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

“Yes,” Newt nodded. “According to them, only wizards who practice demonic magic can attract the attention of the Obscurial.”

"Although the names are different, the views on the cause of the silent events are actually consistent to a certain extent."

"I worked with a local shaman to separate the Obscurial from the Obscurial using an altar. That altar was very old and contained many murals."

"Actually, I painted all the murals, but when I went to New York, they were confiscated by the Magical Congress and I never got them back."

"That's such a shame!" Vizet sighed.

“Now I only remember part of the interpretation of those murals. Let me think…” Newt murmured, resting his chin on his hand as he pondered carefully.

"I recall that there was indeed a description above of the Obscurial becoming an Obscurial. However, this state cannot last long and requires hatred as a driving force."

“Then it will match up!” Vizet replied.

He was also thinking that since the Isaiah Society had existed for so long, it was possible that they had mastered the corresponding reverse transformation.

He reached into his pocket, took out his notebook, and wrote down the information, marking it accordingly, as this information might come in handy in the future.

Seeing Vizet's actions, Newt pursed his lips, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Dumbledore happened to walk by, saw Newt's awkward expression, and said with a grin, "He's a Ravenclaw."

“Oh…” Newt suddenly realized, “That really is very… pure.”

Dumbledore continued, "What are you talking about? I think I just saw..."

“We were talking about my time in Africa,” Newt interrupted Dumbledore.

"Africa?" Dumbledore stroked his beard, his half-moon spectacles seeming to reflect a glint of light. "Vargado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is very interesting..."

"Africa has preserved ancient ritual magic, so its Animagus population is the largest in the world."

“Animagus?” Vizette finished taking notes, immediately looked up, and seemed to have a light in her eyes.

Dumbledore smiled slightly at Vizzett. "I think I've also heard about the murals, and I'm quite interested in them."

"Besides that, I actually need to find another professor. How about we take this opportunity to go to Africa? You can give me some advice..."

Chapter 41 Luna's Ancient Magical Power

"Advisor?" Newt looked at Dumbledore, feeling he should refuse the request.

But when I think of the vast grasslands and those vibrant, magical animals, I just can't bring myself to refuse...

Just as Newt was struggling with his decision, Xenophilius and Luna walked over.

Xenophilius said, "Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Scamander, Luna may have caught a cold, so we'll head back to the hotel to rest."

Dumbledore looked into the distance, where he could vaguely see a few silver hues through the thick clouds.

The nights in Sweden are so short; in about an hour, daylight will return.

He smiled and waved, saying, "Of course, it's getting late, go back and get some rest!"

……

After saying goodbye to Dumbledore and the others, Vizzet and his companions walked along the cobblestone path, accompanied by many other wizards.

They all looked unwell, pale and trembling, clearly from extreme shock.

Upon seeing Vizette and her companions, the wizards rushed forward, took Vizette's hands, and repeatedly expressed their gratitude.

Some of the more emotional wizards even had tears streaming down their faces, as if releasing the fear that had been building up.

Although they had been turned into reindeer, they could still see and naturally understood what Vizet and the others had done.

In any case, without the help of Vizette and the others, no one knows how things would have turned out.

Wizette felt somewhat embarrassed as her hand was grabbed and shaken up and down.

Xenophilius also realized this and took the initiative to stand in front of Vizette and Luna, dealing with their barrage of thanks.

"We're here for tourism..."

"Want to contact us? Here's my business card..."

"Yes...I am the editor-in-chief of 'Singing the Quibbles'..."

“His name is Vizette, we are family…”

"Uh, his appearance? His background is rather complicated and bizarre..."

"Yes, that's true. They've suffered hardships, which is why they're willing to help others..."

As the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler, Xenophilius was able to handle such situations.

"You caught a cold?" Vizette breathed a sigh of relief and asked the question that had been bothering him since earlier, "Is it because you weren't protected by Frigga when you were in the sky?"

“Of course not.” Luna smiled as she saw the anxious look in Vizet’s eyes. “It’s the first time I’ve been in the air like that… I’ve never experienced anything like it before.”

