Hogwarts: I'm the only cultivator here!

Hogwarts: I'm the Only Cultivator Author: Tomato Fish

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Original title: Hogwarts: I'm the only one who cultivates immortality

Alternative title: Hogwarts: This Chinese student is acting strangely

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Tags: fanfiction, time travel, system, fanfiction

Main characters: Ye Feng, Hermione

Synopsis: "Ye Feng! How many times have I told you not to use sword control to fly on a broom! And you're absolutely forbidden from stealing Hermione's wand and using your own wand as chopsticks!"

This is a story about a time traveler who single-handedly distorts the art style of Hogwarts; this is a story about how the Hogwarts higher-ups frantically change the school rules just to restrict our protagonist; this... should be an interesting story.

Chapter 1 Are you kidding me?

In the early morning, in a beautiful village, a young boy with a youthful yet handsome face, whose good looks and gentle demeanor were undeniable despite his young age, opened his eyes in an exquisite little villa.

The moment the boy opened his eyes, a dazzling light flashed in those star-like eyes, but that light vanished in an instant. As the light disappeared, the boy's star-like eyes became ordinary, and even upon close observation, one could only notice that the boy's eyes were slightly brighter than those of ordinary people.

"Ah, another day full of hope!" Stretching, the boy didn't linger in bed but threw off the covers and got out of bed barefoot.

If anyone were here right now, they would notice that the boy's feet are more delicate and fair than those of 99% of girls. But if you were to do something bad, the owner of these feet would show you cruel reality what cruelty is!

"Wow!"

With a sound that was neither too loud nor too soft, the curtains in the room were pulled open, and the orange-red sunlight instantly shone through the window onto the young boy's face. The boy, holding the curtains with both hands, turned to the side, facing the sun that had just risen and was only half visible, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"The timing is perfect, it's time to begin my cultivation..."

The boy's name was Ye Feng, a name he had since birth, but unfortunately, the name remained the same, but the world was no longer the same.

Yes, just like the tropes in many old but still used novels, he is a time traveler. Although his way of time travel is a bit bizarre and even outrageous, fortunately, the world he traveled to is a peaceful world, and it is a country he is familiar with. Even more fortunately, he has a system.

As for how he time-traveled, there's no need to mention the embarrassing way he time-traveled—after reading a fantasy novel, he carved a wooden sword and then, in a childish and pretentious manner, tried to imitate the protagonist's sword-wielding technique, and actually succeeded. In fact, he successfully 'wielded' the sword and stabbed himself in the heart to death.

"Eleven years, a full eleven years! Do you know how I've spent them?!"

"This kind of life... where you have no worries about food and clothing and no concerns about your future financial prospects is fucking awesome!"

Compared to those miserable 'predecessors', Ye Feng was not reborn into any wealthy family after his transmigration. His parents were just two teachers in a small town, but their salaries were still decent. At least they didn't have to worry about making money right after birth like those 'predecessors'.

Thus, relying on his intelligence (and the elementary school knowledge he hadn't completely forgotten), Ye Feng dominated the elementary school in the city center, winning numerous scholarships every year, which made his 'childhood' extremely comfortable.

After sighing and exhaling into the rising sun, Ye Feng let out a long breath. Instantly, a white light, like sword energy, shot out from his mouth and slowly dissipated into the air after flying seven or eight meters.

Fortunately, his 'villa' was backed by lush green mountains, and it was still early. Otherwise, if anyone had seen this scene, he would have been invited for 'tea,' since exhaling like a sword is not something a normal person can do.

"Ding~ Daily Breakfast Purple Qi quest completed, additional Immortal Power +10"

Hearing the system notification, Ye Feng's smile deepened.

Although his method of transmigration was rather bizarre, the cultivation system that came with him was quite good. As long as he persisted in cultivating and completed the system's tasks, he could obtain rewards. These rewards were varied and strange, but in general, they were all beneficial to his cultivation.

