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

"Well……"

Luna yawned deeply, seemingly sensing something strange. She rolled over, rubbed her eyes, and then slowly opened them, her eyes filled with a sense of bewilderment.

"Disappeared?"

"Is it like quicksand? What should I do then?"

She murmured softly, then closed her eyes to savor the moment.

"Perhaps... I should do nothing... so that I can dream..."

Her voice was much lower, like an ethereal murmur.

As she gradually let her mind wander, the "whooshing" sound outside the window became the prelude to a piece of music, leading her to feel that unique sense of falling.

"This feels interesting... but I should get up."

The school was much colder than home, so Xenophius prepared thicker clothes than he did at home.

Amyka Miller, who was sleeping next door, also woke up and asked in a groggy voice, "Luna... are you going to the greenhouse again...?"

Luna leaned closer and whispered, "Yes! Good morning!"

"Good morning..." Amyka Miller seemed to hear a lullaby and drifted off to sleep again.

Luna wakes up very early every day, a habit she brought from home to school.

After freshening up in the restroom, she walked briskly downstairs. The common lounge was quiet.

Looking around, only a few students were slumped over their desks, each with a book under their head. The pages of the books were stained with glistening marks, blurring the words.

"He seems to have overslept too..."

Luna walked to the window and looked out at the dark Forbidden Forest.

She would turn her head every now and then to look at the stairwell on the other side, and wait quietly.

As flocks of birds flew out of the forbidden forest, the Thestrals also became active.

Every now and then, like fish leaping out of the water, they would leap high out of the forbidden forest and then quickly dive back in.

……

That unique feeling of falling still lingers. When Luna is in the greenhouse, she sometimes lets her mind wander and experiences this unique feeling.

Hannah noticed Luna's occasional dazed expression and asked with some concern, "What's wrong? You seem... a little different than usual?"

Hearing Hannah's voice, Luna opened her eyes. "I feel like a ground bat... flying in the dark."

"A ground-feather bat?" Hannah asked, somewhat puzzled. "Is it... a magical creature?"

Luna smiled and described it softly, "It looks like a cloak... very light... like a dandelion, it can go wherever it wants..."

Nawei is also a frequent visitor to the greenhouse and has a great fondness for various herbs.

While helping to care for the magical plants in the greenhouse, he would occasionally ponder a question—would I be better off joining Hufflepuff? I feel like I prefer taking care of them.

Neville put down the watering can and asked, "Speaking of which... where did Vizette go?"

“You guys usually come here together…” His face showed some worry.

"Did something happen? I heard from Colin that the person who attacked Filch the cat has reappeared!"

"It happened again!" Hannah instinctively wanted to cover her mouth, but then remembered what she had just touched and quickly pulled her hand away. "What happened?"

Neville scratched his head. "Anyway, Headmaster Dumbledore went over too, seemingly to find out what was going on. I overheard a bit when I passed by them..."

"It seems that... that person was actually just playing a prank, not an heir. He targeted Colin to sabotage Colin's camera."

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Luna seemed to be thinking about something after listening to their conversation. "Did he just go to see Colin?"

“Yes!” Neville scratched his head, trying to recall the scene. “Headmaster Dumbledore brought the camera too… but it definitely looked broken.”

"If it's just a prank... then Vizette should be alright, right?" Hannah's expression also turned worried. "Luna, why don't we go look for her together?"

"I want to help too!" Neville said quickly. "Vizet has helped me so much, he absolutely can't get hurt!"

"Don't worry, he'll be fine..." Luna reassured the two. "Let's go check on him!"

Neville and Hannah asked in unison, "Do you know where Vizette is?"

“He should rest in the school infirmary,” Luna nodded. “Even if Groundbats can fly with the wind, they still need to rest…”

……

After saying goodbye to Professor Sprout, the three of them immediately headed to the university hospital.

Madam Pomfrey stood beside Harry's bedside, examining his arm. "You look good... Try it on yourself again, does it feel uncomfortable?"

Harry nodded, first carefully bending his arm, then slowly throwing a punch, and shaking his hand. "I should be all better now, can I be discharged?"

Mrs. Pomfrey brought over a bowl of porridge. "Have some breakfast first, then you can leave. If you feel unwell during this time, remember to come to the school clinic anytime."

Luna gave a slight bow and said, "Madame Pomfrey, we've come to visit Vizette."

"How did you know he was here?" Mrs. Pomfrey asked, somewhat puzzled, but she didn't dwell on it too much and pointed Luna in the right direction.

“He’s right there. It’s probably just his old problem from overwork… Since you’re his friends, remember to tell him to get some rest.”

“I will remind him…” Luna gently parted the curtain and saw Vizette lying on the hospital bed.

