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

"I have to save him! I have to save him! I can't let that happen again!" Luna encouraged herself, her voice growing stronger. "Yugadimurleviosa!"

Vizette sensed an invisible force around her, which was then blocked by the black membrane of malevolent thoughts.

"If ordinary magic is ineffective, what about adding ancient magical power?"

Using Luna's levitation spell, he quickly adjusted his approach, and a feasible plan was already brewing in his mind—"Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery".

He gathered ancient magical power in his hands and tried to clench his fist to break free from the shackles of the evil black membrane.

Although the binding force of the evil black membrane was strong, it could not stop Vizette's determination.

He tried to clench his fist little by little, and with persistent effort, he finally managed to clench it tightly. Then he raised his entire arm...

"No! I need to think carefully, there's still a way!" Luna had regained her composure and was muttering to herself as she pondered a solution.

Both she and Wizette realized that what they needed most at that moment was calm.

"That magic... that magic that makes people float! I'll succeed this time! My mother mentioned it in her notes... a strong desire!"

Luna raised her cold left hand and pressed it against her face; the coldness of her palm made her calmer.

She kept talking to herself to encourage herself, which coalesced into an ancient magic incantation: "La wei a sa!"

The spell, which had been tried once and shouldn't have worked, now generated a current of air that gently lifted Vizet up.

Even the black membrane of malevolent intent could not block this gentle current of air...

Upon hearing Luna's incantation, Vizette felt a surge of power from behind, which gave him even more strength, and he raised his wand with all his might.

The black membrane of evil thoughts on his arm shattered instantly, and countless fragments of the black membrane of evil thoughts floated in the air before turning into nothingness.

"All filth and impurities vanish!" Vizette calmly uttered a low shout, as a vortex of energy swept over his entire body, dispelling all the evil black membrane covering him.

At the same time, the "Wizard's Guide to Combat" in his mind suddenly flipped open, and new content appeared on the blank pages.

"Primal Power: Obscured State (Beginner)": All evil thoughts are eliminated, returning to the primal state... Casting the "Guardian Meditation"... Releasing a small amount of primal Obscured power...

A flash of lightning seemed to strike Vizette's mind, and her thoughts returned to that colorful world.

He witnessed the process of pure black gas being polluted once again, and finally understood everything.

The reason why Mo Mo Ran has become what it is today is due to the evil curse of that skeletal figure.

When a wizard suppresses his magical talent and is forced to become an Obscurial, he will be implicated by the Obscurials and suffer the effects of the malevolent curse.

Now, with the help of the spherical white light, Vizet has purified the curse of evil, and even if she casts dark magic again, she will no longer be attacked by additional evil thoughts.

Furthermore, with the help of the Guardian Meditation Method, he can also receive the silent assistance.

E.g……

The Primal Power: Oblivion (Beginner)!

Vizette felt the Obscurial Core trembling violently, but it no longer emanated malice, and the binding chains loosened.

Black energy emanated from his body, and his eyes became even deeper, as pure as black crystal.

Countless black wisps swirled around his body, supporting him as he floated in the air.

This feeling made him feel much more comfortable than using a flying broom.

With just a thought, one can turn and soar freely in the air...

However, Vizet did not try. He flew to Luna's side in an instant, stretched out his arm, and placed his palm up.

Luna smiled slightly, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and placed it on his palm.

Their palms were pressed together, both of them covered in a layer of cool sweat.

Vizette felt her ears turning red and her neck feeling hot.

Luna's palms were cooler; when her fingertips touched his wrist, it was like a gentle breeze that took away his inexplicable fever, leaving behind a sense of comfort.

Vizette exhaled and tried to envelop Luna in black mist, wanting her to fly with him in the air.

However, he could only separate a few wisps of black energy from his body, and could not envelop Luna in it.

Luna noticed this too, and asked softly, "How about we get to the ground first?"

“I’d like to try another method…” Vizet said, as he tried to use shapeshifting magic to keep the black mist in front of his toes, forming two footholds.

The moment Luna saw the platform, she didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately jumped forward, landing right on the black energy platform.

The two looked into each other's eyes. Luna was much more relaxed. She looked around curiously, then looked down at the villages that looked like small squares, and let out a chime-like laugh.

"We're like stars in the sky, hanging high above, cautiously watching the ground, aren't we?"

Vizette was indeed very cautious now, holding Luna's hands tightly, not daring to relax for even a moment.

He felt a bit short of breath; after all, the World Tree had disappeared, so it was normal to feel short of breath.

Luna squeezed Vizette's hand, feeling her own hands warm, not only her palms but also her fingertips.

The warmth was like the flames in a fireplace on a winter's day, and her heart seemed to pound wildly in response.

