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

She said in a vicious tone, "So what if it's me? You are all sinners of Hogwarts!"

"The sinners who dragged Hogwarts into the abyss! I will purify this school corrupted by Mudbloods!"

Wizette noticed that although Pansy was facing Dumbledore, her gaze was fixed on him, and her eyes were full of hatred.

He then heard the basilisk's cold, malevolent voice, "Want to kill...the smell of food...I'm starving..."

Pansy maintained her menacing expression, grimacing as she continued to struggle, hissing through her teeth, "Wait for my order, kill the youngest! He's delicious!"

"Delicious...delicious...I want to eat..." Hearing these words, the basilisk quieted down again, probably waiting for orders.

Clearly, when Dumbledore was controlling the Basilisk, Pansy gave it an order to gather its power.

“I made a promise to try to get back as soon as possible,” Vizette said quickly. “Headmaster Dumbledore, the Basilisk still has the strength.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Pansy immediately hissed at the top of her lungs, "Kill him!"

Dumbledore reacted faster than Pansy; he immediately raised his wand and pointed it forcefully at the two armored skeletal giants.

The armored skeletal giant unleashed a rapid, torrential "click" sound, instantly subduing the basilisk monster that had just arched its body.

The basilisk howled, "Hungry... I want to eat... I want to live..."

“Miss Parkinson, it seems you haven’t learned your lesson and have made the same mistake your father did.” Dumbledore still smiled. “I haven’t lost my power to cast spells.”

“Controlling a basilisk is nothing to me.” He looked at Vizette beside him. “Since we promised to go back soon, we should hurry up.”

……

“Alright!” Without the slightest hesitation, Vizette first raised her wand and cast the Ancient Magic: Improved Lights Out Charm, “Knox!”

A huge, pitch-black bubble appeared instantly, enveloping not only the basilisk but also the two armored skeletal giants.

He closed his eyes tightly, and with the help of Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil Web State), the Devil Web pulled his body, allowing him to easily climb up the armored skeletal giant's head onto the basilisk's head.

In his mind, a python appeared, shaped like a "?".

A flash of inspiration struck, and Vezet spontaneously uttered the spell, "n (nauthiz)!"

The struggling basilisk suddenly stiffened, and its color seemed to fade in an instant, turning into a statue-like gray-white.

The grayish-white color did not resemble light and was not obscured by the Ancient Magic: Improved Lights Out Spell.

They surged toward Vizet like boiling mercury, as if to completely engulf it.

Vizette recalled memories from Salazar Slytherin, at which time he had summarized two key points—the first being ancient magical power, and the second being communication.

The core of the serpent churned violently, and Vizet gripped his wand tightly as if it were an awl, thrusting it fiercely towards the basilisk's head.

Silver-blue light scattered like fireworks, and countless fragments of memories flooded into my mind.

These fragments of memory record the life of the basilisk, from hatching to lurking in its secret chamber...

The fragments of memory come together to form a lock-like structure. Vizette needs to find a way to unlock the lock in order to fill the empty shell and truly obtain the command.

……

“Communication…” Vizette murmured, then hissed in a Parsleyan voice, “I’m here to complete the remaining command contract with you… the command from ‘Petrification’…”

Despite its stiff body, the basilisk seemed not to hear Vizette's snake-like voice, uttering a weak but firm cry, "I want to live...to live..."

Vizette frowned slightly and continued to communicate in Parsley, "We have captured the 'heir,' so of course you can live."

Upon hearing the word "successor," the basilisk paused for a moment, then murmured the same words again, "I want to live... to live..."

To live... what is the purpose of living?

To live in order to survive?

Living for the sake of an heir?

To live in order to cleanse Hogwarts?

Tracing back to the source...

Vizette was thinking quickly...

Extending the concept of survival, Salazar Slytherin raised the Basilisk, enabling it to "live for survival" after its birth...

Similarly, the heir is a descendant of Salazar Slytherin...

The purge of Hogwarts was Salazar Slytherin's order...

Vizette raised his wand, pressed the tip against his temple, and pulled out a thread of memory containing his memories of meeting Salazar Slytherin in the Mirror World.

“Look, I’ve met Headmaster Slytherin!” he said, gently flicking his wand so that threads of memory floated down and merged into the basilisk’s head…

“Survive…” The basilisk’s voice trailed off again, then it murmured a name, “Sasalazar Slytherin…my…master…the only master…”

……

The grayish-white color on the basilisk faded, and its body regained its agility.

