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

Newt calmed Niffler down and stepped forward to ask, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what are you doing here?"

"Such a magnificent sight, aren't you curious?" Dumbledore smiled slightly. "Besides... the task assigned to me by the Department of Mysteries has been completed."

“I came here because I was tracking down the Obscurials…” Newt pulled out a wanted poster, which happened to be the same wanted poster for Vizzet.

“Tonight I returned to the Swedish Ministry of Magic and was met by a Ministry of Magic employee who delivered this wanted poster, so I came to take a look…” He then took out a glass ball filled with black mist.

The black energy inside the glass sphere pulsed slightly, as if it were very restless. "This can detect traces of Obscurials... The fact that it's pulsating now means that Obscurials do indeed exist here."

Newt looked at Dumbledore, who remained calm, and tentatively asked, "Do you know something?"

"You mean someone's leading us in circles?" Dumbledore shrugged, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "That's all I know."

Newt knew Dumbledore all too well and knew that Dumbledore was definitely hiding something, but he could only sigh, "It seems you know more than I thought..."

"The Swedish Ministry of Magic must be going crazy! All the magic around here has failed, and such a huge wave is bound to attract the attention of Muggles. They don't know how they're going to handle this..."

"Are you really not going to intervene? Can those two children really handle such a huge wave?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard. "While that possibility is unlikely... I would certainly intervene if something unexpected happened."

Newt put away the black glass ball. "You actually have so much faith in him? Well, let's wait and see!"

He stroked his chin, as if realizing something, "I think I understand... how you felt when you asked me to do things back then!"

Dumbledore waved his hand. "I didn't! I didn't!"

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It was already dark in Sweden when the Swedish Prime Minister strode into his office alone. After ordering no one to enter, he opened the safe and took out a short-handed warhammer.

He returned to his desk, swung his warhammer and smashed it onto the surface. Immediately afterward, countless bolts of lightning flashed and converged into a smooth, exquisite mirror.

However, instead of his image, the mirror showed a different office.

He put down the hammer, interlaced his fingers into a fist, and gently tapped it on the table, looking annoyed.

Not long after, the Swedish Minister of Magic appeared on the other side of the mirror, with almost the same irritated expression.

Upon seeing the Swedish Minister of Magic sit down, the Swedish Prime Minister immediately said, "My secretary called me! He told me that the seawater around Stockholm is converging at an alarming rate."

"And the strangest thing is that when they followed the current of the sea, they saw this amazing sight!" He suddenly pulled the mirror and turned it towards the window next to him.

Through the window, you can see the distant ocean waves stretching high into the sky, as well as that incredibly peculiar World Tree.

"Can you explain this to me? Weren't you supposed to be hiding? Why did you make such a commotion? These waves are huge, this is practically a tsunami! What are you planning to do?"

“We are working on it,” the Swedish Minister for Magic said in a deep voice, his face grim. “Remember the attack I mentioned to you a while ago? It’s related to that.”

The Swedish Prime Minister took a deep breath; after venting his emotions, he felt much calmer. "How long will it take to resolve this? If this continues, it'll definitely make the news!"

"You know how fast information spreads these days. If you try to hide it, it won't be so easy! I don't want you wielding your magic wand against my people!"

"I will do my best to ensure that this doesn't happen," the Swedish Minister for Magic nodded. "The Reversal of Accidental Magic Events Task Force and the Auror Office have already been deployed..."

Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from outside the window, and the high waves that had risen into the sky began to pour down in their direction.

The Swedish Prime Minister immediately realized that this was no longer a magical accident, but a tsunami that threatened their survival.

Even if he wasn't a professional in the field, he could imagine the immense economic damage and the number of people killed that would be instantly caused if such a massive wave crashed into Stockholm.

He immediately lunged in front of the mirror and roared viciously, "Where is your damn magic team? Why haven't you solved the problem yet!"

The waves kept crashing forward, and the Swedish Prime Minister felt a chill run down his spine, as if a tsunami was already behind him.

The Swedish Minister for Magic shuddered. "As far as I know, Mr. Dumbledore has arrived on the island. He should be able to handle this..."

Before he could finish speaking, a blinding light burst forth from the window...

Chapter 37 "Thunder"

"Ah!" The Swedish Prime Minister closed his eyes in pain, tears streaming down his face from the sudden burst of bright light. "Damn it! What have you done?"

The Swedish Minister of Magic narrowed his eyes slightly, still feeling somewhat dazed, wondering if he was hallucinating.

He just murmured blankly, "Was that lightning... or the moon? Or... the sun?"

The Swedish Prime Minister finally recovered, and a huge, dazzling ball of light appeared outside the window, constantly spewing plasma outwards.

