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

Oh, right! Once you finish reading this letter, the way to that secret room will also appear...

Serena Pendragon, who wants to retire but doesn't want to be bored

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When Vizet saw the final signature, the letter in his hand burst into flames and turned to ashes.

Sure enough, after the letter completely disappeared, a route map appeared in his mind, showing how to get to the Guardian's Chamber.

The previous guardian seemed to have revealed many secrets, but these secrets were all incomplete and their deeper meanings were difficult to guess, just like riddles.

“A riddle teller…” Vizette rubbed her temples. “All of it is cryptic and ambiguous…”

Chapter 35 Eight-Legged God Horse Sleipnir

From this letter, Wizette obtained several key pieces of information.

First of all, the history of Obscurus, this dark magic power, must be extremely long, otherwise it would not have been called "the primordial power" in the prophecies of the Isaiah.

Secondly, the Isaiah Church, for some purpose, constantly pushed wizards to hide themselves, making them increasingly closed off;

Wizette even reasonably suspected that Gellert Grindelwald's actions against the pure-blood families were a strategy to counter the Isaiah Society.

Finally, the previous Guardian, Serena Pendragon, was in cooperation with Gellert Grindelwald in order to facilitate something.

Both "The Wizarding Guide" and the wand that gave him the Eye of Magic were provided by Serena Pendragon.

The incident involving Ollivander was something Dumbledore kept from him; it was actually an operation targeting him.

This matter involving Dumbledore, the Swedish Ministry of Magic, the former Guardian, and the goatee-bearded mastermind is a result of the prophecy mentioned in the letter;

And that circus ringmaster who has already been devoured... was a puppet from beginning to end, a tool used to advance the prophecy;

The Isaiah Society, which clashed with the former Guardians, must have a very mysterious origin and instigated Muggles and goblins to persecute wizards.

After this kind of reflection, the circus ringmaster's actions can be quite explained...

Vizette shook his head. How could he possibly live a carefree life after suddenly learning about such a mysterious organization?

Just then, a huge sound suddenly came from above. It turned out that the waves were rising higher and higher, gradually blotting out the sky.

“They say…you can solve this problem too.” Dumbledore glanced at the rising waves. “Is that so?”

“I need to get above the clouds.” Vezel nodded and looked at Fox beside him. “Fox, could you please take me up there?”

Fox lowered his head and shook it, looking somewhat dejected.

“Vizet, it contains magical powers that we cannot use.” Dumbledore stroked Fawkes’s feathers. “You should know what I mean.”

"This magical power is too concentrated and will cause all sorts of interference... In fact, Fox can fly up on his own, but he cannot use magic to take you up."

Hearing their conversation, Luna walked over. "Are you going to the clouds?"

She opened her backpack, and the long horn belonging to the Curved-Horned Snoring Beast was now glowing.

The ruby-like horns seemed to breathe, shimmering with a bright red light.

Luna's eyes were gentle as water as she held the long horn above her head.

A crimson light bathed her fair hands, and her long horns rippled like stones falling into a lake, creating rings of light.

Luna opened her eyes wide, gazing at the magnificent halo, her eyes filled with anticipation.

The halo of light from the long horns spread outwards, and a sound suddenly came from the direction where the World Tree was located.

It was a sound like an egg cracking open, subtle yet deeply moving.

Vizette looked in the direction of the sound and saw a crack appear at the base of the World Tree, from which a tall, magnificent horse strolled out.

The horse's body was translucent, as if carved from a ruby; its hooves were like sapphires; and its tail was a golden-green tassel.

Its eyes shone like diamonds, it had a long, rhinoceros horn-shaped horn on its forehead, and its whole body was shrouded in a light silver luster.

The horse's movements were extremely elegant; it simply lifted its hoof slightly forward and then put it down, and in the blink of an eye, it had moved a distance.

It was only then that Vizet noticed that around the horse's four hooves were the phantom images of four hooves.

As the horse moves, its four phantom hooves flash red, as if casting some kind of magic.

Newt's voice rang out, "Glaring? Or Sleipnir? This magical creature... isn't just a legend?"

As the World Tree fully matured, the surrounding magical energy field dissipated.

Newt unleashed a physical prowess beyond his years, displaying the speed of a sprinter, and swiftly charged to the horse, a captivated smile spreading across his face.

“Merlin’s beard! It’s so beautiful…” He put down the box, raised his hands, stood in front of the horse, and asked softly, “May I… touch you?”

The horse snorted, still holding its head high and chest out, seemingly oblivious to Newt's words.

Newt sighed with slight regret. He respected magical creatures, and without receiving a response from the horse, he naturally wouldn't take any further action.

