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

Inside the wooden door was a space the size of a telephone booth, with a ship's wheel hanging on the wall. A string of words on the wheel's handle lit up: Ministry of Magic Main Hall (Lobby and Reception Area).

Each of them grabbed one of the handles, and blue light instantly burst forth from the space, engulfing them.

The main hall of the Swedish Ministry of Magic resembles a huge ship's cabin, with soft, fluffy carpets on the floor and walls decorated with various brightly colored tapestries and fabrics.

In the very center is an ice sculpture depicting a tall, robust wizard.

The statue would occasionally wave its wand, altering the ocean environment on the ceiling, sometimes making it turbulent, sometimes calm.

Many bubbles float on both sides of the hall, through which wizards either leave or enter.

They passed through security like normal visitors and arrived at a small cabin on the side, which also contained a ship's wheel.

Most of the text on the ship's wheel handle was lit up, except for the text for the Department of Mysteries, which was dim.

"Visitors can't get in there..." the man with the goatee sighed softly, "Looks like I'll have to put in a little more effort for you..."

The fair-skinned man questioned, "Didn't you arrange for anyone to be there?"

The man with the goatee retorted, "Our members are all valuable, and besides, the only target is eyeballs, so why bother assigning manpower for this?"

"The reason I'm here is simply to urge you on and, incidentally, to act as your guide... Please forgive me for being so blunt."

"Hmm." The fair-skinned man nodded and let out a soft breath. "It doesn't matter."

He appeared expressionless and spoke calmly, but his fists were clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged menacingly.

The small cabin was already full, and as the ship's wheel turned, the group began to move within the Ministry of Magic...

The fair-skinned man's body began to tremble, and the trembling became more and more obvious, like an epileptic seizure, with wisps of black mist seeping from his facial features.

As the fair-skinned man trembled, the small cabin began to shake violently. The wizards around him sensed something was wrong and looked back, only to find a huge cloud of black mist behind them.

The black mist resembled a raging, gloomy rain cloud, flashing with streaks of scarlet light.

"What it is……"

"What's going on? How did the Ministry of Magic let this thing in?"

"It's...the Obscurus! It's the Obscurus! It will kill us!"

"Hurry up," the man with the goatee said softly, then screamed, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

As he spoke, he pushed his way into the crowd, a joyful smile spreading across his face.

The goatee-bearded man's meddling only made the already chaotic situation worse.

The surrounding wizards screamed in terror, trying to grab their wands to fight back, but because of their companions' panic, there wasn't enough room to cast their spells.

The small cabin, already rocking violently, was now like a lone boat on a raging sea, on the verge of capsizing at any moment...

The piercing alarm shattered the tranquility of the Ministry of Magic, and the entire ministry seemed to tremble as deafening crashes echoed through the halls.

The black mist around Mo Mo Ran surged, turning half of the cabin into dust, sending debris flying everywhere.

Countless fragments of bricks and stones fell with a crash, but they could not cause any damage to it, turning into dust all at once.

Without lingering, he crawled straight down, passing through six walls, until he arrived at a dark, circular room with several doors leading to other, deeper rooms.

The Department of Mysteries is a part of the Ministry of Magic in almost every country.

This place is responsible for conducting secret research, and the vast majority of the research topics are highly classified. Even among Ministry of Magic employees, very few people know the specifics of what's going on here.

Silently, he transformed back into a fair-skinned man. After a moment's thought, he closed his eyes, and the black mist around his body once again spread, but in the next instant, it transformed into an extremely faint silver-blue light.

The light slowly converged into an arrow-like symbol, which began to rotate and point towards one of the doors.

The fair-skinned man suddenly opened his eyes. His face was completely bloodless, and even his eyes were much dimmer.

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed painfully twice, then vanished again, rushing towards the room indicated by the arrow...

Chapter 11 Home Life Magic

The Swedish Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries.

The Silent One calmly reported: "At 10:30 or 10:40 this morning, the Department of Mysteries was attacked. None of the Silent Ones were injured, but it is suspected that an Obscurial broke into the Ministry of Magic."

The Swedish Minister of Magic looked around at the mess and asked, "During the attack on the Department of Mysteries, was anything stolen?"

"The Spear of Gungnir and the Eye of Odin".

What... is their function?

"According to the regulations of the Department of Mysteries, you must sign a magical confidentiality agreement before I can explain the effects of the two magical items to you in detail."

“I’ll consider it. Are there any more details? I need them to get the Aurors moving.”

