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

Having constructed a soul labyrinth, it wasn't difficult for Vizette to use positive emotions.

The challenge lies in how to explore one's own soul through the Guardian Charm.

After figuring out the difficulties, Vizette raised her wand and drew circles in the air, her mind filled with various memories, extracting the positive emotions from them.

Snape opened the old wooden box expressionlessly, his withered, festering hands clinging to the edge of the box and reaching out first;

It was still autumn, but the air around them was unusually frosty, with a white frost spreading out from the old wooden box.

The scattered orange glow of the setting sun through the window disappeared, and the surrounding light seemed to be absorbed by the withered palm, turning it into a dimness like a faded photograph.

The Dementor burst out of the dilapidated wooden box, emitting a low, rapid wheezing sound. The chill finally appeared, greedily extinguishing the remaining warmth around it.

It resembled a rotting corpse draped in a tattered cloak, nearly as tall as Hagrid, with exposed, decaying gray skin; it was extremely oppressive.

Snape remained expressionless, his hands behind his back, seemingly unafraid of the Dementors, putting on an air of complete indifference.

Nevertheless, Vizette did not hesitate and immediately chanted the spell: "Protector!"

Following Professor Snape's teachings, he used positive emotions as a starting point to delve into a deeper part of himself...

Vizette felt a sense of weightlessness as she fell, as if spinning in circles, similar to the hand gestures used to cast the Guardian Charm...

As he spun around and around, he entered a state similar to flying, as if he had transformed into a fallen leaf, drifting back and forth in the air...

Before his eyes was only a vast expanse of silver light, which shielded him from the bizarre and colorful world around him.

Vizette could see that in this colorful world, scenes from the past constantly appeared, disappeared, and reassembled, in an endless cycle.

Positive emotions are protecting him at this moment, guiding him through obstacles and leading him toward his soul...

The diffused silver light gradually receded, as if transforming into a layer of light that adhered firmly to his body...

The bizarre and fantastical world vanished, and he heard a familiar yet strange rustling sound...

Vizette opened her eyes; the last rays of the setting sun shone through the open window, casting an orange hue on the patterned stone floor…

Outside the window stood an old tree taller than the second floor, its few remaining leaves swaying back and forth, rustling in the cold wind...

The paint on the wall began to peel, revealing the gray substrate underneath...

Two rows of iron bunk beds were arranged against the wall, each with a thin mattress and a quilt covered with a slightly yellowed cover...

This is his room at the orphanage...

Chapter 112 That Past and Present, That Arch and the Curtain

Everything was so familiar, even the faint scent of mothballs in the air.

Next to the door was a wardrobe, its doors slightly ajar, filled with clothes, and underneath were some books and toys.

Books with newspaper covers, wind-up frogs with peeling paint, marbles covered in scratches, beanbags that haven't been washed yet...

All the book covers at the orphanage were made by Wizette because he was the best and fastest at the time, a fact he remembers vividly.

Vizette instinctively tried to stand up, but almost lost her balance and fell off her wheelchair.

He quickly looked down at his thighs, where there was nothing below them, and his trouser legs fluttered gently in the wind.

"I'm back? Or... was everything that happened just a dream?"

He slowly pushed the wheelchair's handwheels, his movements somewhat clumsy.

The wheelchair moved forward smoothly until the handwheel hit the wall, at which point he remembered that he should have pulled the handbrake.

He murmured Snape's words, "When you feel darkness... the Patronus Charm can provide you with final refuge... it's a spell to protect yourself..."

Vizette smiled slightly, glancing again at her empty trouser leg. "So that's how it is? So this is the darkness in my heart. It is..."

This is indeed something he's running away from.

He can face school bullying and the cold stares of others; these are all external influences.

The inability to confront one's own shortcomings is a shackle that one imperceptibly puts on oneself...

……

This is a secret known to all the children in the welfare home;

People who can stay in welfare homes indefinitely often have various deficiencies in some aspect;

Only healthy children are more likely to be adopted;

It's cruel, but it's a reality. Adoption also requires a lot of costs, and a child with disabilities will multiply those costs.

……

Learning became his last resort; it was an extremely pure goal that drove him to continue living.

Only through their own efforts can they break free from the shackles of their disability and leave the welfare home.

This is why he has such a thirst for knowledge...

At that moment, he understood many things.

So this is what the soul is?

"Now that we're back, let's make the most of this trip!"

Vizette let out a soft breath; he could still feel the protection from those positive emotions.

At this moment, he doesn't need to solve any difficult problems; he only needs to cherish his past and reflect on everything that happened in his previous life.

He tried hard to recall that past, a past he had subconsciously forgotten because of the time travel.

Now it seems that accepting all of this isn't so difficult.

Without past experiences, there would be no who you are today...

Vizet became more and more skilled at pushing the handwheel, and his speed increased. He was even able to glide in beautiful arcs when turning.

This was something he used to find difficult to do.

Compared to the somewhat stiff expressions of those around him, he, with a faint smile on his face and pushing his wheelchair forward, seemed a bit like an oddity.

"In some ways, we are indeed outliers, but we share the same origin."

He thought of the story Ollivander shared, the origin story of wizards and Muggles.

The experiences of two worlds are truly merging...

When everything is integrated, the soul naturally manifests itself.

……

Vizette wandered around the orphanage again and again until night fell before returning to her dormitory.

There was a thick stack of exam papers and various reference books.

These were the reference books and test papers he used during his exam preparation.

"This is the last stop... To be honest, one moment I was thinking about the exam, and the next I was thinking about how to survive in the new world..."

"I don't seem to have felt that most peculiar sensation. Death... what exactly is it like to experience? I'm very curious!"

He pushed the handwheel, and the wheelchair slowly moved forward, stopping precisely in front of the exam paper, not a point more or less.

At this moment, his heart was filled with an unprecedented peace and harmony.

At that moment, he truly embraced himself and fully accepted himself.

I can accept any flaws or other issues.

Face your own soul.

Vizette picked up his pen and, just as he always did when he took notes, slowly began working on the exam paper.

One photo after another, until his vision became blurry, until his vision flickered between light and shadow, yet he persisted, just as he had done before.

Then everything went black...

……

It was dark all around, but Vizette could sense that an archway had appeared in front of her, an extremely ancient archway.

Dilapidated and covered with all sorts of strange runes, it seemed to have been through a great battle;

It was a solitary archway, strangely standing without any supporting walls.

A similarly tattered black curtain hung there, swaying gently, drawing ever closer to him...

"So this is what you see before you die?" Vizet's expression remained unchanged as she exerted all her strength to sense everything around her.

This is also rare knowledge. Even if he cannot understand it now, he can savor it in the future and ponder its mysteries.

The moment you pass through the archway and curtains is extremely cold; every part of you, inside and out, is filled with a chill that can pierce your soul.

He saw a gray world through the curtains, and could vaguely glimpse a skull;

The skull seemed to see him too; something appeared in it and then shattered without causing him the slightest trouble.

He passed through the curtains too quickly; before he could even see what was happening, the archway and curtains had vanished.

The chill vanished the moment he stepped through the curtains and arches.

What followed was a warmth emanating from within the body.