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

His eyes held a hint of reminiscence as he said to the three middle-aged men, "Don't worry! They will all be punished! Don't worry!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the reindeer began to convulse, and a faint crimson light appeared on their bodies.

However, there were many reindeer on the stage, and although the blood-red light was extremely faint, it could still be gathered into a scarlet sphere.

Faced with this sight, Vizette immediately deduced that the life force of these reindeer, transformed from wizards, was constantly draining away, converging into that scarlet orb of light.

The sphere of light kept rotating, seemingly transforming into a vortex, and its rate of absorbing life force was also increasing.

The reindeer that the wizards had transformed into convulsed violently, their fur lost its luster, and their bodies began to shrivel.

The circus ringmaster, holding a cane, coughed while displaying an excited expression, constantly cursing the reindeer that were behaving like they were having an epileptic seizure.

"You're the ones who killed them! Now I'll make you pay! This place will pay the price!"

"This country will pay the price! You are all sinners! Trash! You will all die!"

Xenophilius looked puzzled upon hearing the circus ringmaster's words: "Why would he say that?"

"Could he be that child... Sigurd? But that's not right... wasn't he already..."

Before Xenophilius could finish speaking, the circus ringmaster trembled and looked at Xenophilius, interrupting, "How do you know my name?"

At the same moment, however, Vizette and Luna shook their heads simultaneously, as if answering Xenophilius's question, "No, he could never be Sigurd!"

The circus ringmaster's expression changed, and he spat out another mouthful of blood, mixed with black smoke. "How dare you say I'm not him! You have no idea what I went through!"

"Cowards on this island! They turned their backs on us, the ones who brought them joy! If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be in this mess now!"

"What a wonderful family we used to be! How many wizards we brought together! Do you know? You know nothing!"

"You don't know that my family is my treasure! They've destroyed my treasure! I have nothing left!"

"I don't know who you are, but you are definitely not Sigurd!" Luna's tone was exceptionally serious, even carrying a hint of anger.

“Your family members are in great pain, but you don’t see it. You just ask them to support you and look worried about you.”

“Real family wouldn’t act like this!” Vizette understood why Luna was angry, stepped forward, and stood beside her. “I don’t see any appreciation from you for them!”

“You only tell them what to do, and everything else is just talk, even the so-called revenge is the same... I don’t think the real Sigurd would do such a thing.”

Vizette and Luna's words caused the circus ringmaster to cough several times and spit out several mouthfuls of blood, the black aura in the blood seeming to grow even thicker.

Vizette even had a feeling that if he continued talking to Luna, perhaps... the circus ringmaster would cough up blood and die.

The circus ringmaster, panting heavily, gripped his cane tightly. "I know them well! Look at them! I cherish them!"

“You’re a liar!” The three clowns nodded. “He’s Sigurd, the one who cares about us the most!”

"Did you hear that?" The circus ringmaster smiled with satisfaction. "I know! You're denying the island's fault! You're accomplices too! You're just as despicable!"

He swung his cane forward, and the three clowns transformed into sharks, rapidly swinging their tails in the air and charging towards the three with their gaping maws open.

Wizette saw the three sharks so submissive, and the circus ringmaster coughing up blood accompanied by black smoke...

Combining this with Momo Ran's various characteristics, I had some guesses in my mind.

Without the slightest hesitation, he put it into practice, raising his wand sharply, and ancient magical power surged forth.

Ancient Magic: Purification Spell

He drew a smooth "S" shape in the air and shouted, "Dust and grime, all gone!"

A cyclone emerged from beneath one of the sharks, rapidly enveloping all three sharks and clearing away a cloud of deep black mist.

After the black mist was expelled, the shark could no longer move in the air and plummeted straight to the ground, struggling painfully once again.

“It really is Obscurus! Headmaster Dumbledore told me that this is its other extreme, extremely malleable!” Vizet suddenly flicked his wand, and the black mist dissipated in the air.

“You could be the criminal who attacked the Swedish Ministry of Magic, or you could be the ringmaster of this circus, but you could never be Sigurd.”

"I am him!" the circus ringmaster continued, like an obsessive fanatic whose theories were difficult to refute.

"You know everything about his past?" Vizette frowned. "Then what do you say when you ask for tips?"

The circus ringmaster hesitated, "What else can I say... of course, thank you!"

Vizette continued, "You won't say... 'Thank you, sir, and best wishes for your health and happiness'?"

"Isn't that just thanking them?" the circus ringmaster said, his tone incredibly irritated.

Vizette calmly replied, "I was just saying that casually... Perhaps your experiences are just a series of lies and stories."