The only pity is that he has been cultivating immortality for ten years. He can now do what he used to only dream about: flying on a sword. But even though he has secretly flown around the area on his sword at night for the past two years, he has not been able to find any trace of cultivators. This makes Ye Feng somewhat disappointed.

However, Ye Feng was not discouraged. After all, he still had to take care of his parents in this world. So even if he sneaked out at night, he didn't dare to stay for too long and didn't go very far. But now that he had graduated from elementary school, he would have more time to explore and find his 'kin' after he entered junior high school.

To avoid worrying his parents in this world and to avoid unnecessary trouble, he pretended to be a little kid for six whole years! If it weren't for his cultivation system, which allowed him to focus most of his attention on cultivation and only spare some for school, he probably would have been driven crazy long ago.

Fortunately, although he still really didn't want to go to junior high school, the teenagers at this stage were starting to mature. He no longer had to pay attention to his words and actions, worrying that he might say something 'shocking' that would scare others, and he no longer had to pretend to be introverted and not like to talk to people.

Although school days weren't very pleasant, Ye Feng enjoyed his time after school. He could do whatever he liked, such as refining pills on the induction cooker at home when his parents weren't home.

As for that homework, it was child's play for him. And since he learned to manipulate objects, doing homework has become even easier. With just a thought, he can use his divine sense to control several pens at the same time, and he can finish even summer homework in half an hour.

"Although the system's rewards are not bad, relying solely on those rewards is not a long-term solution."

Yes, the system's rewards are decent, but the refresh rate of tasks is not high, and the vast majority of the rewards are immortal power, various cultivation techniques, formations, alchemy manuals, etc. Only a small portion are treasures, pills, spiritual herbs, and materials for refining weapons.

This is also why Ye Feng searched for 'kindred spirits' everywhere after he learned to control his sword and gained some self-defense capabilities, because he really had no materials to practice with. Although ordinary medicinal herbs and various metal materials could be used, they were only barely usable.

Hopefully, this situation will improve after I start junior high school.

As Ye Feng sighed inwardly, he heard a slight noise coming from his parents' room next door; his parents had also gotten up.

Upon hearing the sound, Ye Feng rubbed his face, revealed a sweet smile, and turned to walk out. Today, he wanted to go for a stroll in the mountains to see if he could find some suitable herbs to try out his newly conceived 'elixir formula,' but this required his parents' 'approval.'

As the sun was about to set in the west, Ye Feng returned home carrying a small bag of wild fruit. To his surprise, as soon as he stepped into the house, he saw his parents' extremely solemn faces.

"Dad, Mom, what happened?" Seeing his parents' solemn faces, Ye Feng put away his smile and walked up to them. Upon hearing Ye Feng's words, his parents solemnly handed him a piece of paper.

Ye Feng: [?_??]

Taking the 'paper', Ye Feng's head was filled with question marks as he looked at the English words on it, which he had almost forgotten but could still vaguely recognize. Seeing the question on Ye Feng's face, Ye's mother suddenly slapped her forehead, full of annoyance.

"Hey, I forgot you don't understand English very well."

"This is an acceptance letter, an acceptance letter from a school in England called Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?"

Upon hearing this name, Ye Feng had even more questions in his mind. He had been cultivating immortality for ten years, and now you're telling me this isn't a cultivation world but a magical world? Are you sure you're not kidding me?

Chapter 2 Round-faced Fat Chicken

A Hogwarts acceptance letter stirred up ripples in Ye Feng's peaceful life. Ye Feng never expected that he hadn't received a protagonist's script for a spiritual revival or urban cultivation story. Instead, he had received a fan fiction script, which had absolutely nothing to do with his system.

"Wait a minute, I'm in China right now. Although the time is a little off, and I haven't read much Harry Potter, I have read fanfiction. Isn't the admission standard for Hogwarts eleven-year-old children born in the UK with magical talent?"

