Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

On the silver-blue velvet lay an exquisitely crafted magic wand.

The wand handle is like a single piece of sapphire, with a gray crystal structure spiraling upwards, connecting the wooden wand to the sapphire handle.

Ollivander looked at it as if it were a treasure. "This wand is very special. It doesn't even fit into wand theory. It doesn't have a really defined shaft and core."

Vizette had an indescribable feeling; he felt that the wand in front of him should have belonged to him.

Perhaps, as Ollivander said, this wand was waiting for him to become its companion from the moment it was created.

With that thought in mind, Vizet did not hesitate at all and grasped the wand in her hand.

A silver-blue light appeared in his mind, and the "Wizard's Guide to Combat" suddenly opened, with countless pages flying through his mind as if boiling.

Just then, the wand slowly disappeared from his hand and appeared in his mind.

The fluttering pages resembled a school of fish, circling the magic wand.

At this moment, the wand was like a stabilizing force, and the gray crystal holding it together lit up, emitting a silver-blue light.

The dimly lit shop became bright, and countless silver-blue rays of light spilled out from all directions, flying towards Vizet's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Diagon Alley began to shimmer for him, radiating a silvery-blue light!

Ollivander opened his mouth slightly, staring wide-eyed at everything before him, at Vizet floating in mid-air.

Vizette looked ahead like a god standing on the river of history, observing the rise and fall of Diagon Alley from ancient times to the present.

He saw Ollivander's ancestors come here, set up a shed, and sell the first wand;

He saw that fairies had also appeared here. They seemed to sense that this place was about to prosper and began to build a snow-white building.

He saw more and more shops appear, and a shopping street called Diagon Alley was built around Gringotts and Ollivander's Wand Shop...

He seemed to be able to vaguely glimpse the essence of magic, how wizards acquired magic in the past, and even more ancient times...

Vizette focused his attention, trying to see clearly, when a sudden, intense dizziness struck him, making him feel as if the world was spinning...

……

At the far end of the Leaky Cauldron, Dumbledore interlaced his fingers, his gaze scrutinizing the person hidden in the shadows.

"Professor Quirrell, as far as I know... you went to the Albanian Black Forest to gain practical experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Did you gain any insights?"

“Of...of course!” Quirrell stammered. “I met...I met vampires, and they were...very unfriendly to me…”

At that moment, a flash of silver-blue light suddenly appeared in the Broken Cauldron Bar, and the drinkers opened their sleepy eyes.

"What just happened? Did you see the light?"

"I not only saw it, but I believed in the light. Look... the fluorescent light is flashing!"

"Have you drunk too much? You're all dizzy! Burp! Tom! Two more dozen sherry!"

Dumbledore looked at the bar, his gaze seemingly penetrating the bar to see into the small courtyard, and then through the small courtyard to see Diagon Alley.

He sensed ancient magical power within the silvery-blue light and searched for its source. "Olivendine Wand Shop? Could it be Vizette?"

“And… there’s another old witch… she’s terrifying…” Quirrell stammered, “Headmaster Dumbledore, what were you saying just now?”

“It’s nothing.” Dumbledore shook his head gently. “I’m listening. Continue. What did that terrible witch do?”

"That...that old witch kept...she kept a lot of snakes...all poisonous...poisonous snakes! She used...used poisonous snakes to attack me!"

……

The second floor of the Leaky Cauldron bar, the room rented by Quirrell.

Voldemort, possessed by the sharp-nosed viper, awoke from his slumber and sensed a strange power.

He poked his head out of the covers, swiftly climbed onto the window, and gazed into the distance.

“Such ancient magical power!” he uttered in a hoarse, grating voice. “This body is too weak; it only allows me to sense the source here. I must get Quirrell to the Philosopher’s Stone as soon as possible…”

Before the words were finished, the snake's body collapsed, its scales and flesh turned to ash, and a wisp of black mist, like smoke and illusion, emerged from it.

The black mist slowly approached the corner of the room, where a net cage full of venomous snakes was placed.

The venomous snakes fell into a deep sleep. The black mist lingered in the air for a moment, then finally selected one of the snakes and pounced on it...

……

Vizette woke up on a bench in the shop.

Everything around me has changed.

The ceiling is covered with countless lines, which resemble dried brushstrokes and are only a very dim silver-blue color.

The same is true of the wands on the shelves; they are wrapped with glowing lines.

Some are dazzling red lines, some are warm orange lines, and some are soft silver lines...

