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

"Of course... it's not just that. Blood Cursed Beastmen have clearer minds; they're practically animals with human souls hidden inside them. They can perform even more difficult acts..."

“Blood Curse Orcs?” Xenophirus stroked his chin, then looked at Vizet. “This is the first time I’ve heard of… this kind of wizard.”

“I’ve read about the records of the Blood Curse Orcs,” Vizette coughed lightly. “It’s a curse that can be passed down through families, and it’s said to be irreversible or impossible to remove.”

"Although the Blood Curse Orcs can maintain their sanity at first, as they get older, the effects of the curse will increase, eventually turning them into beasts and losing all reason."

"You actually know about Blood Cursed Orcs? What a learned little wizard." Anne Saru had a playful look on her face. "You're absolutely right."

Luna said softly, "They must be in so much pain, and their families must be in so much pain too."

"But I think... they must be trying to make themselves happy, otherwise they wouldn't have started a circus."

Anne Saru's eyes showed a hint of appreciation as she continued, "It was during wartime, and given the unique nature of the Blood Curse Orcs, their lives weren't very good."

"Nevertheless, they hid their pain and showed the positive side, forming a circus to bring a touch of joy to the Swedish magical world shrouded in the shadow of war."

"However, such ostentatious behavior caused unnecessary trouble. At that time, the Wushi Party also had a Blood Curse Orc who assisted the Wushi Party leader in completing many important tasks."

“The wizards who were hostile to the Masonic Party hated him, but they couldn’t do anything to the blood cursed orc... so they set their sights on the circus to vent their anger.”

Xenophilius exclaimed angrily, "What a despicable act!"

Anne Saru gave a cold laugh. "To avoid controversy, these wizards didn't directly target the circus. They simply destroyed the hidden magic around it and then contacted the Muggles."

"At that time, it wasn't just wizards fighting; Muggles were also killing each other. Under the influence of wizards and with fabricated evidence, Muggles sent an army into the island..."

Chapter 28 A Heartbreaking War

Xenophilius swallowed hard. "Such a thing actually exists? Could it be... an unforgivable curse?"

“In times of war, neither the Unforgivable Curse nor other dark magic matters,” Anne Salu said, her tone turning cold.

“As war continues, people’s sense of morality declines. Turmoil often means disorder, which means that they can amplify the evil in their hearts.”

"Those who die on the Muggle battlefield will be used by wizards to turn them into ini and die again on the wizarding battlefield."

“Uh…” Xenophilius cracked his neck and glanced at Luna and Vizet beside him. “Why don’t you two go back to your room first?”

“Let’s get back to the circus, shall we?” Anne Saloo propped herself up on her arms, clasped her hands together under her chin, and softened her tone considerably.

"Those wizards understood the weakness of the Blood Cursed Orcs. Just as the Blood Cursed Orcs transformed into beasts and put on a great show, the Muggle artillery fire came down."

"The wizards, naturally, had no need to be too afraid and cast spells to leave the island. The blood cursed orcs, before they could regain their human form, were overwhelmed by the artillery fire."

Xenophilius asked doubtfully, "They...are all dead?"

“Perhaps they’re all dead?” Anne Saru shook her head. “At least those Blood Curse Orcs shouldn’t be alive.”

"The wizards who returned to the village sought out a more powerful wizard to prevent a similar situation from happening again, and asked him to cast more protective spells."

"Most people choose to forget this matter, while a minority choose to remember it. I happen to be one of those who choose to remember it."

"So that's why you appeared on the lake..." Xenophilius suddenly realized, "What a poignant story, those were terrible times!"

He quickly composed himself and asked, "Would you mind telling me... how many people are in the circus? I'd like more details to enrich the story."

“Let me think…” Anne Saru closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, “I remember there were four people in total, three blood cursed orcs and a child.”

"The performance was mainly performed by three Blood Curse Beastmen, while the child was responsible for receiving the tips... In those days, it was difficult to get into a magic school to learn magic."

"That lovely boy was named Sigurd. Whenever someone threw a coin at his hat, he would smile brightly and say, 'Thank you, sir, and may you be happy and healthy.'"

"They should be a family, and their wild animal forms are all reindeer. In addition, there are many other magical creatures in the performance, such as fire dragons and harpies."

"These aren't anything special; you can see plenty of magical creatures at any regular magic circus. The most unique thing about that circus is the Blood Cursed Orcs..."

……

Back in their room, Vizette and the others were somewhat wistful.

The circus, which was meant to bring laughter, was ultimately destroyed due to a senseless act of vengeance.

Xenophilius read the manuscript twice more, then left the guest room, seemingly wanting to verify something.

