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

Moonface sighed, "Snape, why don't we just let it go? It'll only get worse if we keep making a scene..."

Nevertheless, none of the four made any rash moves—because young Snape was bending his wand.

James took only one step forward, and the young Snape bent his wand into a slight arc.

They were all too afraid to gamble on whether young Snape would actually break his wand.

Young Snape looked at Bigfoot. "Black, you fugitive, don't you pride yourself on knowing and liking Muggles? Do you know why he's 'Tutankhamun'?"

"I don't know..." Upon hearing this nickname, Bigfoot's face turned extremely ugly. He instantly gripped his wand tightly, and sparks flew from the tip of the wand.

"Verbal liking, no wonder you two are birds of a feather." Young Snape sneered. "'Tutankhamun' is an Egyptian mummy..."

"You've clearly studied magical history, yet you know nothing about it. Don't you think that's fitting? James Pott! Truly dazzling, always stirring up trouble..."

"Like Tutankhamun, the outside is a golden coffin, but what's inside? A rotting shell... Pott! What's inside you? Fallen leaves and withered grass?"

Just as James was about to lose his temper, Hagrid's voice rang out, "What are you doing here?"

Not only Hagrid came, but a red-haired girl also appeared here.

The girl had thick, dark red hair and eyes like emeralds.

Vizette felt a sense of familiarity with those eyes—Harry had a pair of very similar eyes.

It's obvious that the red-haired girl is Lily.

Lily first glanced at James and the others, then looked at young Snape. "Severus, what did they do to you?"

Bigfoot noticed James's pleading look, stepped forward, and said, "Just kidding."

"Don't go with them!" Lily looked at the wand in young Snape's hand. "Whose wand is that?"

"Just a wand made of a bunch of reeds," young Snape sneered, casually tossing down the wand. "Let's go!"

Lily frowned slightly, looked at the wand on the ground, then at the somewhat disheveled James, nodded but didn't say anything more, and left with Snape.

Watching young Snape and Lily walk away, Hagrid asked with a puzzled look, "James, what's wrong with you? You haven't said a word. This isn't like you."

"Once the curse wears off, he can talk again," Bigfoot said with a grin. "Pointy fork, how embarrassing!"

“We can still use a universal antidote to alleviate the effect.” Moonface sighed, picked up his wand, pointed it at James, and chanted, “Cut Off Curse! Cut Off Curse…”

After a few universal counter-spells, Jaime was finally able to speak, "I can't even beat Snotty?"

Hagrid tried to dissuade him, saying, "James! Headmaster Dumbledore said we can't keep messing around like this!"

James corrected him, "I understand... Hagrid, don't call me James, call me by my nickname! Fork!"

He frowned and analyzed, "As expected, it was because Animagus wasted too much time that he was overtaken by the Snotty One."

“Snotty has some skills!” Bigfoot said with disgust. “I’ve never heard of Snape’s family.”

"I don't know what kind of thing he is... The number of curses and evil spells he knows is probably more than most seventh graders."

Upon hearing this, Wizette finally heard a statement he agreed with: Professor Snape was indeed very knowledgeable.

Watching the path Lily had taken, James sighed, "I wish I could turn into a stag and shove that snotty-nosed brat away from Lily!"

Wormtail picked up the wand from the ground and presented it to James with both hands. "Fork...this is your wand."

"Hahaha! Wormtail, you know how to be sarcastic." Bigfoot laughed. "You don't even have a wand, how are you going to conjure anything?"

“Didn’t we just see that?” James rolled his eyes. “I was planning to just rush over, then instantly turn into a stag and give him a big scare!”

Bigfoot clapped his hands dismissively, "Right! Good plan, brilliant!"

Chapter 135 The secret that cannot be told

"We need to work really hard now!" James waved his wand fiercely. "We can take down the Animagus in three years, so dealing with Snotty should be a piece of cake, right?"

"You've got Snotty Guy sorted out? So he was your target? How scary!" Big Foot deliberately took a step to the side. "Stay away from me!"

"Bigfoot!" James shouted, laughing and playfully wrestling around Hagrid's massive frame.

Hagrid chuckled, "Remember to go back to class after you've been fooling around for a while. It's only the beginning of the semester, so don't get too carried away!"

……

This memory ended, and Vizette sorted it out.

It seems that Snape was not only knowledgeable about potions, but also skilled in dueling, and even knew a lot about dark magic.

"This is an all-around wizard!" Vizette concluded in her mind. "He hasn't even enrolled yet, and he already knows so many curses and evil spells... I still have a lot to learn and need to work harder!"

