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

Vizette tapped the door lock lightly, and with a click, the library door slowly opened.

He strode out the door and cast another spell on the lock, "Restored to its original state!"

Another "click" sound, and the door lock was locked again.

This was a little trick he learned from the commentary on the Book of Spells, and it just so happened to come in handy.

Just then, cheerful laughter suddenly came from the other side; it was the Weasley twins' voices.

"Joe... ptooey! Marcus, run that way!"

"No problem! My dearest Delian!"

"Meow!"

A sharp meow rang out, followed by slightly chaotic footsteps.

Filch's furious voice rang out, "Staying up in the middle of the night! I'm going to catch you all! I'll put you in solitary confinement!"

Vizet bumped into Fred, who asked in surprise, "Vizet... what are you doing here?"

Before Wizette could answer, Fred immediately grinned mischievously, "Oh! Good news! As expected of our dear materials consultant!"

"Meow!"

Mrs. Lorris's calls grew closer.

"No... If you get arrested too, it won't be easy to get you to testify and prove our innocence later!"

Fred's eyes darted around, and he suddenly changed direction again, intending to go back the way he came. "You better hide quickly, and when Filch catches me, you can sneak away!"

Before Vizet could speak, he winked and ran off, placing his hand on his forehead and flicking it away as a farewell, "Bye-bye!"

"Meow!"

"Wow! It's been two years, and this cat is still as energetic as ever!"

Fred and Mrs. Lorris appeared to be locked in a struggle, and as Filch's footsteps drew closer, the sounds from the nearby corridor grew increasingly chaotic.

Although George and Fred enjoyed playing pranks, they were rarely actually caught or penalized, which is why they were popular with most Gryffindor students.

It can bring joy without causing trouble, which is indeed very pleasing.

Now, Fred's first thought was to lure Filch to Vizette to prevent Vizette from being caught and penalized, the underlying meaning of which is self-evident.

Whatever the motive, Wizette didn't want Fred to exonerate him in this way.

He wanted to have a more enjoyable and carefree night out, and even take more people on night outs. Winning over Filch, the gatekeeper, was a necessary step.

Recalling the events of the past few days, especially those involving Filch, he ran toward Fred, pondering a way to resolve the issue once and for all.

These methods not only involve communication and coordination, but also the application of various magical techniques; at least two sets of methods can be prepared...

The noise in the corridor subsided, and Filch's triumphant voice rang out, "Hahaha! I've finally caught you! Three years! I've been waiting for this day for three years! You're finished!"

"Congratulations!" Fred was out of breath, but his cheerful tone was still evident. "You were only able to catch us when we first started school, hehe!"

"Give me back Marcus! Give me back Delian! Who are you trying to frame?" Filch demanded menacingly. "Which college are they students from?"

"Heh..." Fred just responded with a strange laugh.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t talk… I’ve got you!” Filch said nonchalantly, “I’m going to take you to Professor McGonagall and let her punish you!”

“There’s another one… the one who looks just like you, is his name George or Fred? If you want to save him, come out now! Your brother is in my hands!”

George certainly wouldn't abandon Fred, and immediately appeared at the end of the corridor. "Oh! You've actually learned some tricks now. Looks like you've really improved!"

At the same time, Vizette arrived and appeared at the other end of the corridor.

Filch looked left and right, then exclaimed with delight, "This is amazing! I never expected there would be another person here. This is wonderful!"

George's eyes widened, then his face broke into a smile. "Great! As expected of our dear materials consultant, night outings are so much fun! You finally understand!"

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Chapter 105 Do you want to master magic?

As expected of twins, the two brothers speak so similarly.

With that thought in mind, Vizette slowly approached Filch.

As if sensing danger, Mrs. Lorris arched her back and bristled, making threatening "gurgling" sounds in her throat.

"What do you want?" Filch realized something was wrong; he seemed to have switched from being the hunter to the hunted.

Wizette observed Filch's performance, and as she pondered, she changed her tone.

“Mr. Filch…”

He imitated Professor Snape's voice, somber and cold, with a hint of disdain and arrogance.