While Ye Feng was utterly perplexed, Minerva McGonagall, the "catgirl" vice-principal at Hogwarts, was also baffled by Dumbledore's decision. She couldn't understand why the headmaster would know and insist on sending an acceptance letter to an unknown little boy in China.

Our protagonist, Ye Feng, fell silent after his mother read the contents of the acceptance letter, but this silence quickly turned into joy.

Although he hadn't really fought much during his ten years of cultivation and wasn't sure of his own strength limits—perhaps he could kill Voldemort with a single finger—he was still somewhat interested in the power of magic. Besides, the magical world was full of dragons, all sorts of magical creatures, and strange and wonderful things.

There's a saying that goes something like this: there are three thousand great paths, but in the end they all lead to the same destination. Although the system of magic is different from that of cultivating immortality, the differences in various aspects should not be too great. Even if the characteristics are different, we can study them a little and then classify their uses according to their characteristics.

Therefore, Ye Feng was somewhat excited after hearing the contents of the admission notice. As for whether it was fake or not, even if it was fake, the residual special energy fluctuations on it that he had never seen before were definitely real. In other words, whether it was real or fake, he had to go and see it.

So Ye Feng asked his mother to write a reply. As for Ye Feng being too young to go abroad, his parents weren't worried at all. After all, most English teachers these days have some family wealth, so it's reasonable for his mother to have a few friends who have gone abroad.

Of course, the main reason is that his parents didn't really believe it was true, thinking it was just a prank by one of their friends.

The next day, Ye Feng got up as usual and swallowed the purple energy in front of the rising sun. Just as he finished swallowing the energy and exhaled the waste gas as usual, an owl silently descended from the sky and then... then crashed into the 'sword energy' he exhaled with a clatter.

Ye Feng:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

Seeing the owl screaming and spinning as it crashed to the ground, Ye Feng was immediately startled. The next second, the curtains in his room were slightly lifted, and as the curtains fell, Ye Feng was already crouching under the shade of a tree outside the window.

"Holy crap! Round-faced fat... ptooey, Owl Brother, don't die! Wake up! You still have a letter to deliver! Let's make a deal, can you wait until you deliver the letter before you die?"

Owl: (キ｀?Д??)!! Human language?

Luckily, the owl can't talk, otherwise it would definitely have pointed at Ye Feng's nose and given him a good scolding.

Ye Feng also noticed the problem, so he put the owl with a bloody hole in its abdomen that went through both the front and back on the ground, flipped his little hand and took out a pill about the size of his little finger that emitted a faint fragrance, and pinched open the owl's beak to feed the owl the pill.

"Brother Eagle, don't worry. This is a Hundred Fragrance Pill that I made with 9918 kinds of spices. Although it doesn't have the effect of bringing the dead back to life or healing flesh and bones, it can easily cure this cricket's fatal wound."

Owl: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ No, I think I can still be saved!!!

One hour later…

"Hey, Xiaofeng, we're in for a treat today! Your mom went out early this morning to buy pigeons and made pigeon porridge. It smells amazing! I just secretly tasted a bit, and I don't know what seasonings your mom put in, but this pigeon porridge has a special, refreshing aroma. It's so delicious."

Ye Feng：ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ

Ye's mother, who had just come down from the balcony after watering the strawberries Ye Feng had planted, said: "Honey, this isn't pigeon porridge. It's chicken porridge made with the 'wild hen' that Xiao Feng picked up."

"Wow, you'd better eat a lot later, this is a rare treat!"

Ye Feng: (～￣▽￣)～

"Brother Eagle, I'm sorry. Every year during Qingming Festival, I'll burn two extra female eagles for you. Farewell! (Ｔ▽Ｔ)"

A few minutes later…

"Hey, I must say, Brother Eagle, your food really does smell delicious." As he thought to himself, Ye Feng handed the bowl he had finished eating to his mother next to him, asking her to serve him another bowl.

