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

Luna mouthed the same thing: "Madame Pomfrey also asked me to keep an eye on you!"

“Understood!” Vizette continued mouthing, “I definitely won’t go to the school hospital…at least not me.”

Luna nodded emphatically, clenching her fist in a gesture of encouragement.

……

Watching Vizet's retreating figure, Fred protested, "Can't you guys talk? You're making me so anxious... What did you say?"

George chimed in, "I think we need Snape's help right now. We need some gentian and honeysuckle... Hannah, Neville, do you want some?"

"Why are we eating these?" Neville scratched his head. "Gentiana...is it the flu and fever? Can we catch a cold from drinking Coolick?"

Luna couldn't help but chuckle, a beautiful smile curving her lips.

Fred's expression was strange. "That way of saying it sounds so familiar... Are you copying Vizette?"

Neville nodded and honestly explained, "Vizet told me to use herbalism to understand other magic."

"So I memorized a lot of things, and I found them... quite useful. I feel like I'm learning much faster than before... except for Potions class."

Hannah agreed, saying, "I think so too..."

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Vizette left the entrance hall and hurried toward the abandoned washroom.

A tabby cat appeared beside him and quickly transformed into Professor McGonagall's appearance.

They hurried down the corridor, Filch's menacing voice echoing around them, "What are you doing here? Let me see... which school rule have you broken!"

Several students cried out in alarm, "Filch is coming! Let's run!"

Clearly, this was Dumbledore's arrangement, to have Filch disperse the students on this path and avoid attracting more attention.

They made no trouble along the way and soon entered the abandoned washroom, where Dumbledore was already standing in front of the sink.

In front of him floated a notebook made of golden powder, likely a manifestation effect of a tracking spell.

"Albus, are we really going to take Vizette with us?" Professor McGonagall asked with some concern. "The Basilisk is far too dangerous, at least for a student!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, causing the golden powder to vanish. "Minerva, you should remember last school year... that Transfiguration spell before the Christmas holidays..."

Professor McGonagall immediately asked, "You can transform into Devil Web in human form and gain Devil Web's perception abilities?"

“Yes, Professor McGonagall.” Vezel nodded. “I won’t meet the basilisk’s gaze directly… and I have my reasons for needing to find it.”

“We can add some protection…like a pair of glasses?” Dumbledore conjured a pair of half-moon shaped glasses. “That would make us even safer.”

Vizette put on the glasses but felt something was off, so she touched the lenses with her fingers.

"A lens made of flowing water..." The seemingly solid lens allowed his fingers to pass through it. "Headmaster Dumbledore, I understand!"

"The water flowing out here... Lady Lorris saw the basilisk in the water... so it was petrified..."

“See!” Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall. “With these glasses, we don’t need a coffin, just a Mandragora potion to resurrect us.”

Vizette walked to the sink, quickly found the faucet marked with a snake, and hissed, "Turn it on!"

The sink has disappeared, replaced by a large, protruding pipe...

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"A secret chamber entrance that can only be opened with Parsleyan speech... No wonder we couldn't find it back then..." Professor McGonagall exclaimed. "I'm going down now!"

Before she finished speaking, her figure rapidly shrank, and in the blink of an eye, she had become a small tabby cat, and was the first to squeeze into the pipe.

"Water-bound Qi! Nighttime Stalking!" Vizet cast the Bubble Head Spell, enveloping his entire body in a membrane, and became the second to leap into the pipe.

With the help of the night vision spell, he was able to see Professor McGonagall in front of him.

Unlike his gliding through the pipes, Professor McGonagall's transformed tabby cat was very agile, giving him a feeling of "walking on flat ground";

He leaped and bounded far away, gradually disappearing from his sight.

“If it were a regular tabby cat… it obviously couldn’t do that…” Vizet thought as he slid down.

"This feeling of walking on flat ground in the pipes... and the fact that my fur wasn't even a speck of dirt on me... it's clearly magic..."

"So... in Animagus form, it might be possible to cast spells? Or perhaps it's some kind of special magical ability?"

……

After an unknown amount of time, the steep pipe finally leveled out, and Vizet slid out smoothly, landing on the ground littered with bones.

He looked around, but saw neither Professor McGonagall's original form nor the tabby cat's Animagus form.

Tabby cats are very good at hiding, and Professor McGonagall probably used this advantage to get ahead and explore.

Vizet did not rush forward, but silently went to a corner of the cave tunnel to wait for Dumbledore's arrival.

During the wait, he repeatedly communicated with the empty command shell, allowing it to appear or disappear at his will, ensuring that no mistakes would occur later.