"Yeah, this is my first time experiencing this too." Vizet let out a long sigh of relief.

He then recalled their experience in the air, "You've mastered that magic now?"

"Got it!" Luna suddenly picked up her wand and whispered the spell into the distance, "La ve ah sa!"

A wizard who was about to fall was suddenly caught by a force, preventing him from hitting a protruding pebble on the ground.

"You really mastered it!" Vizette smiled, but there was also a hint of confusion. "Did anything happen while you were up there?"

"I saw something glowing fly towards me," Luna recalled. "Frigga told me it was harmless, so I..."

Her wrist, as smooth and fair as jade, made the mistletoe bracelet on it even more exquisite.

Inside one of the flower stamens on the bracelet, you can see a silver-blue crystal that looks like an ice crystal.

Vizette immediately used her Eye of Magic, and a silver-blue light slowly spread outward from the silver-blue ice crystal.

It is proof of ancient magical power.

Luna smiled radiantly, "Remember? I told you back then that you could teach me other things in the future..."

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After watching Vizzet and the others leave, Dumbledore lowered his voice and asked, "Newt, it seems you're intentionally hiding something from Vizzet?"

Newt countered, "Do you remember what you asked your Patronus to tell me before?"

Through his half-moon spectacles, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "You mean... that Obscurial... is Vizet?"

Newt took the glass ball out of his pocket; it was now empty. "The black aura that remained inside was actually the Obscurus."

“I searched the entire box before I finally managed to collect just this one wisp. When they came down just now, the black mist inside couldn’t wait to return.”

“This shouldn’t be normal,” Dumbledore judged from Newt’s tone. “Otherwise, it should have returned when you first arrived.”

“That’s right!” Newt nodded. “I can feel a joy in it, a most instinctive and pure joy. Something must have happened at the top of the World Tree.”

"I see?" Dumbledore stroked his beard. "I understand now."

Newt asked, "Are you going to go ask?"

"Let nature take its course?"

"You are... Headmaster Dumbledore?"

"Is there a problem? Since it's already back, let it be!"

“I feel like I was born in the wrong era…” Newt said sarcastically, “If I were you now, maybe I wouldn’t have had such a… legendary experience.”

“He may have a lot to shoulder in the future…” Dumbledore narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t I mention to you before that I was going to travel to Africa? How about it? Interested?”

“Do you really want to go there?” Newt scrutinized Dumbledore. “Is it for the Animagus? Or for the murals… or something else?”

"Isn't it natural to appreciate the scenery and broaden one's horizons while traveling?" Dumbledore countered. "These are merely incidental! Are you going?"

Newt was a little conflicted. "But the magical creatures in Africa are all quite lively, and Tina probably doesn't want me to take any risks... after all, she's getting on in years."

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, his expression cunning like a fox. "What if I were to provide protection throughout? I would need an experienced guide."

"You'll be my bodyguard the whole time?" Newt stroked his chin. "Can I see any magical creature I want? Whether it's a venomous horned beast, a nibblea, or a succubus?"

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Of course! I'm just a traveler, and I'll follow the guide's instructions in everything except for the murals."

Newt continued, "You're not planning to find a new professor?"

“Like I said before, I can consult with you!” Dumbledore smiled slightly. “Would you like to consider it?”

"Alright! For the sake of magical creatures!" Newt sighed, sounding somewhat like he was willing to "go to the rescue."

Twisting vortexes kept appearing around, from which Swedish Ministry of Magic employees emerged one after another.

A yawn came from behind Dumbledore, and Bjorn of the Department of Mysteries also woke up.

“Newt, it seems we need to clean up things up here before we go to Africa…”

Chapter 42 He will directly confront the Lord.

Stockholm harbor, on the back of the Purple Horned Beast, the Lord of the Sea.

The two men, wearing sunglasses, watched as the colossal lightning bolt annihilated the towering ocean waves.

Serena Pendragon couldn't help but marvel: "The lightning magic that Vizet used feels much more powerful than my ancient magic!"