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

"Those books are highway robbery! Five Galleons for one book! It's not so bad if it's just one book, but the requirement is to buy seven at once!"

“I never imagined that Gilderoy Lockhart would become one of our professors…” Terry remarked. “You should know about this, right? The Daily Prophet isn’t in short supply.”

Anthony nodded and said, "Of course I know! Gilderoy Lockhart is a graduate of our Ravenclaw, but he wasn't so famous when he graduated."

Michael leaned forward, looking curious. "Oh? When you went to see Mr. Scamander the other day, did you learn something inside?"

“They were just chatting about everyday things, and I happened to overhear them,” Anthony shrugged. “Anyway, they were saying that Gilderoy Lockhart wasn’t that outstanding back in school.”

Chris asked curiously, "Who was the person Mr. Scamander was talking to? How did they know so much about it?"

Anthony replied, "He used to be a Potions professor at Hogwarts, and happened to have taught Gilderoy Lockhart. His name is Horace Slughorn, have you heard of him?"

Vizette nodded. "Horace Slughorn has a wide network of connections. When he was teaching at Hogwarts, he founded the Horace Club."

This is what he learned from Ollivander, who actually had a relationship with Slughorn.

It was only with Slughorn's help that I was able to obtain the junior potion master certificate in such a short time.

“It has to be Wizette!” Anthony gave a thumbs up. “You know the Holyhead Harpy team? Captain Gwenorg Jones is a member of that club.”

"And the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, Barnabas Goughfe, is also a member of the club. There are also club members among the officials in the Ministry of Magic."

Upon hearing these titles, Michael and his companions nodded repeatedly, saying, "In that case, the credibility is extremely high!"

“Then I’ll continue!” Anthony cleared his throat. “Giddy Lockhart set many ambitious goals while he was studying at Hogwarts.”

He counted on his fingers, “like creating the Philosopher’s Stone before graduation, leading the English Quidditch team to victory in the World Cup, becoming the youngest Minister of Magic, and so on.”

Terry was puzzled. "If you're so ambitious, why did you say he wasn't that outstanding?"

“Because his academic performance was just average.” Anthony shrugged. “Slughorn said he misjudged him, not expecting Gilderoy Lockhart to be so outstanding.”

"What impressed Slughorn most about this person was that Gilderoy Lockhart used owls to send him eight hundred Valentine's Day cards at once."

Michael frowned. "Uh... eight hundred owls delivered all at once?"

Anthony nodded. "Yeah, that breakfast is ruined... Many people were just about to open their mouths when they were stopped by feathers and..."

Chris quickly stopped him, saying, "You'd better not say anything more. I'm thinking of buying some pumpkin juice to drink later."

"Anyway, breakfast is canceled..." Anthony scratched his head and coughed twice. "Let's just wait and see! We'll know his teaching level once the schedule comes out!"

“That’s true…” Chris leaned back, completely against the back of his seat. “I’m still optimistic, after all, I’ve written so many amazing books.”

Not long after, accompanied by the whistle of a train, the Hogwarts Express slowly started moving.

Luna looked out the window; the platform was slowly receding, and the entire city of London seemed to be receding as well.

Before I knew it, the view outside the window changed from the city to fields and meadows.

“The grass here is different from the grass at home.” Luna stretched out her slender, jade-like fingers and gently placed them on the window.

Vizette's figure was visible through the window, her fingers resting on the cheek of that figure.

“Once we get to Hogwarts, we’ll send letters home,” Vizette said softly. “I’ll write them with you.”

Luna turned her head and moved a little closer to Vizet, then squinted her eyes like a cat nestled in its blankets.

"Although it's different from the lawn at home, we're actually not far from home."

“Yes, it’s not far.” Vizette smiled slightly. “I’ll be with you.”

“I know…” Luna nodded, then covered her mouth and quietly yawned.

I bought some snacks and that was my lunch.

During that time, many people came over to visit, such as Penelope and Cho Chang, who all came over to say hello.

The bumpy ride of the Hogwarts Express was like a cradle, lulling Luna into a dream without her even realizing it.

Apart from the rumbling of the train tracks, the carriage was quiet. My roommates, who had been laughing and joking around, all fell asleep.

Luna tilted her head and leaned on Vizette's shoulder, the milk bottle slipping from her hand.

Vizette beckoned with her finger, causing the milk bottle to float up and transform into a small pillow.

The pillow was tucked under Luna's neck to prevent her from waking up with a sore neck.

Vizette wasn't sleepy at all; she had a copy of "Walking with Trolls" on her lap and was reading the book page by page.

Compared to proper textbooks, this book, "Walking with Trolls," should be categorized as an adventure story. It contains some knowledge points, but they need to be extracted.

In addition, the quick wit shown in the story is also worth learning from.

