At Hogwarts, the story begins with deconstructing Avada Kedavra.

Some call magic a miracle, others call it power. But in Lucian Ashford’s eyes, magic is countless “mountain of shit code,” exquisite yet cracked “artifacts awaiting repair.” In his past life, he was a top craftsman restoring time at the Forbidden City; in this life, he is Ravenclaw’s “Ash Scholar.” While others are still struggling to pronounce spells, Lucian pushes up his silver-rimmed glasses, casually plucks the magical strings in the air, and makes feathers dance ballet in the air. “Pronunciation is merely the trigger of emotion. If you can directly control the bullet, why shout?” While Hermione Granger was still reciting the Standard Spells, Lucian drew geometry on parchment with a brush. “Miss Granger, books record the history of the dead, while I am writing the future of the living.” When Voldemort attempted to proclaim fear with Avada Kedavra, Lucian looked at the green light with professional nitpicking: “Loose structure, noisy magic circuits, and extremely vulgar aesthetics… Tom, your magic, like your sliced ​​soul, is full of patches.” … Dumbledore: “I have never seen such a dangerous student. The way he looks at Hogwarts is like looking at a giant experimental table.” Snape: “Though I hate to admit it, his potion logic… is nauseatingly perfect.” Ollivander: “That wand didn’t choose its master; it submitted to a tyrant.” This is the story of a foreign tinkerer who elegantly dismantles the world and reshapes its rules. “I come, I see, I deconstruct.” “Even death itself is nothing more than a slightly more complex equation.”