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

“These two ponies…are quite special!” Bain glanced at Vizet and Luna and added.

A ball-escape bird now perched on Vizet's shoulder was curiously observing Dumbledore.

Luna also had a Ball Runner in her arms. She gently stroked the Ball Runner's feathers, while the Ball Runner half-closed its eyes, looking quite content.

……

By going directly through the centaur tribe, the journey can be shortened considerably.

Before long, an open space appeared before them, and in the very center of the open space stood an ancient altar bathed in sunlight.

The altar is made of huge stones, and traces of runes can be faintly seen carved on it through vines and moss.

Looking at the altar in the distance, Vizette asked, "Mr. Bain, are you familiar with this altar?"

Bain took a few steps forward and shook his head slightly. "At least according to our word of mouth, this altar has always been there, but we don't know its specific purpose."

Vizette continued, "Mr. Bain, do you know of any wizards who have used this altar? Or... how exactly did this altar come to be?"

Bain recalled, "More than ten years ago, on a stormy night, a strong magical fluctuation came from here. But we were fighting the eight-eyed giant spider at the time, so we didn't come to check."

"And this altar itself must have appeared out of thin air after the storm. My mother hummed this lullaby to me...%&!*?#@*%&!*?#@*%%#@*%&!*?..."

He hummed an ancient, melancholic tune, which Dumbledore then relayed to him.

"After the roar of thunder and the dance of torrential rain subsided, in the silence, the primordial altar slowly rose from the mist."

“That’s exactly what I mean!” Bane gripped his bow and arrows again. “I should be going now. Good luck!”

“Okay!” Vizette responded instinctively. “Mr. Bain, thank you so much for bringing us here.”

"Uh... um..." Bain was still a little unaccustomed to it, and gave a few random replies before his figure disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

Altars are also a way to perform ritual magic, so Vizette was naturally familiar with them.

He took out the crystal from his backpack and, following the instructions in his notebook, set it in the corresponding position.

Crystals floated in the grooves of the altar, emanating an invisible magical aura like a gentle breeze.

Just as Fred and George said, the altar seemed to be damaged. Magical fluctuations lingered around the altar but could not be gathered, and the runes remained unchanged.

Vizette recalled the centaur's song, "If 'after the roar of thunder and the dance of rain' is a weather spell, then the order should be altar first, and then thunder and rain following."

“The primordial altar slowly rose from the mist, could it be…” He raised his wand, silently causing the core to pump violently, and ancient magical power burst forth, flowing into the altar through the tip of the wand.

……

With a soft sound, the runes lit up one by one, and the entire altar burst forth with a silver-blue light.

Ancient magical power is the key to making the altar work;

It seems that since the altar appeared, only the Marauder's Map creator has used this place, and thus could use the remaining ancient magical power to summon thunderstorms and torrential rain.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and Vizet raised his wand, chanting the Rain Charm: "Storm!"

Above the forbidden forest, countless clouds gathered, instantly obscuring the warm sunlight.

The beige clouds looked as if ink had been dripped into them, quickly spreading into gloomy dark clouds.

In an instant, a torrential downpour began, the sound of the rushing rain drowning out the chirping of insects and birds.

Vizette didn't lower her wand. Instead, as if stirring up clouds, she slowly spun around a few times before casting her second weather spell, "Lightning Bolt!"

The core pump silently pumped even more violently, and a bolt of lightning shot into the sky, piercing straight through the torrential rain and crashing into the dense dark clouds.

The dark clouds grew even more gloomy, almost turning completely black, with muffled thunder rumbling incessantly and lightning bolts flashing and rolling within them.

Professor McGonagall gently patted Luna's shoulder. "If Vizette is dominated by animal instincts, you can try calling to him and guiding him out of those instincts."

“I understand, Professor McGonagall!” Luna nodded repeatedly, clasping her hands together tightly as if in prayer.

Vizette raised her wand and shouted towards the hunting grounds, "Potion, fly here!"

Holding the medicine bottle in his hand, looking at the blood-red liquid on it, he felt a surge of excitement.

He exhaled a long breath, pressed the tip of his wand against his heart, and chanted the spell he could recite by heart, "Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus!"

After drinking the blood-red liquid, Vizette felt an intense pain, as if he were a candle being burned by a raging fire, his body feeling as if it were about to melt.

Along with that came a loud heartbeat, two heartbeats in total!

His heartbeat was like a frantic drumbeat, constantly assaulting his mind!

Boom!

Boom!