"Momo Ran's goal is very clear, and he seems to be guided by something, so we cannot rule out the possibility that he has mastered ancient magical power."

Upon hearing the Silent One utter that word, the Swedish Minister of Magic frowned. "Ancient magical power? What is that? A... very ancient kind of magic?"

"I need to establish a magical confidentiality agreement before I can disclose the details."

"Loki's tongue! Can't he reveal even a little useful information? Information that doesn't involve the Department of Mysteries!"

"I suggest contacting the English Ministry of Magic's Mysteries Department and mentioning 'the resurgence of ancient magical forces.' They will take action."

"So... this involves other countries? A diplomatic crisis? Was it orchestrated by people in England?"

The Silent One shrugged. "Without a magical confidentiality pact, I can only say... perhaps that 'greatest wizard of our time' knows more."

Watching the Silencer's departing figure, the Swedish Minister of Magic spat, "The Silencer? The Riddler!"

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Fortunately, Wizette and her roommates finished their homework on the train, so now she can fully enjoy her vacation.

The following week, Snape sent him a reply with only a few simple words: Whatever, don't embarrass yourself, or don't use it.

In addition, he also included a potion recipe with the letter, which happened to be the recipe for the Invigorating Potion.

The writing on it was the same as the message, so it must have been written by Snape himself.

The recipe also includes instructions on how to process the corresponding materials, as well as how to identify which invigorating potions are considered excellent finished potions.

Even if Vizet obtains Snape's potion recipe, she will never be able to brew a potion of invigoration properly, and she will never add Snape's name to it.

After obtaining his wizard passport, Xenophilius began to arrange his itinerary.

Since wizards have special passports, they naturally also have their own travel agencies.

For example, in Diagon Alley, there is a wizard travel agency called "Terror Tour".

This travel agency, located at 59 Diagon Alley, primarily offers adventure tours, including thrilling and exciting vacation packages with attractions such as the Bermuda Triangle.

The travel contracts for these "horror tours" are also practically worthless; they assume no responsibility for any injuries or deaths that may occur during the trip.

Signing this travel contract is tantamount to signing a death warrant.

Xenophilius cherishes Luna and would certainly not choose the "horror journey".

To this end, he even reluctantly bought the latest issues of the Daily Prophet in search of a reliable wizarding hotel.

The reason for using the word "painful" is that Xenophius looked down on the Daily Prophet.

He believed that the newspaper was Connelly Fudge's mouthpiece, only speaking well of Connelly Fudge and not reporting any truth related to him.

Therefore, buying several issues of The Daily Prophet was tantamount to indirectly funding Connelly Fudge.

Over the course of a few days, Xenophilius spent his time either planning routes at home or discussing travel expenses at the Wizard's Inn, and he even took the Muggle bus there.

He also witnessed the prosperity of the Muggle world and would occasionally praise the wonders of the Muggles.

……

While Xenophilius was busy choosing a hotel, Vizette took the initiative to take care of Luna.

He even made a special trip to Flourish and Blotts and noted down many books related to the magic of home life.

He memorized magic books such as "Practical Home Magic," "Conjure a Feast!" and "Enchant Your Cheese."

Aside from continuing to practice Occlumency and deepening his research on Ancient Magic: Instant Shield, he devoted most of his time to home magic.

After several days of learning, he has gained a deeper understanding of the magic of home life.

Especially in the realm of cooking magic, fixed spells are rarely used; it is even somewhat similar to transfiguration magic, placing greater emphasis on the wizard's autonomy.

Learning these kinds of home life magic gave Vizet a feeling of returning to a distant past.

It's as if you're witnessing a wizard with a talent for spellcasting gradually master and use magic to cook up a sumptuous meal.

These books on home magic rarely contain any spells; they generally use simple words such as "rise," "fall," "rub," and "cut."

It describes more of a feeling, what kind of feeling it can drive ingredients to do, which is very interesting to learn.

Once you get the hang of it, you won't even need these simple commands; you can simply let the ingredients and utensils start cooking, which is very pleasant and magical.

This is why a large number of wizards are extremely unskilled in household magic and can only complete the cooking process by manually operating kitchen utensils.

Like Xenophirus, who only possessed the magic of stews for everyday life, he was always cooking various stews at home.

Fortunately, Vizet had a similar learning experience at the Hog's Head Bar, so it wasn't difficult for her to master home life magic.

Just as Vizette put down "Conjure a Feast!" and was about to call Luna home, the door was pushed open.