Just then, a small animal jumped out of his box.

The little animal has fluffy black fur that is glossy and shiny, indicating that it has been well cared for.

It has a long snout, like a combination of an echidna and a platypus, and its round head is very cute.

The moment Vizet saw the little creature, she recognized it as the magical Niffler, who was incredibly enthusiastic about anything that glittered.

When Sniff saw the horse's golden-green tail, its attention immediately focused, and it eagerly lunged forward, trying to grab the shimmering tail.

However, before it could even touch the pony's tail, the misty silver light burst into lightning, instantly repelling the Niffler.

Newt expertly reached out and pulled Niffler into his arms, saying with a hint of helplessness, "You're all like this!"

“Being able to unleash lightning…that’s not Glaling’s ability.” He continued to examine the steed. “Glaring is gray, while according to records, the eight-legged divine horse is red…”

"Sleipnir is still around?" He scratched the Niffler's head, wisps of gray smoke rising from its fur. "Luckily it's gentle, or you'd be in danger!"

The eight-legged divine horse came before Luna, looking down at her as if scrutinizing and contemplating something.

Luna lowered her hands, holding the long horn in front of her, and asked leisurely, "Are you called Sleipnir? Or Curved-Horned Snoring Beast? Or... would you like me to give you a name?"

The eight-legged divine horse turned its head, revealing a complex expression in its eyes that shone like diamonds.

Luna also turned her head to the side, keeping her eyes fixed on the eight-legged horse.

She pulled the long horns into her arms, stood on tiptoe, and tried to touch the face of the eight-legged horse.

Vizette quickly stepped forward and reached out to hold Luna's hand.

Having just witnessed the lightning of the eight-legged divine horse, he was naturally worried that Luna might get hurt.

Luna turned to look at him, shook her head slightly, and said, "I think... it's fine, it won't hurt me."

Seeing Luna's smiling face, Vizette did not continue to stop her. She took out a parchment from her pocket and transformed it into steps.

"Thank you." Luna smiled slightly, stepped onto the stairs, and reached out her hand, getting closer and closer to the face of the eight-legged horse.

Vizette felt a sudden tightness in her chest, ready to catch Luna at any moment and prevent her from getting hurt.

Luna's fingertips touched the eight-legged steed, but no dazzling lightning struck her.

On the contrary, the eight-legged divine horse trembled slightly as if it had been electrocuted, and a tear slid down its bright eyes.

Tears fell to the ground and transformed into a sprig of mistletoe.

The mistletoe transformed into specks of light, circled Luna once, then changed direction, bypassed Vizette, and disappeared into thin air...

Chapter 36 Mistletoe Bracelet

With the help of Longhorn, Luna had a long conversation with the Eight-Legged Divine Horse by touching it.

“No one has ever remembered you. You must have been lonely for a long time!” Luna stroked the eight-legged horse’s cheek. “Can I call you ‘Frigga’ from now on? I can be your friend.”

The eight-legged divine horse neighed and nodded, its voice like rolling thunder.

It looked up at the sky, where the waves were rising higher and higher, almost reaching the crown of the World Tree, that magical cloud.

After being named Frigga by Luna, the eight-legged horse lowered its head, its horns touching the horns in Luna's arms...

The long horn in Luna's arms instantly transformed into a stream of light, hovered in the air once, and then turned into a string of mistletoe bracelets, appearing on Luna's wrist.

The mistletoe bracelet flashed red light, sending Luna onto the back of the eight-legged divine horse.

“Vizet, we should go!” Luna sat sideways on his back, reaching out her hand to pull Vizet up.

The eight-legged divine horse stamped its hoof, and a string of mistletoe bracelets appeared on Vizette's wrist.

The bracelet conveyed a warm feeling, but in the blink of an eye, he was sitting on the back of the eight-legged horse.

As the two were ready and the eight-legged steed was about to take off, Xenophirus stepped forward, his eyes revealing a hint of anticipation, as if to say, "What about me?"

The eight-legged divine horse shook its head and appeared behind Xenophius in the blink of an eye, then instantly arrived at the roots of the World Tree.

Vizette and Luna turned around at the same time, as if they wanted to shout something, but before they could utter a sound, they merged into the World Tree and disappeared.

On Xenophius's wrist, a string of nettles appeared.

There was a hint of melancholy in his eyes as he sighed deeply, "I was clearly the first one to get the horn... and I was the one who put the horn into my treasure's backpack..."

Dumbledore stepped forward with a smile and comforted her, "Perhaps it's full? Or maybe they care about you and don't want you to take any risks?"

“That’s probably it!” Xenophirus nodded, looking at the roots of the World Tree. “I never expected… to encounter something like this…”