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

“Being your professor must be a very pleasant thing,” Ollivander said with a smile. “You’re right, all of this is because of the Elder Wand.”

"Just as you said, the appearance, glory, and disappearance of the Elder Wand are always accompanied by killing and death, and you can't even trust your closest relatives!"

“There was once a father and son. After the father, Godrow, obtained the Elder Wand, he was killed by his son, Hereward, in the basement. Perhaps... you also know the name Godrow?”

"According to the History of Magic," Vizette said, "Godlot was a very powerful dark wizard who also left behind a book called The Poison Magic."

"That book records a lot of black magic, and many of the black magic spells have extremely ancient origins, which have made a lot of contributions to later magic research."

He suddenly realized, "Wait! Ancient dark magic... Could this dark magic come from the Elder Wand? Could it remember these dark spells?"

Ollivander nodded in affirmation, "Isn't it amazing? A wand truly worthy of being passed down through generations! A wand powerful enough to be fought over by countless powerful dark wizards!"

"As a wand maker, of course I want to create such a wand! Of course... I don't want it to become an excuse for killing, I only hope it can provide experience for those who come after."

"The past holds too many secrets, perhaps like that old wand and that roll of leather, they come from an era before humanity was born, a tool made by the gods..."

……

Ollivander still has a long way to go before he can bring to life the inspiration he draws from leather.

He didn't stop instructing Vizette. After completing the potion-making part of his instruction, he moved directly to the next step in making the wand—carving the wooden core and leaving a groove for embedding it.

Carving the core of wood requires the use of a cutting charm. Vizet had already used a similar technique during Snape's private lessons, so she didn't find it difficult to use it now.

This wand is paired with unicorn tail hair, which is the simplest of the three carving options. You only need to determine the length and then carve out straight lines.

He carefully cast the levitation spell, embedding the unicorn tail hair into it, and then showed it to Ollivander. "Mr. Ollivander, is this what you call satisfactory?"

Ollivander squinted slightly, staring at the perfectly fitting groove, and couldn't help but pause in surprise.

The carving speed was even faster than he had imagined.

He still remembers the first time he finished carving. It took him a whole day.

After all, for beginners, this carving process requires the use of a cutting spell, which is not easy to control and can easily cut through the magical wood.

As for the time it took for Vizet... whether it was ten minutes or twenty minutes, he hadn't even planned to check the time, and it was already over.

“Mr. Ollivander, is there anything that needs improvement?” Vizet asked in a low voice.

"I haven't quite figured out the texture of this magical wood yet, and my technique is indeed not skilled enough, so it took me a while."

“Uh…” Ollivander chuckled. “Vizet, you did a great job! By the way! I’ve already taken care of what you mentioned to me last time!”

Vizette accepted a purple certificate bearing his name, certification as a junior potion master, and a Ministry of Magic stamp.

He hadn't expected that just mentioning it would lead to him receiving the corresponding beginner potion master certificate from Ollivander so quickly.

Ollivander smiled kindly, "I showed them the active ingredient you prepared, so I omitted some unnecessary steps. If you encounter any difficulties later, you can talk to me."

"I can't guarantee the wider area, but at least within Europe, my status as a 'stick-wielder' will still be quite useful, so don't hold back!"

Chapter 62 The Outgoing Colin Creevey

Before we knew it, it was September 1st, the first day of the new school year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

To avoid any accidents, Wizette and his group made sure to arrive at King's Cross Station an hour early, before the departure time.

They also helped a freshman cross Platform 9 and Platform 10 together to enter Station 9¾.

"That's amazing! It just went through the wall like that? What if it got stuck halfway through? Would its butt be left sticking out?"

"Wow! This is a steam train! It looks so old! But why does it look brand new? And it doesn't have any strange smell at all!"

The new students were amazed, their eyes wide, and they frantically took photos with their Polaroid cameras before disappearing into the surging crowd.

Xenophilius accompanied Luna for a while longer, giving her a long, rambling lecture about how to make sure she got enough rest, to be happy, and never to go hungry...

In fact, Xenophilius started repeating these words yesterday afternoon, though the order of the repetition would occasionally change.

“If you have time, you can write to your father. If you’re too tired to write, you can ask Wizette to write for you. He sent back a lot of letters last year…”

"Dad, I know!" Luna smiled and nodded repeatedly. "I'll definitely write you a letter myself! Dad, take good care of yourself too..."

A short while later, the freshman ran back.

He said breathlessly, "I've finally found you! You helped me so much just now, let me take a picture of you!"

As the new student snapped away with his Polaroid camera, he introduced himself, "My name is Colin, Colin Crevey."

Vizette and the others then introduced themselves.

Seeing the Polaroid camera in Colin's hand, Vizette suddenly had an idea. "Mr. Lovegood, once I've made the developing solution, I'll send you another magic photo!"

