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

"Professor Snape! Grind the snake fangs to powder."

"Grind it as finely as possible. Can't you see a single word on the blackboard? Hufflepuff, deduct two points!"

……

After a round of questions, Snape felt much better and turned his attention to Luna.

He paused for a moment after opening his mouth before continuing, "Miss Lovegood, what is the purpose of the boil treatment?"

Luna stood up, her ethereal, clear voice ringing out, "Professor Snape, it can be used to treat various skin diseases."

"Like pustules, measles, boils... Oh, and it can also treat plant diseases; this medicine works very well!"

"Treat plants?" Snape frowned slightly and asked another question.

“Yes!” Luna shared with great interest, “It can be used on powdery mildew and black spot, and the effect is quite good.”

Snape narrowed his eyes. "You've tried it?"

“I’ve tried it!” Luna nodded repeatedly. “Last year, Vizet sent me a bottle, and it worked just as well as the carbendazim I used before.”

Upon hearing Vizet's name, Snape's cheeks puffed out, and his voice deepened.

"That's because you didn't consider the cost. The price of one bottle of boil treatment solution can buy three bottles of carbendazim. Sit down!"

"Thank you, Professor Snape!"

Luna sat back down, and the students around her cast curious glances at her.

So far, she is the only one who has not had points deducted after answering the questions.

"Since it's not mentioned in the textbook, why don't you write it down?" Snape tapped the podium lightly. "Or do you need me to write it down for you?"

The rustling sound of writing gradually faded away, and he tapped the podium again. "Now... work in pairs to prepare the materials. I need you to hand in a finished potion before the end of get out of class!"

Before he could finish speaking, the students had already started moving, and many of them were in a bit of a panic.

The chill in the classroom persisted, and even the students' efforts to light a fire and set up a crucible could not dispel the bone-chilling cold.

Perhaps Luna was the only one unaffected; she hummed a song softly and processed the materials at a leisurely pace.

This optimistic attitude influenced her deskmate, Amyka Miller, who took out a mortar and pestle and began grinding the snake's fangs, her expression becoming increasingly focused.

Amyka Miller was also Luna's roommate. Her skin wasn't as fair as Luna's, and she wore a black headband on her shoulder-length brown hair.

Snape stepped onto the stage at the opportune moment, his arms crossed and his steps quick, his flowing black robe billowing behind him as he surveyed the classroom.

His pace seemed to match the students' heartbeats; whenever he stopped, some students felt their hearts skip a few beats.

"Stir the crucible! Don't you know the medicine is going to burn?"

"Grind your snake fangs! These fangs are still fragments. Are you planning to study them until the end of the year to prepare for your final exams? I can give you a 'T' right now!"

"This tastes like a monstrous monster! Do you know what steaming or boiling means? Why not add water? Do you want to taste the flavor of a dry-fried slug?"

……

Snape's voice was short and cold, and each time he spoke, it was always accompanied by some kind of unexpected event.

He wandered around the classroom and eventually came to Luna and Amyka's wooden table.

The two had finished their preparations, and all the materials had been added. They were now stirring the crucible clockwise.

The potion in the cauldron was a normal color. Snape shifted his gaze to the timekeeping table.

Compared to the normal potion recipe, the contents of the table seemed much stranger. Compared to the correct steps on the blackboard, it appeared messy and disorderly, giving the impression of being done arbitrarily.

In addition, the containers that hold the materials are also arranged around the crucible.

If you connect these containers, you can form a pattern that looks like a constellation.

The decoction for treating boils was still being prepared, and the liquid gradually became clearer, with a small puff of pink smoke billowing out of the crucible.

Amyka lifted the crucible away from the flames.

Luna picked up a handful of porcupine quills and poured them into the cauldron. The porcupine quills quickly melted into tiny specks, which dotted the potion.

She didn't stop, but instead drew a line above the cauldron with her wand, and with her slender fingers, she picked up some snake fang powder and sprinkled it evenly on the surface of the potion.

Another small puff of pink smoke was emitted, and the medicine became even clearer.

Although it didn't reach the level of the potion that Vizet had made, it had already surpassed the other students in the classroom.