He continued to piece together Hagrid's memories, and in one of them, he saw a young Snape covered in wounds and looking utterly disheveled.

……

Vizette enters this memory and finds Hogwarts shrouded in night, with a Whomping Willow not far away and a full moon like a disc in the distance.

The Beating Willow was probably planted in the meadow when James was in school, and it was nowhere near as thick and sturdy as it is today.

Young Snape lay in Hagrid's arms, his chest rising and falling slightly, revealing that he was seriously injured.

Not only young Snape, but James also appeared beside Hagrid.

He was in better shape than young Snape, and could even keep up with the fast-moving Hagrid.

However, the occasional drops of blood on his robes revealed that James was also injured.

James said with a somewhat strained tone, "I have to say... Bigfoot went too far this time."

Young Snape struggled to his feet and looked down at James.

Unfortunately, he couldn't straighten his back and could only weakly say, "I...don't need...I don't need you to save me! I...would rather...die there!"

“You can’t die there!” James retorted seriously. “That’s my bottom line.”

"Heh...cough cough cough..." Young Snape tried to chuckle as if he had heard a huge joke, but it seemed to touch a sore spot in his chest, and he coughed violently.

“You’d better behave yourself!” Hagrid said. “I’ll take you to the school infirmary.”

Young Snape ignored Hagrid and continued, "Potter... you're just afraid of being expelled..."

"Say whatever you want!" James crossed his arms, clearly a little angry, and his tone became more forceful. "I shouldn't have saved you in the first place!"

At that moment, Hagrid suddenly stopped, his tone filled with surprise and unease.

"Headmaster Dumbledore? What are you doing here..."

Not only was Hagrid surprised, but James and young Snape were as well;

Young Snape strained to turn his head, trying to ascertain the truth of Hagrid's words;

James hurriedly lowered his hand, first turning his head uneasily to look at the Whomping Willow, then scratching his hair even more messily, as if thinking about what to say next.

This was the first time Vizette had seen Dumbledore like this; although he looked much younger, his face was filled with weariness and sorrow.

Moreover, large patches of blood stained the emerald green robe, a glaring sight.

“St. Mungo’s been attacked, and they’re short-handed. I’m thinking of sending Bobby over to help…” Dumbledore said, noticing the young Snape in Hagrid’s arms.

Looking up at the full moon in the sky, he glanced at James, who looked a little awkward beside him, and his expression turned serious.

He waved his wand, releasing a vibrant green light that drifted slowly, circling around young Snape. "Thank goodness... they're all superficial wounds."

Dumbledore put away his wand and asked in a low voice, "Who did this?"

James gritted his teeth and shouted, "It was... me!"

“Not just him!” Young Snape’s tone was laced with a hint of glee. “There’s also Black…and those four, you know who they are!”

"James, look up at me!" Dumbledore said, pursing his lips and scrutinizing James with his eyes.

James only stared at Dumbledore for a few seconds before dejectedly lowering his head and shuffling the grass beneath his feet.

Dumbledore sighed, his weariness and sorrow deepening. "What do you intend to do?"

Young Snape's voice was filled with pain, yet his tone was full of pleasure, "Expel them!"

"Is that so?" Dumbledore looked up at the young Snape in Hagrid's arms. "I will give you a full account of what happened tonight, including everything that did."

A hint of wariness crept into young Snape's voice. "What are you going to say?"

James also looked up, his eyes showing a hint of inquiry.

“I will keep James because he saved you,” Dumbledore said. “I will expel Sirius because he is the one who is to blame.”

"Everything I said above will be published as an announcement, and every student in every college will be able to see it. What do you think of this outcome?"

Hagrid's hesitant voice rang out, "Headmaster Dumbledore..."

"No!" Young Snape and James said in unison.

Mrs. Pomfrey approached, carrying a large suitcase. "Albus, we can set off now!"

“Right away, Bobby,” Dumbledore replied. “The second option… what happened tonight must not be told. James and the others will be in solitary confinement for a month.”

"In my opinion, ensuring the stability of Hogwarts is of utmost importance. Severus, what are your thoughts on the second option?"

"Heh, I still have a choice?" Young Snape lay back down, his voice laced with sarcasm and a hint of hidden disappointment.

Dumbledore nodded. "Then...none of you should tell anyone about tonight's events. Bobby, help Severus with his treatment, and then we'll set off!"

A short while later, Madam Pomfrey left behind a small vial of potion and disappeared into the night with Dumbledore.