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

Seeing Harry's focused expression, Dumbledore stroked his beard with satisfaction. "Yes, that's memory. Isn't it amazing? Remember to find that book!"

……

"hiss!"

A gasp came from outside the principal's office door.

Then came Draco's voice, "Professor Snape, what's wrong?"

Snape's voice remained icy, "Go in!"

"Vizet, what are you doing here?" Draco walked into the headmaster's office and saw Vizet, as well as Dobby, who was unconscious.

He circled the black bubble, then looked at Dobby's ferocious expression in surprise and said, "It really is Dobby... What's he doing here?"

“That’s when you need to speak up,” Snape followed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. “Otherwise, he’d rather shove his chin into himself than speak.”

Vizette nodded to Draco, placed the extracted memories into the bottle, then raised her wand and chanted, "Quickly revive!"

The revival spell was highly effective, and Dobby let out a sharp shriek, "That person whose name can't even be mentioned! That person whose name can't even be mentioned!"

His eyes rolled back, and he tried to pass out again, but because the revival spell was still in effect, he remained conscious.

“Shut up, Dobby!” Draco barked arrogantly. “Tell me! Why are you at school!”

"Dobby...Dobby is a bad house-elf!" Upon hearing Draco's words, Dobby opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, as if he wanted to bite it off.

Dumbledore flicked his fingers, and a piece of wood suddenly appeared, wedging Dobby in the mouth.

He looked at Draco and asked, "Mr. Malfoy, what's going on?"

“It seems… he acted on his own, without Dad’s orders,” Draco said casually. “So when I ask him about it, he punishes himself.”

"As a house-elf, if you can't even protect your master's interests, what's the difference between you and a piece of trash? That's why Dad told him that he must punish himself severely."

Hearing these words, Harry felt his pent-up anger dissipate, and he even felt sorry for Dobby.

"Shall we use Veritaserum?" Snape raised an eyebrow, but his gaze fell on Harry, sending a chill down Harry's spine.

Dumbledore waved his hand, stood up, and walked towards the cabinet where the Pensieve was stored. "In fact... the memories that Vizet just extracted are not as good as ours..."

Just then, Vizette's brows furrowed suddenly, and he shouted at an alarming speed, "The giant serpent has appeared!"

Chapter 167 The Terrifying Corridor

Colin Crevey, holding his Polaroid camera, tiptoed through the round doorway and ran quickly out of the Gryffindor common room.

The plump lady in the painting yawned and lazily reminded everyone, "Curfew is about to start! If you miss it, you'll have to sleep outside."

"Don't worry, Madam Fat! I'll go check on Harry and be right back." Colin nodded, the warmth from the fireplace quickly dissipating.

It rained heavily today, and the moisture in Hogwarts Castle hasn't dissipated yet. It's damp again, and the ground is a bit slippery.

Curfew was approaching, and the corridors were deserted, appearing quite empty.

Colin gripped the Polaroid camera tightly and hurried across the corridor.

The dim torches in the corridor emitted a faint light, casting long shadows that flickered with the flames, like lurking ghosts.

Every footstep Colin took was amplified in the empty corridor, echoing like drumbeats.

For some reason, he inexplicably recalled the legend of the secret chamber, and pressed his lips tightly together, not daring to make too much noise, for fear of disturbing some monster.

Perhaps it was just his imagination, but he felt that his heartbeat was unusually loud in the quiet corridor.

Should we go back?

Colin suddenly had this idea.

No! Ginny is also concerned about Harry and wants to know how he is doing.

As the head of the "Harry Potter Fan Club," how could I not fulfill the vice-minister's wish? I couldn't back down!

As Colin thought this, he quickened his pace, but lost in thought, he was led astray by the moving staircase and accidentally entered a corridor on the fourth floor.

Just as he determined his direction and turned into the corridor, a chilling gust of air suddenly swept over him, making his hair stand on end and his back break out in a cold sweat.

The cold air seemed to amplify Colin's senses, and a chilling malice surged from all directions, making it hard for him to breathe.

He also detected a fishy smell, which seemed to be the smell of some kind of reptile.

He might not normally be able to smell such a faint fishy odor, but at this moment, the smell was amplified by his senses, almost making it hard for him to breathe.

Is it a monster in the locked room?

Colin tried to make his steps as light as possible, hoping to avoid being discovered by the monster in the secret room.

He swallowed hard, the Polaroid camera in his hand becoming his only solace.

He carefully backed away, picking up the Polaroid camera and holding it in front of his eyes to observe the situation ahead through the viewfinder.

Fear surged through his body like an electric current, and his heart seemed to be playing Flight of the Bumblebee, almost leaping out of his chest.

Colin sensed the fishy smell getting closer, but he still couldn't pinpoint its source...

His breathing quickened, and his fingers rested stiffly on the instant camera shutter, as if he had no strength to press it.

Not only were his fingers stiff, but his entire body also became stiff, as if frozen in ice. He wanted to scream and run away, but he couldn't do anything.

His heart was beating faster and faster, rumbling like a train speeding along the tracks, making him feel as if he were deaf.

Time seemed to stand still. Colin felt his arm suddenly being grabbed. The thing that grabbed him was thin, cold, and had a slightly fleshy texture...

The feeling of fear was like a chill that spread through his blood.

This fear was deep-seated, a despair and helplessness in the face of death that made him feel as if he were seeing his past, from birth to entering Hogwarts...

Colin opened his mouth wide, but could only make a "ho ho" sound.

A faint, shrill voice echoed in his ears.

"Got you!"

Colin had no idea what he was about to face, so he could only squeeze out all his strength and press the shutter button hard.

Bang!

A flash of white light filled the entire corridor...

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Vizette walked straight to the desk and took out a crumpled piece of parchment.

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good!"

The Marauder's Map quickly unfolded, revealing the specific appearance of countless landmarks within it.

Dumbledore quickly stood next to Vizet and slammed his hand on the desk.

Snapped!

A house-elf appeared and asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what can I do for you?"

Vizette's eyes swept across the Marauder's map, instantly pinpointing his location, and at the same time, he saw a familiar name—Colin Crevey.

"Headmaster Dumbledore! Colin is on the fourth floor! He encountered that giant snake!"

Dumbledore immediately said, "Go to the place Vizet mentioned and bring Colin back!"

Snapped!

The house-elf knew the situation was urgent, and with a crisp sound, it vanished from the spot in an instant.

"The giant snake appeared suddenly! Logically speaking... this corridor should have been prepared..."

Vizette frowned, her tone tinged with surprise.

The moment Colin's name disappeared, the Parseltongue alarm stopped. "It vanished again... There must be something we missed..."

Snapped!

The house-elf has brought Colin back.

"Ah!" Colin suddenly let out a piercing scream.

"Shut up!" Snape frowned, flicking his wand swiftly to silencing the piercing scream.

"Stop the curse immediately." Dumbledore raised his wand again, helping Colin break the tongue-tying curse.

He smiled, knelt down, and gently comforted his child, "Child, you are safe now."

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Colin rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the light in the headmaster's office. "Vizette! Harry!"

“Going out during curfew…and encountering danger, that’s a serious offense.” Snape raised an eyebrow. “Gryffindor loses fifty points.”

Harry and Colin, both Gryffindors, shouted in perfect unison, "Fifty points!"

Dumbledore stood up, his smile turning into two soft coughs.

Snape gave a cold smile, crossed his arms, and said nothing.

Vizette pursed her lips, seemingly unsurprised by this.

This time it was Snape who was fortunate enough to escape being attacked by the giant snake.

Vizette's mind was still focused on the giant serpent.