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

“You’re right,” Bjorn affirmed. “The Department of Mysteries has a long history. Mr. Dumbledore, you must know that as well.”

"Of course, it lasted much longer than the Ministry of Magic... or its predecessor, the 'Wizards Council'."

"That's because the people who established the Bureaus of Mystic Affairs in various countries were a group of wizards who possessed this power! They wanted to understand this power more deeply, which is why this organization came into being."

Genuine surprise appeared in Dumbledore's eyes, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "I see, no wonder the Department of Mysteries holds such a special position..."

"By the way, is there any information about the same ancient organization? Perhaps we can get some interesting clues from there."

Bjorn replied, “We are already searching… not only the English Bureau of Mysteries, but we have also requested assistance from the Bureaus of Mysteries in other countries.”

Dumbledore nodded. "That would be perfect."

Bjorn stood up. "Mr. Dumbledore, shall we begin? If this continues, I fear the Swedish Ministry of Magic will take drastic measures."

He then pulled out a few more photos, including one of the corpses of a fair-skinned man. "This is the corpse we found earlier. It has traces of the Imperius Curse on it, and the hair also has magical traces of the Cutting Curse."

“Polyhydral Soup?” Dumbledore also stood up. “Would the Ministry of Magic prevent me from seeing the body myself?”

Bjorn said helplessly, "Not yet, but in a couple of days... they'll probably be even less cooperative, since we've never cooperated with them before."

Dumbledore stroked his beard; the situation was quite clear.

Due to the special nature of the Department of Mysteries, they were unable to disclose the truth to the Ministry of Magic.

The loss of the Eye of Odin left the Swedish Ministry of Magic completely bewildered, unable to quickly locate the attackers.

The Obscurus was also a key clue, so the Swedish Ministry of Magic approached Newt, hoping to use this clue to catch the attacker as soon as possible.

"It's the search for the Obscurial again... Newt, you should be very familiar with this part, right?" Dumbledore shook his head slightly and left the drawing room with Bjorn...

Chapter 22 A Trip to Stockholm

After settling their luggage at the hotel, Vizette and his companions officially began their journey.

According to the travel itinerary signed up by Xenophilius, their first stop was Stockholm, where they would spend two days in the Muggle city.

Experience the Muggle life, which is different from that of wizards, and while you're at it, head to the nearby wizarding market to buy some souvenirs.

After leaving Stockholm, they will land on a nearby island, a wizarding community called Midgard.

Xenophilius also received information that a horned snoring beast had once appeared there, and even left behind a long horn.

Next, they will stay in the village for a while, thoroughly exploring every inch of the island in search of the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast.

The three of them left the hotel and sat down at an outdoor cafe. Seeing the bicycles ridden by pedestrians around them, Luna suddenly became interested and wanted to try this mode of transportation as well.

Neither Vizette nor Xenophilius had any reason to refuse.

After a brief conversation, Vizet borrowed three bicycles from the café owner and went to the square to practice riding them.

“Honey, be careful…” Xenophilius was still worried as he watched Luna pedal the bicycle, and kept reminding her.

Vizette reassured him, "Mr. Lovegood, don't worry. Although my levitation spell can't lift a boulder, it can certainly keep a bicycle balanced."

Luna nodded. "Dad, I'm fine. Didn't Vizette say this is easy to learn?"

Before that, Wizette had already given a demonstration, explaining all the key points clearly.

With Luna's learning ability, she should find it very easy to learn.

Moreover, Vizet has mastered the staffless, silent levitation spell, which can keep the bicycle balanced and prevent Luna from falling.

Luna understood this too. After giving an "OK" sign, she pushed off forward, and the bicycle slid off.

The next moment, the bicycle suddenly veered sharply, and then the bicycle began to tilt. Her little face immediately tensed up.

Vizet snapped his fingers, and the bicycle returned to its original position, sliding forward a little further.

He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you. Go ahead and step on it!"

Luna's face relaxed, revealing a big smile.

As if she had found the knack and gained confidence, she slammed on the pedal, and the bicycle slid forward a long distance.

In just over ten minutes, even without the levitation spell, she could ride her bicycle around Vizet and Xenophilius.

Nevertheless, Vizette always kept the levitation spell ready to prevent any accidents.

Luna seemed to realize this as well, and even dared to take her hands off the handles and stretch her arms out to the wind.

Vizette looked to the side and asked, "Mr. Lovegood, do you need any help?"

Xenophilius held onto the front of the bike and pushed forward, but the bike tilted to one side, and he immediately braced himself with his feet, looking somewhat disheveled.