“Isn’t Sigurd already dead?” Xenophius suddenly said. “I asked the other wizards last night…”

"They said that the original circus members have all been buried by them, and they will always repent for what they did."

These words had a decisive effect, and the circus ringmaster seemed to have been hit where it hurt: "You're lying! Don't think you can save them with just a few words!"

Enraged, he gripped his cane tightly and slammed it against the ground.

The crimson orb began to spin violently, and the reindeer became even more emaciated, like lizards dried in the desert, almost losing their last trace of life.

Depriving someone of life force is a very common method of curses.

During her time studying with Professor Quirrell, Vizette accumulated a considerable amount of knowledge about curses.

Besides the corresponding counter-curse, he also has a convenient and quick way to break this curse.

Vizette raised her wand again, drawing a smooth "S" shape in the air, "Dust gone!"

A vortex suddenly rose from the bottom of the crimson sphere, and with a single strike, it directly shattered the crimson sphere.

Life force returned to the reindeer's bodies, and their bodies, like inflated balloons, finally returned to normal...

Chapter 33 World Tree

After this repeated process, the reindeer all closed their eyes and fell into a coma, lying there motionless, with only their chests and abdomens still rising and falling.

The Purification and Cleansing Spell drew out another wisp of black energy, which was no different from the black energy that had just been stripped away.

"What exactly are you? A pure Obscurus?" Vizette asked, puzzled. "Why is all your magic based on Obscurus?"

"Such seemingly stable...yet incredibly fragile control? What exactly do you rely on to unleash this power..."

The circus ringmaster in front of me is shrouded in mystery, and seems worthy of careful study.

Vizette's mind raced, her gaze shifting to the circus ringmaster's hands. "Could it be that cane?"

The crimson orb disintegrated, and the circus ringmaster coughed violently again. It wasn't just a matter of spitting out a mouthful of blood; blood and black mist seemed to be flowing from his face.

His face was as pale as paper, and he looked so haggard that he seemed about to die at any moment.

"I won't let you stop me..." The circus ringmaster gasped for breath, clutching his cane tightly as if trying to bury it in his chest.

His body swayed violently, and without chanting any incantations or performing any spellcasting, a jet of plasma the size of a bowl shot out from his cane...

The plasma was incredibly bright and powerful, erupting with a thunderous roar as it struck Vizette directly in the face.

Ancient Magic: Instant Shield

Just as the plasma was about to hit, Vizet swiftly raised his wand, and a magical barrier emerged from his body, effortlessly blocking the plasma.

"Lawei asa!"

He retaliated swiftly, casting an Ancient Magic spell: Levitation, which choked the circus ringmaster and lifted him high into the air.

The circus ringmaster struggled, and even his cane accidentally fell, piercing straight into the ground and emitting a burst of light.

Wizette frowned. He really hadn't expected that a wizard who could break into the Swedish Ministry of Magic would be so weak.

It seems that apart from being able to freely cast shapeshifting magic, he is extremely unskilled in using other types of magic.

It's like someone who hasn't received formal training and only relies on talent to master a small amount of magic.

The circus ringmaster desperately tried to break free from the magical restraints, but the more he struggled, the more blood he coughed up, and he exuded a sense of desolation.

Until countless black wisps emerged from his face, instantly turning into a cloud of black mist.

It is silent.

Momo Ran flickered in mid-air, vaguely coalescing into a human shape, but then dispersed again, returning to its Momo Ran state.

Seeing such a bizarre change, Vizet suddenly had a bold conjecture—since wizards can create Obscurians, can Obscurians also create wizards?

He had a vague feeling that if he could figure this out, he might be able to truly control the Obscurity through his own efforts...

It can even go further and gain a deeper understanding of the soul from a silent perspective!

Before he could think it through, a bright light burst forth from the spot where the cane was, illuminating the entire cyclone pattern and instantly forming a huge vortex.

The vortex's target was very clear: to completely absorb the Momo floating high in the sky.

Almost instantly, the island was swallowed up, and the entire island began to shake violently.

In the instant they were silently swallowed, the reindeer finally awoke and returned to human form.

They panicked and ran to the side, getting as far away from the stage as possible.

A vibrant green sprout emerged from the center of the cyclone pattern, as if what had just been sucked in was not a silent plant, but a seed brimming with vitality.

The tender shoots may seem delicate, but they possess the strength to push aside the cane, which then wobbles and falls to the side.

The tender buds quickly grew into saplings, and soon transformed into tall trees, stretching out countless branches.

The branches not only supported the cane, but also the struggling sharks, puncturing the circus tent.