."
Then there was Mr. Wu, who had always taught him talismans. He did not seem as simple as Zheng Qing had always believed. The clearest example had been on the eve of the School Hunting Meet, when the young wizard fell unconscious from the effects of his shadow's return after the 2D Laboratory explosion. Mr. Wu had actually been able to project himself directly into First University's campus.
Leaving aside the fact that projection grimoires required extraordinary magical skill and immense magical power, the