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

After the match, the Ravenclaw team returned to the locker room.

Roger Davis's smile never faded; he paced back and forth, his fists clenched tightly, looking excited.

"After the Christmas holidays, we still have two opponents... namely Slytherin and Gryffindor!"

"Slytherin's Seeker is a rookie, so the biggest threat is Nimbus 2001, and some of their... well... special methods."

"Gryffindor's overall quality is good, it's just that their flying brooms are a bit lacking. But their Seeker, Harry Potter, is equipped with a Nimbus 2000, which is a really good broom!"

"Those matches Harry Potter didn't miss, he actually performed exceptionally well and could become a major threat. I still remember that match last school year..."

"How long did it take Harry Potter to catch the Golden Snitch? The longer it takes, the better for us, so we can continue using today's tactics..."

After the post-match debriefing, everyone left the locker room.

Vizette glanced at the stands again, spotting a dazzling golden figure. "Roger, may I borrow two flying brooms?"

Roger handed over his flying broom and a key. "Of course, no problem. I'll give you the key. You can take the key and the flying broom and give them to Mrs. Hodge later."

……

"Didn't you go back first?" Vizet came to the stands and saw Luna putting a small notebook into her pocket.

“I want to look around more from up there.” Luna turned her head and smiled, hooking a strand of hair that had been blown by the wind behind her ear with her little finger.

Luna likes Quidditch, but her version of Quidditch is slightly different.

She wasn't too concerned about the success or failure of Quidditch; she was more interested in what might happen during the game.

For example, she would worry about whether the snowflakes flying in the air would scatter because they hit Quidditch players;

They also worry that when the audience cheers, snowflakes might fall into their mouths because they open their mouths too wide.

Or they might be concerned about whether the flying broomstick would be damaged if the two players accidentally bumped into each other, or what kind of branches would fall to the ground.

Vizette even imagined that if she lost the match, Luna might pull out a painting and say, "Look! This cloud looks just like you!"

"It must be imitating your movements, learning to use your flying broom, so I drew it and gave it to you!"

……

When Luna is riding her flying broom, she moves at a leisurely pace.

She slowly flew up into the sky, tilted her head, and watched Vizet fly up and down without blinking.

Vizette circled Luna once, then floated lightly to her side. "Did you have some inspiration?"

Luna blinked and nodded slightly. "But it's a secret..."

She reached out to Vizet, picked up a falling snowflake, gently blew on it, and watched it drift away slowly.

……

The two lingered at the Quidditch pitch for a while longer, set up their flying brooms, and then walked back to Hogwarts Castle side by side.

When the lunch break ended, Vizette found a silver miniature phoenix flapping its wings in front of him.

He was used to this and reached out to touch the forehead of the Phoenix Guardian.

The Phoenix Guardian spoke in Dumbledore's voice, "Vizet, if you have time... come to see me this afternoon."

Chapter 13 Phoenix Nirvana

"Cockroach pile!"

Upon hearing the command, the gargoyle statue stretched its body and leaped to the side, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.

As Vizette entered the corridor in front of the principal's office, she had a strange feeling, as if her body had become inexplicably weak, just like when she was sick in her previous life, her body would fluctuate between hot and cold.

With each step he took toward the principal's office, this inexplicable weakness intensified.

Everything around seemed to become hazy, as if distorted by the high temperature, and nothing could be seen clearly.

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A very faint sound came to Vizette's ear, like the sound of striking a match.

The distortion around them intensified, and the boundaries between the ground, walls, and ceiling became indistinct, as if the entire corridor had melted into one.

The surrounding temperature seemed to be rising, but to Vizet's surprise, he did not suffocate, and the sensation of alternating hot and cold was quickly dissipating.

He was like a fish that had been lifted out of the water and was struggling in the cracked earth, but had finally returned to the water...

……

Everything around her was becoming clearer, yet it also felt incredibly unfamiliar to Vizette.

It started as a small flame, but in the blink of an eye it grew rapidly.

The flames surged and burned like waves, stirring up thick smoke as they rolled and tumbled.