It wasn't until Dumbledore slid out of the pipe that Vizet stepped forward. "Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall seems to have gone ahead to investigate."

"Hmm." Dumbledore smiled slightly and gently shook his wand. "This place needs a little cleaning."

As soon as he finished speaking, the countless skeletons on the ground began to tremble slightly and floated slowly into the air following his steps.

He kept the wand steady, as if pulling on an invisible thread, like flying a kite, gradually drawing out two torrents of bones.

Dumbledore's steps were light. "Vizet, when you pried open Dobby's memories, was fear the 'fulcrum' you used?"

"And when you create fear, the specific target image you use... is it the Voldemort we saw last school year?"

“Yes!” Vizzet said truthfully, “Based on the considerations at the time, since Dobby was afraid of Voldemort, using Voldemort’s image was the easiest way to deal with it.”

"It was convenient, and it left an indelible impression on him." Dumbledore continued, "Have you seen Dobby's memories?"

“I didn’t have time to see it… Didn’t we find the entrance to the secret room back then?” Vizette said. “Then we explored the real secret room, and then… I went to the school hospital.”

“Yes! A lot happened that night.” Dumbledore nodded, then changed the subject, “Vizette, what are your thoughts on the Malfoy family…?”

Wizette was somewhat confused by Dumbledore's meaning. "The Malfoy family? Which aspect are you referring to? Draco... or the... history of the Malfoy family?"

“Draco?” Dumbledore stroked his beard. “It seems…you two have dealt with each other before?”

"We weren't from the same college, so we only met a few times... but he was quite friendly to me," Vizette recalled.

“Quite friendly…” Dumbledore murmured. “That’s a good start.”

……

A halo of light appeared around the corner ahead; it was Professor McGonagall casting the Light Spell. "We need to hurry, the girl is almost at the gate."

Dumbledore asked, "A girl? Can you tell who she is?"

“I couldn’t see clearly… To avoid suspicion, I didn’t get too close.” Professor McGonagall shook her head. “All I can confirm is… that wasn’t a Gryffindor student.”

"The most likely scenario... is that they are Slytherin students," Dumbledore sighed softly. "Let's go!"

When they arrived at the door of the secret chamber, they saw that the door was already open, and the inside was filled with a hazy, cold green light, and a figure was gradually disappearing into it.

Dumbledore murmured, "You all stay out of the way for a bit... let me deal with this problem first."

He raised his wand and waved it gently. The torrent of bones behind him made an extremely faint "click" sound as it plunged directly into the misty green light.

The footsteps in the green light quickened, followed by a hissing sound. "Speak to me, Slytherin! The greatest of the four great masters of Hogwarts!"

Vizette recognized the Parseltongue's voice. "Headmaster Dumbledore! The Basilisk is coming out! I heard the command to summon the Basilisk!"

“Thank you for reminding me… Let me look for it…” Dumbledore’s expression gradually became serious as he waved his wand.

"So it was located at the cave entrance... and it's a mechanism that can only be triggered by the Parseltongue. These are all very interesting ideas..."

As a rumbling sound echoed from the end of the chamber, the familiar whisper from Vizet returned, "Tear..."

Then came a rapid series of clicking sounds, like a storm, that almost filled the entire secret room.

Dumbledore emanated a powerful aura that made Vizet feel like her hair was about to stand on end.

However, the oppressive aura only lasted for two breaths. Dumbledore's serious expression gradually disappeared, and he quickly returned to his usual smiling and amiable appearance.

"It's a big guy, but it's easier to handle than I expected... I think Hagrid will like it..."

"Unfortunately, it's too dangerous. Even if Hagrid wanted to take care of it, it would probably be difficult."

He gently flicked his wand, and the hazy green light vanished instantly, replaced by a soft, bright glow that completely illuminated the secret chamber.

The first thing that caught Vizet's eye was two armored skeletal giants, almost as big as the statue of Salazar Slytherin.

The two skeletal armored giants worked together to completely lock half of the basilisk's body in place, especially the area around the basilisk's eyes, which were completely covered by the skeletons.

The basilisk was also enormous, appearing to be at least fifteen meters long, with green scales that exuded a dangerous aura.

In front of the two armored skeletal giants, there was an intricately crafted skeletal cage, imprisoning a girl in a school uniform.

The girl clutched a notebook tightly in her hand, radiating an almost visible ferocity, as if she had taken an overdose of stimulants and had almost lost her mind, hence her crazed expression.

“Pansy…Miss Pansy Parkinson…” Professor McGonagall frowned slightly. “It was her?”

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Pansy's face was contorted with bulging veins and her expression was extremely ferocious. She frantically pounded on the skeleton cage, and bloodstains appeared on her hands.