When surrounded by enemies, it is even more important to remain calm so that you can come up with an effective countermeasure.

At least that's what Gilderoy Lockhart did in the book.

Despite being surrounded by several giants, he calmly found a way to make them fight amongst themselves, and finally broke through the encirclement, rescuing the giant that had been keeping him company.

He held a pen and tried to distinguish the stories from the knowledge points, then marked the knowledge points and ways of thinking, which was a kind of preview.

Before we knew it, it was already noon. The sound of hurried footsteps lingered in the corridor, never truly stopping.

The footsteps suddenly stopped, followed by the sound of knocking on the cubicle door.

Hermione's voice came from outside the door, "Hello, may I bother you for a moment?"

Michael jolted awake, clutching his neck and groaning, "Ugh... my neck!"

The other roommates behaved similarly, clutching their necks and groaning.

"Hermione?" Michael struggled to pry open the cubicle door and saw a worried Hermione. "What happened?"

Hermione's body heaved as she asked at an alarming pace, "Have you... have you seen Harry and Ron?"

Chapter 64 Ron's Decision

The roommates looked at each other and shook their heads, saying, "We didn't see it..."

Hermione frowned, her voice growing anxious. "That's strange...where did Harry and Ron go?"

“I’ve asked so many people, even Percy, Fred, and George, and they all say they haven’t seen them…”

"Fred and the others didn't see them either?" Vizette asked, somewhat surprised. "Harry was picked up by Mr. Weasley during the summer vacation; they should be together, right?"

Luna woke up at some point, hugged her small pillow to her chest, and listened quietly to the conversation between Vizet and Hermione.

Hermione explained, "They left late today, and they drove to the station, so they almost missed their train by a few minutes."

"Mr. Weasley and the others led Ginny onto the platform first, followed by Percy, Fred, and George..."

“Perhaps Ron and Harry just missed it, right?” Wizette understood Hermione’s meaning. “That should be alright, right? Harry even brought the owl.”

“They might not send letters.” Hermione ruffled her hair, making her already fluffy long hair look even messier, like a frizzy brown ragdoll cat.

"Fred just told me that if they were Ron and Harry, they would drive Mr. Weasley's car away and take advantage of this rare opportunity to enjoy the thrill of flying."

“That’s kind of Fred’s style,” Vizette chuckled. “But Ron probably wouldn’t do that…”

He considered his words carefully before continuing, "At least last time, after he thought about Mr. Weasley's job, he took the initiative to cancel the plan for the flying car."

“Oh! I’ve heard them mention that,” Hermione recalled. “Thank goodness for your reminder, otherwise it would have been too dangerous!”

“So there’s no need to worry too much.” Vizet smiled slightly. “There are Ministry of Magic staff at the train station, so it’s unlikely anything will happen.”

"Actually, if we just wait where we are, Mr. Weasley and the others will help us come up with a solution once they come out."

“That’s true, there are so many ways to do things…” Hermione nodded, looking much more relaxed than before. “I’ll go back and tell Percy and the others not to worry.”

After Hermione left, Luna whispered, "She must care a lot about Ron and Harry."

Vizette touched her earlobe, which was a little itchy. "That's why she was so anxious."

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Rewind to the point where the two rushed toward the wall, but instead of entering Platform 9¾, they crashed directly into the thick wall.

Hedwig the owl fell to the ground along with her cage, flapping her wings and hooting, attracting the attention of the surrounding travelers.

Harry clutched his ribs, panting heavily, and finally managed to stand up.

Faced with questioning looks from other passengers, he could only bite the bullet and explain, "I sold my car..."

After finally packing his luggage, Harry looked up at the clock in the station. As the second hand slowly approached the number twelve, his heart seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ron said somewhat blankly, "We're doomed...we're going to miss the Hogwarts train."

Harry leaned against the partition wall, his face flushed red, trying to squeeze in.

No miracle occurred; the wall seemed to have lost its magic, just a cold pile of bricks, as cold as his heart.

Hedwig the owl was still flapping her wings, the collision had startled her so badly that she hadn't recovered yet.

Several more travelers cast questioning glances, and a guard approached from a distance. Harry moved closer to Ron.

“Ron, shall we go back to the parking spot? Hedwig can’t stay quiet right now, she’ll still attract attention.”

"A car? A vehicle?" Ron's eyes lit up. "We can fly to Hogwarts! We'll use that car!"

"That car can fly?" Harry's eyes widened. "I thought it was just bigger because the seats were magical."

Ron, pulling his luggage, explained as he left the station, "When you were trapped, we were planning to drive over and rescue you..."

“George and the others wanted Vizette to participate as well, but after Vizette asked a few questions, we gave up on the idea and let Dad pick you up.”