Thick smoke rose into the air, then fell rapidly as if swept up by a vortex, and began to stir the flames.

Flames and thick smoke intertwined, like crimson petals and jet-black stamens, blooming brilliantly, vying for beauty like a sea of ​​flames.

Flowers bloom and fade, and even a sea of ​​fiery flowers is no exception.

The sea of ​​flames before my eyes gradually withered until only the initial cluster of flames remained, until even that cluster of flames went out.

Just as everything around her turned pitch black, as if there would be no more warmth or light, Vizette saw a pair of eyes, a pair of gentle and familiar eyes.

Those are eyes from Phoenix Fox!

With a melodious long cry, the phoenix Fox appeared before Vizet and took flight in the darkness.

Countless flames swirl around Phoenix Fox, as if it is chasing the traces of the flames, or as if the flames are chasing its shadow, the two cycling back and forth as if there is no beginning and no end.

Phoenix Fox spread its wings, enveloping itself in vibrant, brilliant flames, and landed in front of Vizette.

The flames grew even larger, spreading from Phoenix Fox and igniting Vizet as well.

Vizette felt no heat whatsoever; the flames were very close to him, and warmth and exhilaration lingered in his heart.

Phoenix Fox spread its wings once more, carrying Vizet into the sky, away from the darkness, until everything around them became familiar...

……

Vizette returned to the corridor, drenched in sweat as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

It's December now, but he doesn't feel the slightest bit of cold; his palms seem to be constantly generating warmth.

He quickly raised his hand and looked down. There was an orange-red mark on his palm, shaped like a phoenix spreading its wings and soaring into the sky...

Just then, the "Wizard's Handbook" in my mind suddenly flipped open, and countless pages flew out from it.

All the ancient magical power collected during this period was absorbed by one of the pages of the book.

The pages returned to "The Wizard's Practical Guide," and the previously blank pages now contained concrete content.

Ancient Magic: Mastery of Fire: Guides ancient magic to cast fire-starting spells...enhances magical power...summons a ring of flames around the caster when releasing fire...

Along with the contents of the book, there were also many explanations of magic related to fire.

Vizette quickly cast the Guardian Meditation Technique to calm herself down as much as possible, immersing herself in understanding these magical concepts, summarizing and absorbing them.

After a while, he raised one hand and snapped his fingers lightly, "Flames roar!"

pat!

A flame appears between the index finger and thumb.

He opened his palm, and the flames grew larger as his palm opened, transforming into a blazing inferno that burned silently, releasing heat and distorting the surrounding air...

……

Vizette suddenly felt a chill and looked at the hand bearing the phoenix mark.

The phoenix mark on my palm is fading, and the cold returns from all directions, seeping into my body through my damp clothes.

“If that’s the case…” He flicked his wrist, and the flames floating above his palm scattered, instantly spreading throughout his body.

He was engulfed in flames as if he had spontaneously combusted, yet his clothes and decorations remained largely undamaged.

Before long, the flames returned to his palm, and he felt refreshed, no longer bothered by the cold.

This is a method of controlling and using fire that Vizet demonstrated after absorbing his understanding of fire-related magic.

Compared to all sorts of home cleaning magic, cleaning your body and clothes in this way is clearly putting the cart before the horse.

Vizet did this to test and see what he could achieve after gaining a better understanding of fire.

Wandless spellcasting is the most effective manifestation of this, as he is able to control fire without the aid of a wand;

It can even control the flame with the same precision, allowing it to dry the sweat on the body without damaging the clothes.

Vizette remembered something else and stared at the flame in her hand, lost in thought.

The flames did not flicker or dissipate because of his distraction; they remained stable.

This is something that can only be achieved after refining one's understanding of fire magic; maintaining and controlling the flame can become a "subconscious" behavior.

……

"What did Professor Snape do at the Duel Club?" Vizzet murmured, closing his eyes to recall the scene at the Duel Club. "The Flame Serpent..."

He gently moved his fingers, as if shaping clay, to shape the flame in his palm.