"Child, you're awake!" Ollivander appeared before him. "Has the world before you changed?"

A mirror appeared, reflecting a delicate face with a touch of baby fat unique to that age.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Vizette looked in the mirror and slowly moved her hand to her eyes.

These eyes are like lakes under the moonlight, with silvery-blue light filling the pupils, possessing a unique and mysterious beauty.

He blinked, and the silver-blue light completely disappeared. He blinked again, and the silver-blue light filled his eyes again, as if at will.

“The Eye of Magic, an extremely rare talent…” Ollivander said with envy, “The talent that the Ollivander family dreams of most!”

"The first Ollivander Staffmaker was a wizard who possessed the Eye of Magic. He observed the magic of this world and summarized the laws and mysteries contained within it."

"He incorporated principles into wand making, making our wand-making technique unique and allowing it to be passed down as a family tradition."

"There have been many wand makers in history, but when it comes to wand-making families, there is only our Ollivander family!"

"That's amazing!" Vizet exclaimed, his consciousness sinking into his mind.

The Wizarding Guide to Combat turns a new page, containing the records of the Eye of Magic.

"The Beginner's Eye of Magic": Discover ancient magical power nurtured over time... Absorb it to help the Eye of Magic grow... Discover the magic circuits...

Seeing the magic circuit means being able to see the light wrapped around the wand.

And this is only the ability of a beginner-level Magic Eye.

If it continues to absorb ancient magical power, allowing the Eye of Magic to grow and evolve to intermediate, advanced levels... what will it be able to see then?

Vizet tried to control the Obscurus, but unfortunately the ancient magical power generated by the Obscurus could not be absorbed by the Eye of Magic.

Since the Obscurial path was not viable, he did not force the issue; his immediate priority was to obtain a magic wand.

"Mr. Ollivander, the wand you just gave me has disappeared. What should I do?"

Chapter 13 The Magic Eye and Wand Making

"It's alright. Perhaps it will become a key, the key to unlock the Eye of Magic." Ollivander's tone became even gentler, like an elder comforting a younger person.

“Let’s start choosing a wand again. Perhaps this time… you’ll have a pleasant surprise. What color wand do you like? Do you have any preferences regarding the wand core?”

Vizette asked, puzzled, "Didn't you say before... that wizards and wands would choose each other? Can I make a request now?"

“Hmm…” Ollivander murmured, “Normally that would be the case, but you possess the Magic Eye! Tell me what style you prefer!”

Vizette recalled the bunch of wands she had just tried out: "Elderberry, Dragonheartstring, Thirteen Inch... preferably something sturdier."

“You remember everything!” Ollivander smiled brightly, like a sunflower facing the sun. “To wield the power of the Obscurial, one certainly needs an extraordinary wand!”

He knew the location of every single wand in the store like the back of his hand.

With a wave of his wand, a wooden box flew out from the deepest part of the shelf and landed in Vizet's hand.

Inside the wooden box lay a jet-black magic wand, its shape simple and straight, sharp and cold like a military dagger, with minimal carving.

With the help of the Magic Eye, he sensed the exquisite craftsmanship contained within the wand, and the overall magic circuit was very smooth.

The only drawback is the tip of the wand; the magic circuit is somewhat bulky, resembling a tangled ball of yarn.

Vizet picked up the wand; the handle was rounded and textured, fitting perfectly in her hand.

Ancient magical power was activated and quickly spread to the wand.

Power converges at the tip of the wand, merging into the bloated magic circuitry.

It was like playing a game of cat's cradle, requiring me to untangle the magic circuits to make the wand's overall magic circuits run more smoothly.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally straightened out the magic circuit, and vortex-like patterns appeared on the staff, which also became slightly warm at this moment.

Vizette instinctively released her grip, and the wand, unusually, floated in mid-air, emitting a melodious hum.

He could feel the wand calling to him, a stark contrast to his previous silence.

Not only this wand, but all the wands in the shop hummed softly, calling out the same message.

“It’s wonderful! It’s become even more perfect!” Ollivander smiled with satisfaction. “Do you understand? The wand chooses the wizard.”

"You possess the Magic Eye, which allows you to make wands even better. No wand can refuse that!"

“In a way, these wands are really interesting!” Vizet laughed.

He recalled a saying from his past life: "Today you ignore me, tomorrow you'll be begging for my attention."

“Vizet! I hope that after you graduate, you can learn how to make wands from me.” Ollivander’s tone was full of anticipation.