Vizette saw the wanted poster on the table again and couldn't help but think of the strange man she had met that afternoon.

Luna sat opposite him and asked softly, "Do you think that person was the one who attacked the Swedish Ministry of Magic?"

Vizette murmured, "I just think we should be careful, after all, the Swedish Ministry of Magic hasn't caught him yet."

“I support your idea.” Luna took out a sketchbook and paintbrushes from her suitcase.

Before long, she drew the scene of her encounter with the man in black robes that afternoon on paper.

"At least it can increase...that tiny bit of credibility."

"Of course!"

Seeing the drawing paper Luna handed him, Vizette made up her mind, filled in the relevant information on the wanted poster, and asked the village owl to help send it away.

……

At the Federot Hotel, Anne Salo and Ominis were still sitting in the lobby, watching Vizette walk out the door.

“Guess what that child went to do?” Anne Saloo asked, looking out the window.

“They must have gone to mail a letter to the Ministry of Magic.” Orminus flicked his wand lightly, picked up his teacup, and took a sip. “Perhaps it’s because we ran into that person this afternoon.”

“He’s probably nearing his limit.” Anne Saloo’s eyes showed helplessness. “Can that kid really succeed? I can hardly believe it, after all, he’s still so young.”

“A guardian with an Obscurus—such an impossible thing has already happened.” Orminus put down his teacup. “I don’t think we should have any doubts.”

“Wasn’t Serena just a fifth-year student back then? Even if you don’t believe in prophecies, you should believe in Serena. That notebook contains secrets unique to the Guardians.”

“Yes, at least we should trust Serena.” Anne Saloo nodded.

Just then, an owl flew past the window.

Orminis raised his wand and waved it gently; a letter appeared in his hand.

Anne Saru took the letter, which contained a completed wanted poster and a drawing. "Omi, you're right, he did send a letter to the Ministry of Magic, suspecting that person."

“But that’s not enough.” Orminis interlaced his fingers, circling his thumb back and forth. “He needs to be even more perceptive, to notice something amiss in the story.”

Anne Saloo asked with great interest, "Do you think he can do it?"

“If the prophecy is correct, then he is the most special guardian… without exception.” Orminus shook his head. “So we can only rely on tomorrow night…”

“I don’t really like exams,” Anne Saloo sighed, “especially exams I’m completely unprepared for.”

"But that's crucial," Ominis said. "He's our hope."

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The next day at noon, Vizette and his group finally left their guest room.

When I arrived in the lobby, Orminis was sitting by the window, blowing on a steaming teacup.

Seemingly noticing the three footsteps, he smiled slightly and said, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"That story is indeed a bit heavy. I hope it won't affect your mood, since you're here as tourists."

Vizette and the others were indeed affected by last night's story; Xenophilius didn't return to his room until midnight.

Vizette spent most of the night searching for information about the Blood Curse Orcs.

……

There is a forest path behind the village that leads directly to the wizard's ruins.

As Vizette and his companions walked along the path, the occasional rustling of small animals and the crackling of broken branches and leaves could be heard around them.

A unique tranquility, belonging to the dense jungle, is immediately apparent.

The trees on the island were exceptionally thick. After rounding a huge rock, one could vaguely see a tall, indistinct building through the gaps between the giant trees...

Chapter 29 The Murals of Odin's Ruins

Vizette instinctively used her Magic Eye and discovered that the place emitted a dazzling silver-blue light, comparable to the hall in the mirror world.

Orminis led the way, while Vizet, wand in hand, brought up the rear, absorbing the ancient magical power of the place and infusing it into the pages of the book.

Upon seeing the tall building, Xenophilius asked breathlessly, "Mr. Orminus, are we almost there?"

Orminis nodded in agreement: “Yes, by passing through those giant trees, we can reach the wizarding ruins left by Odin.”

Luna quickly went to Xenophilius's side and obediently handed him a handkerchief. "Daddy, wipe your sweat!"

"My darling is still the best." Xenophilius was deeply moved and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Just like yesterday, they first searched a large area around the ruins, but still found no trace of the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast.

Putting aside their disappointment, they prepared to enter the wizard ruins.

When Vizet arrived at the open space in front of the palace, his eyes were immediately drawn to the magnificent building.

This palace, once Odin's resting place, has high walls built of rough stone, covered with lush ivy.

Time has given the door frame its mottled appearance, but it has also made the carvings inside more profound and weathered, with ravines outlining the flowing clouds and wind.

The clouds and wind intertwine lightly, seemingly dancing to a certain rhythm, or perhaps writing a character.

Vizette could sense that these carvings were so naturally formed that they were probably not accomplished through conventional means.