Cultivator as the School Keeper in Harry Potter

There was a silence.

Well, usually nobody would notice, but this one was quite heavy.

Standing atop the highest peak around these parts was a group of around 30 people. Wearing long robes, swords and seemingly an honest disposition, these otherwise cheerful individuals were giving off an uneasy feeling.

It takes just one look at them to tell they worry about, if not fear, what awaits them.

Then, it came.

It was a shadow, made of darkness and with blazing eyes. A shadow giving no sound and reflecting no light. Rather, it was as if it ceased to exist in his proximity.

"I just… find you annoying. All of you."

Two sentences of explanation was all which was given, and not less than what the group was content with.

Who would search for a reasoning when facing death outside of him?

They were part of a righteous, noble sect. No one would bother with words when facing a final enemy. Rather, those who were able to be still calm were searching within themselves.

Only the sect master, old as he was, felt that his part is different. Even though he was much weaker, he had a duty to fight the darkness.

With sure steps, woven through his long journey of cultivation, he came before it. At his level, no weapon was needed, so no weapon was drawn.

He raised his right hand, and attacked.

It was then that the dark creature seemed smaller. Yet that persisted only for a moment. Few seconds, and it moved. No, rather, it nullified everything. The attack, the sect's master before it, and all the disciples.

For it held an ancient power, known as the fate dichotomy. For everyone has two fates. One up, the other down, and this creature went on to misplace them.

It won't bother with the fact that the fate itself would punish it, or that the individuals would meet with great fortunes for enduring it. No, this one haven't taken even a glance at the scorched ground and black smoke remaining in their place.

It simply turned around, and left.

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It was dazzling. All the lights around me, and all the noises. Seemingly having lost all of my martial arts, I was… somewhere.

Then there was a path, and in it an ancient scroll.

A scroll meant to be read, and so I did.

<Your fate will be moved to a different world. Known otherwise as the "Harry Potter Universe",

it will be a world full of hardship, yet you will meet with significant fortune as well.

Apologies.

We will make up for it the next one.

Have a nice trip

Sincerely>

Hopefully they are sincere. What would I do otherwise?