This time, however, it did not struggle any further, appearing completely relaxed as if hanging on the armored skeletal giant.

“Salazar Slytherin…my…master…my only master…”

Vizette was quite emotional. He had originally thought that the basilisk was driven by instinct: instinct to kill, instinct to be hungry, and instinct to survive.

In retrospect, instinct may not have been enough to sustain us through a thousand years...

Thinking of this, Vizette let out a soft sigh. "I will take you to him... just as you saw, I know where Headmaster Slytherin is."

The moment the basilisk calmed down, Vizette sensed a change in the empty shell of the spell in her mind;

The grayish-white color that had faded from the basilisk now appeared entirely on the empty shell of the spell, completely filling it and transforming it into a real spell.

The Wizarding Guide to Combat has also been turned over, and the related content has changed.

Command Spell: ?: Magical Properties—Oppression, Binding, Intensity…Guiding commands with ancient magical power…Revealing the magical properties related to “?”…

Vizzet's earlier judgment was correct; Voldemort bore the cost of the command, hence there was no related content on the pages.

……

Outside the giant black bubble, Pansy's disdainful voice suddenly rang out, "Although I don't know why he wants to go in, give up! Not everyone can give him orders!"

"A loud voice!" Vizette pressed her wand against her neck, casting an amplification spell to raise her voice. "I'm afraid you'll be disappointed..."

"It seems everything is going well..." Dumbledore's tone revealed satisfaction.

With a slight tremor, the two armored skeletal giants instantly lost their support and scattered...

Chapter 195 Perhaps they are just scapegoats?

As the two armored skeletal giants scattered, Vizette gently patted the scales on the basilisk's head. "Close your eyes, and then let me down!"

“Okay…” The basilisk twisted its body and quickly coiled up into a ball.

It then lowered its head, allowing Vizet to land smoothly on the ground.

Once it was certain that Vizette was no longer above its head, it retracted its head back into the center of the serpent coil. "I...I remember...Salazar...Slytherin..."

“Of course.” Vizette nodded and replied in a Parsleyan accent.

Pansy hissed angrily, "What are you doing? He's lying to you! Kill him now!"

The basilisk seemed unresponsive, and even coiled its body even tighter.

Faced with the basilisk's indifference, Pansy became even more frantic, waving her notebook as if she wanted to smash open the skeletal cage.

“Perhaps we should let Professor Snape handle it?” Professor McGonagall suggested. “After all, he is the Head of Slytherin.”

“It would be best if Severus handled it,” Dumbledore said, changing the subject. “However, he has some things to attend to and has just left the school. The most important thing right now is to stop her self-harm.”

"Leaving the school at this time?" Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "That's quite unusual... He usually only leaves Hogwarts at the end of the school year."

Dumbledore said with a smile, "There are always exceptions. After all, it's the weekend... everyone can be a little more free."

……

Pansy gripped the notebook tightly and frantically pounded on the skeleton cage. The web between her thumb and forefinger was cracked, and bright red blood flowed out.

Wizette noticed that the blood seemed to have been absorbed by the notebook, without dripping onto the ground or staining the notebook's cover and pages.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, that notebook… it must be a magical artifact, perhaps it’s the key to the Chamber of Secrets… a heirloom?”

Dumbledore looked at Vizet and blinked twice. "You could try some...new methods to see if you can get your hands on the notebook."

“A new method?” Vizet took a few steps forward and stood in front of Pansy.

Pansy glared fiercely at Vizette. "You Obscurial! I really don't know why Draco would associate with you... You're not even as good as a Mudblood..."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Vizette raised an eyebrow, her voice short and cold. "How pathetic... a wizard who can only smash a cage with a book?"

"If I may ask...did you get a 'T' in all the subjects that require the use of a wand? After all, your movements really do look too much like...a troll swinging a wooden club..."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall exchanged a glance, their lips pressed tightly together, but they couldn't hide the slight chuckle that escaped from the corners of their mouths.

The two men detected a similar tone in Vizette's words to Snape's.

"You actually called me a troll!" Pansy's eyes widened in fury, and she immediately pulled out her wand from her pocket.

Almost simultaneously, Professor McGonagall also drew her wand. "Vizet, step back!"

Just as Pansy aimed at Vizet, her body suddenly stiffened, and a grayish-white color spread from her hand holding the wand all the way to her entire body.