Luna stirred the crucible before saying to Amy, "It seems... this is the best we can do."

Amica glanced at Snape furtively and asked cautiously, "Professor Snape... is this alright?"

Snape said very briefly, “Put it in a vial, write the name on it, and send it to the front.”

Amy went to deliver the potion, and Snape scrutinized Luna. "Why didn't you follow the steps on the blackboard?"

“Because I didn’t process the materials well.” Luna’s eyes were a little unfocused, as if she had just escaped her own little world. “Vizet did a much better job than me.”

"So you've resorted to ritual magic?" Snape frowned slightly. "Is this the remedy Vizette told you about?"

Chapter 78 The robes were pure black, which could conceal the blood.

Luna tilted her head, carefully recalling her past experiences.

"I feel like this is similar to potions, like painting... Maybe I'm not good enough at painting right now, but I can make the colors more vibrant."

"So I tried to fix it... Vizette taught me the ritual magic of water spells, and I felt I could use it, so I incorporated it into my work."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Is this your own idea?"

“Yes.” Luna nodded. “I just go with my gut feeling… If I think the color is too light, I add some color to make it look better.”

……

When the bell rang, the students rushed out of the classroom as if their lives depended on it.

Luna leisurely tidied up her textbooks and desk before strolling out of the classroom with Amyka.

Snape watched their shadows lengthen and then disappear, his expression becoming complicated.

This method, relying on intuition...

He had seen it before, back in his student days.

She was a girl with red hair and green eyes, as beautiful as a lily...

A girl who likes to act on her own instincts, enjoys studying ancient magic, and dislikes following the steps of potion brewing, yet manages to earn Slughorn's praise...

Snape's face contorted in pain, his eyes filled with agony.

He suddenly clenched his fist and punched it squarely in the chest.

One blow after another, producing a dull sound.

Fingernails cut through the skin, and fresh blood stained the lines on the palm, soaking the robe.

However, the robes were pure black, which could conceal the blood, so it didn't matter.

Footsteps echoed outside the classroom; it was the sound of Slytherin students returning to their common room.

Snape regained his firm and indifferent gaze, looked at the darkening bloodstains on his palm, and gently pressed his wand against the wound.

A vibrant green light enveloped my palm, healing the wounds on it.

"All the dust and grime have vanished!"

He gently waved his wand, casting his most frequently used cleaning spell to clean the blood clots from his robes and hands.

He picked up a bottle of potion from the basket, which had Luna and Amica's names written on it. "Those two siblings... tsk!"

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Ever since hearing about the history of the Elder Wand, Vizzet has become even more attentive to the course on the history of magic.

Whether or not you'll ever use it, it's never a bad thing to remember a little more.

Although I already have a complete history of magic in my mind, it's never a bad thing to hear the professor recount it again.

This morning was a good start; I not only learned a new magical theory from Sprout—the Rubik's Cube theory.

Furthermore, he had arranged with Professor McGonagall that they could officially begin contacting Animagus on Saturday afternoon.

On the way to the auditorium, Vizet casually made some notes, recording all the shortcomings of the Cleansing Charm Button.

The cleaning charm button was used too infrequently; after only about ten people used it, it reverted to its ladybug form, which is a significant shortcoming.

Finding ways to reduce the volume of the chanting is an area that can be improved upon.

Making the cleaning charm button more versatile is also an area that can be further improved;

The Cleansing Charm has a wide range of uses, but the Cleansing Charm that Vizet fixed to the ladybug's button could only clean itself and could not clean at will, which was not flexible enough.

Just as Vizet was descending the stairs, Fred and George appeared on either side of him, looking at the contents of the notebook and exclaiming in unison, "Hey! Isn't this supposed to be a magical artifact?"

Fred put his arm around Wizette's shoulder. "So, dear materials consultant, do you have any questions? We can definitely help!"

“Absolutely right!” George put his arm around Vizette’s other shoulder. “Want to prolong the duration of the Cleansing Charm? We’re experts at that!”

Vizette's mind raced, and she asked eagerly, "Oh? Do you have any good ideas?"

George said somewhat displeased, "You're being too polite! Do you really need to say 'please' to us? Only Pippi would make Filch say 'please,' we're practically family!"