In Vizette's opinion, this was the most suitable tone for the current situation; Professor Snape's voice still had a lot of imposing presence...

"It's three against two now, what do you think... we can do?"

……

"Ah sneeze!"

Snape opened his eyes and sneezed loudly.

His sleep quality has been poor ever since that OWL exam.

Without the aid of magic potions, it's easy to wake up from a dream unexpectedly.

He had been woken up by small noises like sneezing many times, so he wasn't surprised.

Especially after Harry Potter enrolled in school, the frequency of his sneezing increased dramatically.

Snape called out in a low voice, "Gryffindor, deduct one point!"

Upon arriving at his office, his gaze fell upon the hoclaps.

He waved his wand, sending several earthworms to Hoclap's side, and watched as Hoclap devoured them bit by bit, only then did a few slivers of drowsiness begin to creep in...

……

"Wow!" Fred and George exclaimed in unison, their voices tinged with surprise. "That tone sounds so familiar..."

They also imitated Professor Snape's tone, "Filch, it's three against two now, what do you think... we can do?"

“What are you planning to do!” Filch shouted at the top of his lungs.

Although his voice sounded firm, his eyes became unfocused.

Having spent years dealing with students, he naturally wouldn't soften his tone easily.

“Why don’t we get to the bottom of this… and talk about what happened tonight…” Vizet took a few more steps forward, his wand already in his hand.

The wand tapped lightly on the outside of the thigh, producing a dull, tinkling sound that mingled with the unhurried footsteps, creating a unique sense of oppression.

Filch didn't speak, but his eyes revealed a hint of bravado masking his inner weakness.

Wizette looked Filch straight in the eye. "Mr. Filch? Solving the problem is the key, isn't it?"

George said in an odd tone, "Vizet, don't be so polite with that tone, it sounds really strange!"

"Exactly!" Fred twisted his body, struggling to break free from Filch's grasp, and stood up with a grin, hands on his hips, saying, "Now the advantage is ours!"

Filch glanced at the three men blocking the corridor, his wandering gaze finally settling on George. "Make him hand over that letter! Tonight's events... I'll pretend they never happened!"

George fumbled in his pocket with exaggerated movements, pulling out two envelopes. "Do you want the letter in this parchment envelope... or the letter in this purple envelope?"

Filch stared intently at the purple envelope, threatening menacingly, "Give it to me! Or you're finished!"

"I'm going to hang you on the wall and whip you, one lash after another, until your skin is torn and bleeding, and I won't stop!"

"So this is what you wanted!" George exclaimed, waving the envelope in his hand. "No wonder you called me out earlier...it was for this..."

"Don't get so worked up..." Fred said, shaking his head. "Have you forgotten what the situation is? We have one more person than you!"

“Since Filch won’t say, then we’ll have to say it ourselves… Vizette, do you know what this letter is? Haha! It’s a rapid spell-chanting course…”

"Meow!"

Before Fred could finish speaking, Mrs. Lorris leaped up, grabbed the purple envelope, and handed it to Filch.

George shook his hand dramatically. "Whew! That was close! He almost bit my hand!"

Vizette knew about the Rapid Spellcasting Course, a correspondence course offered by a magic company to help adult wizards improve their magical abilities.

“Filch, you’ve misunderstood us. We’re just trying to help you!” George continued. “This course won’t be of much use to you, after all, you are…”

Combined with this letter about the rapid spell-chanting course, and the commotion caused by George, Fred, Filch, and Mrs. Lorris...

Vizette now has a more complete understanding of what happened tonight.

"Ahem..." Vizet coughed twice and waved to George. "Mr. Filch, do you want to master magic and use magic?"

"What do you want to say? What do you know!" Filch's bluster hadn't disappeared, but his tone became even more forceful.

"What you know isn't important, what's important is you..." Vizette didn't answer, continuing to press in a somber, dismissive tone, "Do you want to master magic?"

Filch froze, his eyes flickering with a hint of confusion as he pondered the meaning of Wizette's words.

He knew that Vizette was a somewhat mysterious student; the other professors were one thing, but even Snape treated Vizette differently…