"Ahem! This is actually quite simple... I'm almost there!" He coughed a few times and waved his hand.

"Don't bother me, go have some fun! We'll meet at that market in three hours, don't let Luna fall!"

"Understood!" Veze nodded, hopped on his bicycle, and quickly rode to Luna's side.

The meaning of a journey may not lie in the destination; the scenery and people along the way are invaluable.

Stockholm is perfect for tourism right now.

The daylight is like a tireless warrior, always steadfastly guarding the skies above Sweden;

Even if attacked unexpectedly by the cover of night, it can quickly defeat it and regain dominance;

White and warmth are the main colors of the sky, while darkness seems to be just a fleeting, light touch, adorning the sky with a ephemeral melancholy blue hue.

The two rode their bicycles side by side through the city, leisurely traversing streets that were either modern or retro.

When she encounters pebbles, Luna laughs like a wind chime due to the bumpy road, her voice trembling and making it particularly amusing.

When Luna got tired of riding, the two of them got off and, holding their bicycles, moved forward to appreciate the unique features of the city.

Or enjoy the afternoon sun and listen to the tunes of street performers;

Or find a food stall and sample the local delicacies;

Or stand on the riverbank, watching various birds skim across the lake, or fish leap out of the water...

In this almost eternal daylight, Vizet and Luna strolled and played along the way, finally arriving at the Wizarding Market.

Xenophilius seemed to have just arrived; his bicycle had obvious scratches and dents, indicating he had suffered quite a bit.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Vezet, as if signaling something.

Vizette cleared his throat and said in an admiring tone, "Mr. Lovegood, you're so fast! You got here so much earlier than us."

Luna giggled and nodded in agreement, "Daddy rides his bike so fast, much faster than us!"

“Of course!” Xenophilius’s brows relaxed, and he gave a soft hum. “It must have been that brat Vizet who led us astray, otherwise Luna would definitely have been faster than Dad.”

Vizette seized the opportunity to back down, and seeing Luna wink at him, he nodded and replied, "Yes, it was all my fault for leading you the wrong way. I'm really not familiar with this place, after all, it's my first day here."

"Hmm! Good to know." Xenophilius raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "You're a good kid."

Luna noticed the change in Xenophilius's expression, and then burst into another series of cheerful laughter.

To enter Stockholm's wizarding market, you need to pass through a wall piled high with rotten fish.

Inside the walls is a large open-air plaza, with no shops or buildings around it.

Several tall wizards stood at the edge of the square, wands in hand, ready to defend themselves, presumably to maintain order at the market.

The market was bustling with activity, with stalls replacing shops. Wizards sat on the ground, placing their items on linen cloths to set up their stalls.

Several wizards surrounded the stall, commenting on and haggling over the various items on the linen.

This vibrant market made Wizette feel like she had stepped back in time, much like strolling through a night market.

After learning about Vizette's school experience, Xenophilius entrusted Vizette with the important task of selecting local specialties.

He and Vizet had discussed it; all they had to do was purse their lips and put on a mysterious and inscrutable expression.

If Vizette takes a liking to an item, he will give him a hint.

For example, if the item is a great deal, Vizette will use a levitation spell to flick the hair off his head; if he needs to bargain, he will flick the hair at the back of his head.

Xenophius only needed to follow the prompts, pretend to pick up the item and examine it, put on a thoughtful expression, lower his voice, and keep his bargaining as simple as possible.

Seeing that Xenophilius was still a little confused, Vizette touched his nose. "Mr. Lovegood, imagine what Professor Snape looks like... that's pretty much the expression."

Xenophilius suddenly realized, "Oh! I understand now."

Luna found this whole thing hilarious and was really looking forward to their next performance...

Chapter 23 The Wizard's Pleasure Crime

Vizette came to a stall and saw one of his targets: a cage of live Hokrap.

They look like plump pink mushrooms, covered with dark bristles on top, with thick tentacles coiled below, slowly swallowing their food by gripping it with their tentacles.

Vizette squatted down first. "Excuse me, how much is a live Hokrap?"

"A connoisseur indeed!" The vendor first glanced at Vizette, then his gaze swept over Xenophilius and Luna, and grinned.

"Hoklap from Sweden is the best quality! A whole cage like this costs only fifty-five gallons. How about that? Pretty good deal, right?"

Wizette continued, "What is the juice yield?"

The vendor's smile faded slightly. "Looks like a clever little wizard after all; he knows quite a lot!"