Vizette said somewhat embarrassedly, "We...maybe we'll just have to stand here for now."

"Mmm!" Luna smiled sweetly. "That's good enough. There's a long future ahead, isn't there?"

……

The two returned to the back of the eight-legged divine horse and finally landed on the ground.

Xenophilius rushed over immediately, circling Luna anxiously and asking, "Baby, are you hurt anywhere?"

"Should I take you to the magic hospital? You must tell me if you feel unwell... Did you catch a cold upstairs? Why are your ears so red..."

He flipped his hand over and pressed it against Luna's forehead. "Hmm... I feel okay... I remember Vizet has some invigorating potions, let's drink one on the way back..."

Chapter 40 Newt Scamander's Silent Remains

Vizette took two deep breaths, which helped alleviate the feeling of oxygen deprivation.

He didn't know if he was seeing things, but a wisp of black smoke drifted in front of him.

He subconsciously opened his hand, and the wisp of black energy wagged its little tail, trying to crawl into his palm.

The moment the black energy touched the skin, a white light suddenly appeared, as if sifting through a sieve, driving the black energy to expel evil thoughts, and only then did it truly merge into the palm of the hand.

Newt appeared before Vizzet, his expression slightly strange. "It actually came back to you?"

Vizette looked up at Newt, recalling the earlier question about the Obscurus—whether the relationship between wizards and Obscurus could be understood in the "chicken and egg" analogy.

When Newt was young, he was able to separate Obscurials from Obscurials, which suggests he had a deep understanding of Obscurials.

Perhaps the answers to the questions he pondered could be found in Newt.

Thinking of this, he looked up and greeted, "Mr. Scamander, hello! Excuse me... did you just say that it returned to me?"

“Oh, it’s just a small problem.” Newt shook his head slightly, subtly putting his hand into his pocket.

Vizet did not cancel the Guardian Meditation Technique. He naturally sensed Newt's movement; the hand that reached into his pocket seemed to be holding a glass ball.

“Mr. Scamander, may I ask… was what entered my body just now the Obscurus? I have a strong sense of familiarity with it behind me.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Now that Wizette had brought it up, Newt didn’t want to hide it anymore and nodded, saying, “My purpose in coming to Sweden is not only for tourism but also to investigate the Obscurus.”

Following Newt's words, Wizette said, "We did indeed encounter an Obscurial in this village."

“I came to this island because of the information you left on the wanted poster,” Newt said. “And the Obscurial? Has he escaped? Or…”

“He became a sacrifice.” Vizette added her own speculation. “I suspect he wasn’t even a complete person to begin with…”

"Because I fought him, and he was too unstable... He seemed to be only proficient in the Obscurial's own abilities, similar to extremely powerful shapeshifting magic."

"He can turn all three sharks into humans, bring them to this island, and carry out a revenge mission guided by others, ultimately becoming sacrifices."

"Another sacrifice?" Newt frowned. "There's nothing left?"

Vizette nodded. "He became a sacrifice to the World Tree that just disappeared... or rather, he disappeared completely."

“Mr. Scamander, can an Obscurial be transformed into an Obscurial? I mean… is this process reversible?”

"If a wizard can become an Obscurial by suppressing his magical talent, then can an Obscurial become an Obscurial through some kind of magic?"

"I deduced from that person that the Obscurus can exist independently... but I can't find the answer because I've only seen this one special case."

“That’s a very profound question.” Newt blinked, deep in thought. “I once met a girl in Sudan…”

"The girl was also an Obscurial, and she was only eight years old. I was in Africa searching for venomous unicorns when I happened to encounter the girl who had gone out of control."

"With the help of a local shaman, I successfully separated the Obscurus. Unfortunately, it was too late. The girl was deeply affected by the Obscurus, and I could not save her life."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scamander, I reminded you of something unpleasant," Wizette said apologetically.

“You don’t need to say that. It’s all in the past.” Newt sighed. “Besides, you’re doing well now, so I’m relieved.”

"Hmm?" Vizet murmured, somewhat puzzled.

“Back to our previous topic,” Newt rubbed his nose. “African wizards retain many ancient spellcasting habits and names for various types of magic.”

"For example, they called ritual magic 'sacrifice' or 'ritual,' or they would use gestures to cast spells, and it wasn't until this century that they began to use wands widely..."

"They also have their own names for the Obscurials and the Obscurials. They call the Obscurials 'the curse of hatred' and the Obscurials 'the host of the curse'."

"'The Curse of Resentment' and 'The Host of the Curse'?" Based on the information obtained from "Primal Power: Obscured State (Beginner)," Vizette could be said to have found a match between these two titles.