Seeing the calm expression on Vizette's face, Neville stepped forward.

He cautiously extended his finger and tentatively poked Vizette's arm before letting out a sigh of relief. "It's still soft!"

"Then it's just overwork." Hannah breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Neville's words, and added, "Thank goodness it's just overwork."

With Colin's case as an example, they feared that Wizette was the real victim, which is why she appeared at the school hospital.

Just then, Vizette slowly opened her eyes, looked at them, and said, "Good morning!"

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Luna blinked. "Madame Pomfrey asked me to keep an eye on you and make sure you get enough rest."

Chapter 179 Use your strengths to understand magic

Hearing Luna's words, Vizet recalled what happened last night and said with a wry smile, "This was just an accident. I've been getting plenty of rest."

As dawn broke outside the window, Vizette immediately took out her wand, pointed it to her chest, and began chanting, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus."

As he lay back down in bed, Mrs. Pomfrey happened to bring him a bowl of porridge. "Getting sick is of course an accident. Who would intentionally want to get sick? Did you drink too much of that 'brain-boosting drug'?"

(Achoo! The Weasley twins sneezed in unison.)

(George suddenly had an idea, "Sneezing until nosebleeds! This 'quick-acting skip-class candy' is pretty effective, isn't it? Impressive, right?")

(Fred's eyes lit up. "Great idea! Especially in Potions class, Snape would love to see us like this! Write it down! Write it down!")

After confirming that both patients had recovered, Mrs. Pomfrey took several empty medicine bottles and quickly left the school hospital.

Vizette held the porridge in her hands and looked at Luna and the others, asking, "Has everyone had breakfast? Go and have some! I feel pretty good... Last night was really an accident."

“Speaking of accidents, Neville just told us that Colin also had an accident,” Hannah said. “His camera was vandalized by the same person who petrified Filch last time.”

"Huh? Is that so?" Harry asked, his voice filled with doubt as he shoveled the last mouthful of porridge into his mouth after hearing Hannah's words. "No..."

Dumbledore appeared at the door of the infirmary, walked straight to Harry, and interrupted him, "Good morning, Harry! How's your arm now?"

Neville shrank back, a hint of worry in his eyes, and stiffened as he looked at Dumbledore who was approaching.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry put down his bowl of porridge, and just like he had demonstrated to Madam Pomfrey, he repeatedly straightened his arm and clenched his fist. "All done!"

Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "That would be wonderful! Would it be convenient for us to speak alone for a few minutes?"

“Of course, no problem!” Harry rolled off the bed and casually stuffed his feet into his shoes. “Headmaster Dumbledore, where shall we talk?”

Harry and Dumbledore left the hospital, and Neville relaxed considerably, letting out a long sigh as he said, "Thank goodness Headmaster Dumbledore didn't scold me... I thought I had leaked the secret."

"Wasn't it me who ruined you?" Hannah asked, her voice filled with worry. "I didn't think that much about it..."

"Don't be so tense," Vizette said, putting down her bowl of porridge. "There's no such thing as an heir; he's just a clown who likes to make a name for himself. Isn't that something to publicize?"

"If Headmaster Dumbledore comes to you, it's to encourage you to spread the word and put more students at ease... Don't you think so?"

"I think...that's how it is?" Neville scratched his head, forcing a smile. "Hearing you say that makes me feel much more at ease!"

"I'm so afraid of losing points... I'll get points deducted by Professor Snape for not using the right materials... and I'll be unable to cast spells properly because I stutter when I chant..."

His voice grew softer and softer, and his expression became increasingly dejected.

“Professor Sprout always praises you!” Luna encouraged. “She says she’s seen many Gryffindors, but you’re the most special one!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Hannah quickly agreed. “Sprout always says that.”

Luna continued, "You all remember! She said you were all very patient and meticulous with each magical plant, taking good care of them."

Neville and Hannah felt their cheeks burning and instinctively glanced at each other, only to find that the other's cheeks were also flushed and hot.

“Yes! Professor Sprout often praises you,” Wizette said with a smile. “Perhaps you could try… first finding your favorite subject, and then expanding your studies from there.”

"That's exactly what I did. I have some experience with transfiguration magic, so when I'm learning about other magical knowledge, I combine it with my understanding of transfiguration magic."

"Using transfiguration magic to understand...other magical knowledge?" Neville and Hannah asked impatiently. "What about us? What should we do?"

“What example can I give you?” Vizette murmured. “I’ve got it! You should all remember the Tickling Curse that Professor Flitwick has been teaching us recently, right?”

“Of course…” Neville scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment in his voice, “but I couldn’t cast the spell well…”