His voice was filled with disbelief, and he asked hesitantly and tremblingly, "This is magic... to such an extent? Able to create such a scene?"

The Swedish Minister of Magic remained silent; he had never seen anything like it before.

It was during my time studying at Durmstrang that I heard about Gellert Grindelwald—

For example, he cast an incredibly powerful spell that nearly destroyed Père Lachaise Cemetery.

If it weren't for the intervention of several wizards who stopped Gellert Grindelwald's magic in time, there would likely have been a large number of casualties.

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Time goes back to a while ago.

Vizette and Luna rode together on an eight-legged divine horse, heading towards the top of the World Tree.

The eight-legged divine horse carried them, like water being transported upwards through the woody parts, shuttling through the World Tree.

Perhaps this is the only way to reach the World Tree.

Vizette could feel that his perception of his surroundings was suppressed to the minimum, as if he were blind, and all around him was pitch black.

He pondered for a moment, recalling an ancient spell he had once acquired: "Elementary Cultivation Technique".

The purpose of this ancient magic is to enhance one's affinity for magical plants.

He wanted to try to communicate with the World Tree through this affinity and find a way to stop the waves...

Vizette attempted to cast this ancient spell, infusing the World Tree with ancient magical power.

Sure enough, a mist related to the World Tree appeared in his mind, and as he continued to climb upwards, the thick mist was gradually dispelled.

Vizette's consciousness, through the "Elementary Cultivation Technique," sensed that within this towering tree were recorded unspeakable secrets of the past.

Thanks to his previous research on the Devil's Web and the Christmas Claw Orchid, he was able to explore this secret almost without any obstacles through ancient magic.

……

A thunderous rumble echoed around them.

Suddenly, Vizette's consciousness received a different scene, as if she had entered another world.

The pitch-black world became colorful, with all sorts of colors dancing and swirling around him, as if he were in a richly colored oil painting.

The background of the painting is extremely oppressive, with dark black and deep cobalt blue forming a vortex, like a desolate sea that devours all life.

In the center of the Sea of ​​Deathly Silence, a tall figure stood, holding a long spear like a god, surrounded by several wisps of pure black mist that helped him float on the Sea of ​​Deathly Silence.

His tall figure continuously wielded his spear, the tip of which emitted countless bolts of lightning, repelling wave after wave of the desolate sea, painting an endless landscape of gray-purple and verdigris.

Perhaps considering that such waves could not harm its upright form, the silent sea finally stirred and coalesced into a portal.

Where the Sea of ​​Death lies empty, lies a terrifying, pitch-black abyss.

The portal kept disappearing, and a figure resembling a skeleton emerged from it.

The skeletal figure sat atop a throne of bones, its robes tattered and stained with gray, purple, and verdigris.

The skeletal figure roared and pointed, causing the ethereal black mist to tremble. The pure black was tainted by scarlet, and the mist, restless, broke free of its upright form and scattered in all directions.

Just as his upright figure was about to fall into the abyss, he suddenly picked up his spear and pointed it to the sky. In an instant, lightning filled the entire scene, splashing the most extreme white.

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The extreme white faded, and Vizet came to her senses, finding herself at the top of the World Tree.

The eight-legged divine horse did not stop. It seemed to know what Vizet needed to do, moving back and forth at the top of the World Tree, not missing any corner.

Wizette didn't know exactly how high it was, only that from here, you could see Stockholm in the distance and the lights of buildings coming on.

Yet, at such a high altitude, there was no suffocation from lack of oxygen; the howling winds in the distance could only be heard as faint sounds.

Everything here looks so dreamlike, with a faint sense of mist swirling around it.

Every time the eight-legged divine horse stops, it raises specks of dust, either ashes or snowflakes.

The top of the World Tree seemed to be isolated from the outside world, and even the howling wind became faint.

In the distance, the waves rose to the same height as the World Tree and continued to rise, getting closer and closer to it.

Wizette knew that once the waves crashed, it would inevitably trigger a massive tsunami that would engulf Stockholm.

He quickly checked the map in his mind, making sure all the fog was dispelled before pouring all the ancient magical power he could obtain into "The Wizard's Practical Guide".

The notes in his mind suddenly flipped open, allowing him to fully absorb the ancient magical power he had just collected.

The page that had been unable to appear finally revealed new content.

There is no prefix of "ancient magic" or any additional content presented.

This is the briefest introduction of all the pages: "Thunder".

However, through the "Elementary Cultivation Technique," Vizette sensed the vibrant images etched upon the World Tree and understood how to use this magic.

He saw the spear in the distance and immediately raised his wand.

"A spear is flying in!"