Although the first owl that came to deliver the letter died a heroic death, Ye Feng's letter was still successfully delivered to its successor and sent out. And the day after the letter was sent out, Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, who wore a small round hat and had a long white beard, suddenly appeared in front of their house.

Ye Feng glanced at the bag of trash that hadn't been thrown away yet outside the door, while Dumbledore, who was all smiles, noticed Ye Feng's little action. Dumbledore smiled and turned to look at it as well, but then his smile froze.

"Hehe, so you're Headmaster Dumbledore, right? I didn't expect you to come in person. Please come in." Although Ye's father wasn't exactly a shrewd person, he sensed the subtle atmosphere, so he immediately broke the silence and invited Dumbledore into the house.

"Whoo~"

Seeing Ye's father's radiant smile, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and his own smile returned to its usual vividness.

"In this magical country where food abounds, and they have never been exposed to magic, it is quite normal for the owl that delivers messages to them to be 'ingredients' delivered to their doorstep. However, the next time we need to send a message to the little wizard in this mysterious country, we will have to use a different kind of 'messenger'."

Ye Feng was unaware of the various thoughts that flashed through Dumbledore's mind at that moment, but judging from the current situation, Dumbledore probably wouldn't pursue the matter of them 'burying' the messenger.

However, Ye Feng felt it was better to be safe, so as he walked inside, he put his hand behind his back and hooked it, and the garbage bag with a long tail feather still sticking out disappeared quietly, as if it had never existed. Of course, this was ignoring the watermark on the ground.

An hour later, they agreed to take Ye Feng to buy various school supplies the day after tomorrow, and instructed Ye's parents to complete the procedures for going abroad. On September 1st, they would take Ye Feng to London to send him off to school. Dumbledore then disappeared suddenly using Apparition to their astonishment. Ye Feng was filled with anticipation for Diagon Alley, the magical district he had only heard of.

Of course, he wouldn't slack off on cultivating immortality, after all, he had been cultivating for ten years, and it had become his instinct and a habit. Ye's parents were also quite excited, since their son was going to study abroad, which was something to be very proud of.

Chapter 3 Moving into Zhang Qiu's House

"Diagon Alley, Diagon Alley... I can't wait! I wonder what my wand will be like. Will it be like those fanfiction stories where ordinary wands can't withstand my 'magic power' and explode, leaving me with only the Elder Wand? I'm really looking forward to it!"

As Ye Feng murmured, Dumbledore, who had already made an appointment with them, appeared on time at Ye Feng's doorstep under the morning sun. It was hard to tell whether Ye's parents were too carefree or Dumbledore was truly trustworthy, but they actually felt at ease letting Ye Feng go on a long trip with Dumbledore alone.

That's on the other side of the ocean. In this era, let alone smartphones, even landline phones are not yet widely available. In many places, even an entire village might only have one phone.

But even under these circumstances, his parents were completely at ease letting him go with Dumbledore to study in another country across the ocean, even though he was only eleven years old! Even though he always acted more mature than his peers, he still looked like an eleven-year-old child.

However, when Ye Feng followed Dumbledore to the magic branch in China using Apparition, and then used the fireplace system to get to London and meet his mother's old classmate, Ye Feng understood why his parents were so relieved. It was because their old classmate's husband's surname was Zhang, and they also had a daughter named Zhang Qiu.

"What a small world!" He couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the girl in front of him, who was a year or two older than him and tilting her head to examine him. Although she was only twelve or thirteen years old, her delicate face was already showing signs of stunning beauty.

Ye Feng never expected that his mother's classmate would be the mother of Cho Chang, a famous beauty at Hogwarts. But perhaps only in this way, and after the two of them had discussed it, could they truly feel at ease letting him come to 'study' alone.

"Alright, now that you know each other, I'll leave the task of taking Feng Ye to buy preschool supplies to you. No problem, Qiu Zhang?"

"No problem, Headmaster Dumbledore, I will definitely help Feng Ye prepare all the necessary school supplies."