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

Before they could reach a conclusion, the warmth seemed to be sucked away by a whirlpool and disappeared in the direction of the girls' dormitory.

The students trembled almost in unison, a hint of confusion in their eyes, wondering where this warmth was coming from.

"Mr. Riddle, what have you done?"

A hint of doubt flashed in Pansy's eyes. She had a feeling that the diary was acting strangely, absorbing even the fleeting warmth.

Pansy, it seems I can meet you sooner. All you need is a drop of your blood, and I can emerge from the diary.

"Fresh blood? Is fresh blood from any animal acceptable?"

I don't want you to get hurt either, but blood will affect my image. If I use the blood of those pets, I might become...

Looking at the ellipses in her diary, Pansy felt conflicted.

These words fascinated her so much that she hoped to actually meet Riddle and see what he looked like.

I know that obtaining your blood is just a pipe dream. Perhaps with the blood of such a beautiful woman like you, I could become better?

“I think I can do it…” Pansy wrote this sentence and found a letter opener in her suitcase.

She pressed the tip of the letter opener against her thumb, gritted her teeth, and pressed down...

Fresh blood dripped onto the diary, staining it into a shocking blood flower, as alluring as a datura.

The diary absorbed the blood and began to tremble rhythmically.

Countless inks flew out of the diary, encircling Pansy like ribbons, and finally fell to the ground, coalescing into a human shape.

He was a tall, dark-haired boy with handsome features and skin that had an almost sickly pale complexion, adding to his aloof and cool demeanor.

He lowered his eyelids, his brows furrowed slightly as he looked around.

After looking around, he said apologetically, "It might not be appropriate for me to be in the dormitory."

He bowed gracefully in apology, "But, Pansy... I can't stay too far away from you, I'm so sorry!"

I can't be too far away from you!

These words caused Pansy's mind to go blank for a moment. She quickly stood up, clutching her notebook, and ran to Riddle. "Can other people see you too?"

Riddle shook his head. "Just to see you, I've already used up most of my strength... so they can't see me."

Pansy immediately asked, "Are we still going to kill the chicken? To take away the rooster's life force?"

“Yes.” Riddle smiled slightly. “I can go back to the diary first, and then find a quiet place to master this magic.”

Pansy frowned. "Then I need to think about it carefully."

Riddle maintained a faint smile. "Are there places that used to be off-limits? Those places usually don't have that many people."

Pansy's eyes lit up. "There is such a place! I remember last year, Dumbledore explicitly forbade students from entering there."

"Later, a dark wizard broke in, and Harry Potter, Lovegood, and a professor all ended up in the school hospital."

Whether it was because of that drop of blood or something else, she felt like a leaky bucket, willing to tell Riddle anything.

Riddle nodded. "Looks like a good place... Harry Potter... you seem to have mentioned him to me before..."

“That’s the ‘boy who survived!’ He even said he defeated Mystic.” Pansy frowned. “Draco was humiliated because of him last year. He’s just an ordinary guy!”

“Mysterious Man, Harry Potter, Lovegood, Professor…” Riddle flashed a charming smile. “That would be a good place!”

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"Next time you come to see me, you still need to use the Guardian Charm."

In the hallway, Professor Snape instructed Vizzet, "Cast a small-scale Patronus Charm as soon as you enter the office. Also, don't mention what happened this afternoon to anyone else!"

Vezel nodded. "Yes, Professor Snape, I'll remember that!"

Professor Snape nodded. "It's getting late, go and have dinner!"

Vizette blinked; he noticed something unusual.

Since leaving that classroom, Professor Snape's eyes were red, his tone had changed, he was no longer so cold and somber, and even his brows were more relaxed than usual.

This is probably the effect of the Guardian Charm. This magic, composed of positive emotions, can not only ward off Dementors but also protect those around you.

"It's him again!"

Harry's whisper echoed down the corridor, with Hermione and Ron beside him.

Seeing Snape walking towards him, Harry resignedly pursed his lips, seemingly prepared to lose points.

To his utter surprise, Snape merely glanced at him and walked past without saying a word.

"Ok?"

"what?"

"Uh……"

Harry, Harry, and his two companions exchanged glances, all of them puzzled.

After confirming that Snape had come downstairs, Harry exclaimed in surprise, "He... didn't lose any points?"