Chapter 35 First Transformation, Soul Like Clothes

The frantic heartbeats grew faster and faster until the two heartbeats became indistinguishable, pounding together in Vizette's mind and conjuring up concrete animal images.

Neck feathers brownish-gold...wing feathers bronze...beak like a golden hook...eyes like black obsidian...

The burning sensation from drinking the medicine intensified, and my whole body felt like it was melting.

The Animagus potion is extremely special. Vizette once discussed it with Professor McGonagall and deduced that the potion is a protective measure that can help wizards understand the soul.

However, this so-called safety is only relative. The process of Animagus transformation is actually full of dangers.

That was exactly how Vizette felt at that moment. He seemed to be controlled by instinct, an instinct that was not human but rather spread by the animal image in his mind.

Animal instincts overflow...

Consciously restrain your instincts...

He constantly restrained the instincts evoked by the animal image until these instincts began to merge with his own. The human instincts and the instincts evoked by the animal image mixed together, creating an extremely wonderful feeling.

According to Professor McGonagall's notes, the wondrous feeling that arises from the mixture of two instincts is the feeling of the soul.

Having this feeling means you've begun to understand the soul.

"The process went smoothly, but I haven't passed the Guardian Angel Spell yet..."

Just as Vizette was thinking this, he suddenly felt a sense of detachment, shifting to a "third-person perspective" as he observed everything around him.

"It's different from what's in Professor McGonagall's notes...!"

With the help of the "third-person perspective," Vizette felt her mind become more active and quickly understood why this was happening—

Under Snape's guidance, he gained an understanding of the soul through the Patronus Charm, and the protective effect of the potion itself was leading him to delve deeper and gain a more profound understanding of the soul.

And this is exactly the feeling of being in a "third-person perspective" at this moment.

He felt as if he were in an endless universe, surrounded by darkness, with only the light before him shining brightly.

Vizette saw her own image, like a candle, constantly melting away;

The animal figure was the mold; the melted self was injected into the mold, changing its original shape...

“Souls can be merged…can be shaped…like that…like the method I used to transform the Christmas cactus!”

Looking at everything before him, Vizette was jolted awake by a conclusion that struck him like a bolt from the blue: "The soul is just a 'clothing' after all! We can continue to study it!"

……

Lightning flashed and thunder roared, accompanied by a fierce storm.

As Vizette watched his soul merge into the "mold" and transform into an animal form, his body also underwent changes.

Luna's hands were clenched tightly, causing her fair skin to flush with blood, making it look as alluring as a ruby;

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were focused, their eyes unblinking, their wands gripped tightly in their hands.

They watched as Vizet's body changed, and his clothes were assimilated, covered with a fine down.

The downy feathers were covered by new feathers, which were brownish-gold and bronze in color, growing outwards in layers, as if they had been sped up countless times.

Professor McGonagall let out a soft sigh, "The Animagus bird..."

Dumbledore nodded. "Ravenclaw, not surprising."

Vizette's body trembled slightly as if convulsing, her limbs and head constantly shifting, her hands seemingly merging into one, her feet splitting into three toes pointing forward and one toe pointing backward, sprouting claws...

Professor McGonagall looked down at Luna and gently comforted her, "Don't worry, everything is going smoothly so far."

“Hmm.” Luna didn’t let go of her hands. “I understand, Professor McGonagall.”

Vizette suddenly spread her arms wide, and her arms, like elastic rubber, instantly lengthened considerably. Countless feathers sprouted wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, finally transforming into broad and powerful wings.

Bolts of lightning exploded, seemingly illuminating the entire world.

Under the light of the lightning, the feathers reflected a brilliant golden light, as soft yet dazzling as the first rays of dawn.

Vizette tossed her head slightly, bathed in dazzling lightning, her head extending a long, hook-like beak, her eyes as deep as obsidian.

Most of the feathers of the Vizette are bronze, except for the neck feathers, head feathers, and tail feathers, which are brownish-gold. At the tips of the wings, a fiery red mark can also be seen.

“A phoenix pattern? That should also be considered a distinguishing feature,” Dumbledore murmured. “Vizet’s current appearance… is probably that of a golden eagle.”

Professor McGonagall nodded and exhaled. "But it's far too big..."

The golden eagle that Vizet transformed into was 1.5 meters long and had a wingspan of over 3 meters. There are probably not many golden eagles that can reach this size.

Looking at Vizette, who still had her wings spread wide, Professor McGonagall said to Luna, "Miss Lovegood, Vizette needs your help now."

Seeing that Vizette had successfully completed the Animagus maneuver, Luna breathed a sigh of relief.