He doesn't usually take photos, but seeing Xenophius's reluctant expression reminded him of it.

"That's wonderful!" Xenophilius nodded subconsciously, a touch of emotion creeping in. "You're a potion master now! And it's only been a year..."

He patted Vizet on the shoulder. "I should go now. Remember to take good care of Luna. I'll handle the potions at home, and I'll open a vault for you in Gringotts later."

After saying this, he hugged Luna for a while before disappearing into the crowd, looking back every few steps.

Colin followed behind Wizette, wanting to take a Polaroid photo of everything they encountered, whether it was a flying broom, an owl, or any other pet.

He was a natural at making friends and followed Vizette and Luna into a carriage.

"The magical world is amazing! Before receiving my acceptance letter, I had no idea that all those strange things that happened were caused by magic!"

“My dad delivers milk, so he can't come to deliver it to me. I had to come by myself. But I promised him I would take pictures of all of this and send them to him!”

“Vizet, what is the developing potion you mentioned earlier...? Does ‘magic photograph’ refer to those moving photographs in wizarding newspapers?”

Vizette explained simply, "Yes, there's a kind of potion that can make photos move."

"When the time comes, can you help me animate these photos too?" Colin jumped up excitedly, his neck turning bright red.

He took out two bottles of milk from his satchel, then found a small compartment in the bag and rummaged through it several times before finally pulling out a copper nat and a few silver shicos.

"Here you go. I know potions aren't cheap; my dad told me! And this milk too..."

“This was given to me by my dad. He said if I make friends, I should drink with them. Would you... accept it?”

Vizette only accepted the milk, but proposed another option: she hoped to occasionally borrow the Polaroid camera to take some photos of Luna's life, develop them with developing chemicals, and then send them to Xenophilius.

This should make Xenophius much happier.

Colin, a restless man, soon slung his satchel over his shoulder and wandered around the train corridor, trying to find traces of Harry Potter.

Wizette used her home-life magic to slowly heat up the milk in her hands.

The Hogwarts Express carriages were also busy, with Vizet's roommate flashing past in the corridor.

“Where did Wizette go? He went to Sweden too, he must know about that, that towering tree…”

Not long after, they returned and went into the carriage.

Michael, with his dark hair, was the first to enter. He waved and greeted her, "Hello, Luna! I'm Vizette's roommate, my name is Michael Conner."

Luna waved back, "Hello, Mr. Kona!"

“Just call me Michael.” Michael plopped down, right next to Vizet. “Although this is our first meeting, I already knew about you when school started.”

Luna blinked. "Is that so? Because of those letters?"

“Something even more important than homework!” Anthony was the second to enter the carriage. “Luna, you have no idea, he doesn’t put this much effort into the assignments the professors give us!”

Vizette touched her nose, coughed lightly, and corrected, "I've always put my heart into it."

Terry walked in too. "I can vouch for you! Vizet has always been very dedicated. Anthony is just talking nonsense! My name is Terry Boot, you can just call me Terry!"

"I suggest you don't tell Anthony afterwards, and instead find that reference book to write your paper." Chris finally stepped into the carriage. "Hello Luna, my name is Chris."

Luna waved repeatedly, greeting her roommates.

With so many people in the carriage, the seats suddenly became crowded.

Vizette, holding the milk in her hand, squeezed it towards Luna.

Their arms touched, and they could feel the warmth emanating from each other.

Vizette handed Luna the warm milk and asked softly, "Does it feel too tight?"

Luna shook her head gently, took a small sip, and said, "No, it's warm."

“Michael, move over a bit!” Terry reminded Vizet after hearing his words. “You’re taking up most of the seat.”

“You don’t understand at all…” Michael chuckled. “Vizet, remember this! Terry told me to move it.”

He shifted to the side, pressing his body against the other side of the seat, and asked again, "Regarding that matter from before, is the big tree in Sweden real?"

“Why would I lie to you?” Anthony raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. “I just forgot to buy the newspaper over there. It’s definitely true!”

Vizette moved a little to the side to make Luna more comfortable, confirming the matter, "It's at the wizarding ruins near Stockholm, I can testify."

Chapter 63 Anecdotes about Gilderoy Lockhart

“Right!” Anthony tilted his head back, glancing at Michael out of the corner of his eye. “Why would I lie to you? It’s a pity I forgot to buy the newspaper earlier; that issue was a huge hit!”

"It is said that the matter was not so simple. On the small island where the big tree appeared, a wizard's ruins disappeared and were replaced by a spring in the River of Oblivion."

Chris asked doubtfully, "Sweden also has a River of Oblivion? Then the price of the River of Oblivion water should be cheaper in the future, right?"

Michael frowned and said, "The water of the River of Oblivion isn't that expensive, at least I think... it's not as expensive as Gilderoy Lockhart's books."