Ron opened his mouth, only able to turn to Vizet, whom he considered omnipotent, for help, "Vizet... what exactly happened between you two?"

Vizette replied simply, "I learned some potion-making knowledge from you."

Harry muttered, "Only you could do this... ask Snape for Potions knowledge."

"Sigh!" Hermione sighed deeply, her voice filled with envy.

Vizette reached into her pocket and took out the repaired wand. "Oh right! I was in such a rush this afternoon that I forgot to give it to you."

"Wand! My wand!" Ron exclaimed with immense joy, his hands trembling as he took the wand and began to caress it.

"Fluorescent!" After playing with it for a while, he waved his wand and cast a light-up spell. "So cool! Just like new!"

Chapter 115 Snape's Intentions

Snape suppressed the urge to deduct points, as if he were convincing himself, "Just for today!"

Back in his office, Dumbledore seemed to have been waiting for a long time, pacing back and forth in the room.

He held several fudge flies in his hand. Although they were candies, they were strangely shaped like flies, and even the colors were made to resemble flies as closely as possible.

"I was thinking of seeing you later. You probably haven't had dinner yet, right? Want a couple?"

One of the fudge flies flapped its wings, looking somewhat eager, as if it wanted to fly into Snape's mouth.

“No need.” Snape sat down, his fingers interlaced as he looked at Dumbledore, his tone filled with disgust. “What do you want to ask?”

"What a pity, the milk flavor inside is so rich, I really recommend it." Dumbledore said with a hint of regret as he sat down opposite Snape.

Snape said with a stern face, "You previously recommended cockroach traps, saying they had a wonderful peanut flavor."

“I’m not lying, you can try.” Dumbledore looked Snape up and down curiously. “But it’s quite rare! This is the first time you’ve talked to me about candy.”

Snape pursed his lips and didn't reply.

“Tell me about that Patronus Charm!” Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. “I think it must be related to you and Vizet…after all, today is your private lesson time.”

Snipra rolled up his sleeve, revealing his left arm. "While I was lecturing, my arm suddenly started burning. At the time, I wasn't sure what was going on, so I didn't pull up my sleeve to check."

"The Dark Mark?" Dumbledore's smile faded, his expression growing serious. "Any other sensations?"

Snape said, "The Occlumency technique, which had been in a state of alert, took effect at that moment."

“I didn’t realize it at the time… but judging from Vizette’s expression, she probably understood something.”

Dumbledore leaned forward. "Read something? Something you specifically left for Voldemort?"

Snape said nonchalantly, "The Dark Lord... enjoys the Death Eaters' praise, or rather, flattery, the kind of heartfelt flattery."

"So I incorporated some related elements into the brain surgery to avoid... having to say stupid things every day."

Dumbledore knew Voldemort better than he did, so he would always share relevant information about Voldemort to help Dumbledore make the appropriate judgments.

Dumbledore continued, "And then? Did all the sensation disappear?"

Snape nodded. "Yes! I think it... is more like some kind of instinct."

“That’s really strange…” Dumbledore stroked his beard. “What did you do after that?”

“His silence is different!” Snape replied. “You can’t feel that disorder and destruction.”

"If it weren't for the fact that they still look alike, I wouldn't have thought it was Momo Ran based on my first impression alone."

“He had some unusual experiences when he went to Sweden.” Dumbledore turned his head to look at the drapes in the corner. “Aren’t you going to let them out for some fresh air?”

“No need,” Snape said coldly. “The Obscurial is only one aspect of the guarantee, so I decided on a whim to have him cast the Patronus Charm.”

“It is indeed an effective method,” Dumbledore murmured. “The fact that he can unleash such a powerful Patronus Charm at least proves one thing… he has not been affected.”

Snape frowned. "Shouldn't we take some precautions?"

“No need.” Dumbledore shook his head. “A Patronus Charm that affects the entire castle is enough to prove many things.”

Snape stared intently at Dumbledore. "That trip to Sweden doesn't seem to be as simple as it appears."

Dumbledore blinked and gave a mysterious smile, as if to say, "You're too smart for me to talk to."

Faced with Snape's gaze, he simply changed the subject, "By the way! What about the appearance of the Patronus Charm? With Vizzet's talent, he should be able to directly summon a physical Patronus."