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

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"Call the gods to protect you!"

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With the sound of an explosion, Voldemort thrust out his wand, and another thick bolt of green plasma shot out, "Avada Kedavra!"

Almost the same illusion occurred, but this Killing Curse was even less accurate, missing Dumbledore's location by a large margin and only blasting apart the rocks nearby.

“That makes sense, that’s what I was thinking too.” Dumbledore also realized this, and faced with the green plasma shooting towards him, he simply didn’t bother to dodge, his tone and actions were equally perfunctory.

"Dumbledore, you!" Hearing such a dismissive tone, Voldemort felt a surge of anger burning within him. "You're not the only one I have to contend with..."

wrong!

Voldemort didn't finish his sentence. He suddenly realized something. As the owner of the "Death" command, the Killing Curse was the magic that should least have problems!

After eliminating all the impossibilities, there is only one factor that could affect the Killing Curse—Vizet is behind it!

As he himself said, Dumbledore wasn't the only opponent!

Thinking of this, Voldemort looked in the direction where Vizet was.

Vizette blinked, surrounded by lightning and thunder, and suddenly distanced herself from him.

The silver rope that had been bound together snapped into pieces, leaving only a few taut silver threads that barely maintained his connection with Tom Riddle.

In addition, there was a particularly eye-catching silver thread. This thread came from Vizet, and at the end of the thread, there was a wisp of silver light tied to Tom Riddle's body.

At this moment, Voldemort realized that Vizet had successfully used the image of Dumbledore as a "fulcrum" to manipulate those silver threads.

"Lohart!" Voldemort hissed through gritted teeth, his voice filled with hatred.

This person, who could be considered almost entirely useless, provided Vizette with the most suitable "weapon".

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Seeing Vizet reach out and grab the silver thread extending from herself, Voldemort seemed to make a decision and reached out to grab the last few taut silver threads.

The moment the hand touched the silver thread, the thread burst forth with a dazzling light, illuminating almost the entire secret room.

Dumbledore immediately waved his wand, creating a vast magical energy field that enveloped him and Vizzett.

After the light faded, Tom Riddle changed his position and threw himself into Voldemort's arms, disappearing completely as if a snowflake had touched his palm.

At the same time, a snake-faced phantom, as if drawn by some force, lunged toward Wizette in a posture almost identical to Tom Riddle's.

Vizette frowned. Faced with the ever-approaching snake-faced phantom, he could only raise the Spirit-Guiding Box and take the snake-faced phantom into it.

"Vizet!" Voldemort glared at Vizet viciously, raised his wand, and aimed it at her. "Avada Kedavra..."

A ball of flame drifted slowly over, and the moment it touched Voldemort's robes, it burst into bright flames.

The firelight did not seem to have the desired effect; it neither ignited the robes nor burned the skin.

However, the instant the flames appeared, Voldemort also let out a painful howl.

Voldemort opened his mouth, as if he were suffering from some kind of inescapable pain, and the sound he made was extremely strange, containing not only Voldemort's voice but also Lockhart's voice.

As a cloud of black mist flew out, Lockhart seemed to return to normal, his blue eyes and nose back.

"Cough cough cough..." Dumbledore coughed several times, his eyes revealing extreme exhaustion, as if his energy had been completely depleted...

Chapter 60 I'm too tired right now, I didn't hear anything.

The black mist condensed and churned in mid-air, vaguely revealing Voldemort's face.

Dumbledore waved his wand at Lockhart, and a rope appeared out of thin air, pulling Lockhart to his side.

"Dumbledore! So that's it!" Voldemort's voice came from the black mist. "Is this why you've become weaker?"

"To gather a spell to banish me! Is it worth it? You're still so easily swayed! How foolish!"

Dumbledore straightened his back. "Don't you understand? How important a living being is..."

His body trembled slightly, his voice filled with a sigh, as if he were pitying Voldemort, "Even if you were defeated again because of this precious life, you still..."

"I don't understand now! But you will soon!" Voldemort rudely interrupted Dumbledore. "You're going to lose your life because of this so-called vibrant life!"

Before the words had even finished, the black mist continued to surge and rushed towards Dumbledore's direction.

Upon hearing these words, Dumbledore made no move in the face of the approaching black mist.

He looked at the black mist with a smile, as if he had no intention of putting up any resistance and was prepared to calmly face whatever was about to happen.

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"Call the gods to protect you!"

Vizet raised his wand, and the Obscurial-like Patronus flew out, forming a barrier that stood firmly in front of Dumbledore.

The light emanating from the Guardian Angel, upon contact with the black mist, produced an effect similar to melting ice and snow, making it difficult for Voldemort to advance.

This is the most well-known use of the Patronus Charm, which is extremely effective against various forms of dark magic that interfere with a person's mind and soul. Voldemort at this moment clearly fits this description.

Voldemort's voice was filled with rage, "Vizet!"

“I’m here!” Vizet replied, looking at Voldemort who had returned to mid-air. “I’ve heard it said that people killed by the Killing Curse don’t leave behind a soul and therefore don’t become ghosts.”

"You dare to use the Unforgivable Curse on me in front of Dumbledore..." Voldemort quickly returned to mid-air, as if he had heard the funniest thing, "?!"

Without pausing, Vizette continued, "So I'm curious... what would happen if someone like you were struck by the Killing Curse..."

From behind the light emanating from the Patronus, Dumbledore's weary voice came, "I'm too tired right now, I didn't hear anything..."

Voldemort's tone turned doubtful and uncertain, "You can't! You simply can't..."

“Really? At least I know the spell… I know what to do…” Vizette countered, “And you? Do you know why you should do it?”

"Vizet, you're very good!" Voldemort didn't answer the question and flew towards the darkness above.

"Avada Kedavra!" Vizet's chant was extremely clear.

The green light illuminated the entire secret room, but it failed to diminish the radiance emanating from the Guardian Charm.

A thick beam of green plasma shot out, soaring high into the air and striking Voldemort with remarkable precision as he fled.

The black mist that Voldemort had transformed into became strange; the first half of the black mist flew into the darkness, while the second half began to spin chaotically, as if it were being pulled and twisted by something.

Vizet immediately used his Eye of Magic, and a dark opening appeared in mid-air, filled with endless suction, trying to pull the black mist that Voldemort had transformed into into it.

"Vizette! Dumbledore!" With Voldemort's roar, he finally escaped completely into the darkness, and the dark opening disappeared.

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"What did you see?" asked Dumbledore.

“Something like a vortex…like it absorbs souls,” Vizette tried to describe. “He was being absorbed by the vortex, but he never succeeded…”

“If that vortex is death…” Dumbledore guessed, “perhaps that’s the function of the Horcrux, preventing him from being absorbed by death.”

“I thought that would be the result.” Vizette nodded, picking up his wand and examining it. “But it’s too easy…it seems like it only requires a thought…”

“Yes! That spell is too simple, and too easy to cast…” Dumbledore said slowly, “You should understand what I mean.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I understand what you mean.” Vezel nodded. “The beauty of magic lies in creation, not destruction.”

“Yes! Destruction is far too easy; there are too many ways to do it!” Dumbledore exhaled. “But creation… is an extremely difficult thing!”

Vizette nodded, raised the Spirit Box and gently squeezed it. A cloud of black mist emerged from it and condensed into the shape of Voldemort.

He picked up his wand and plunged it into the black mist, closing his eyes to sense it.

Taking advantage of this moment, Dumbledore pulled Harry to his side and waved his wand around, shouting, "Restore to its original state!"

The rubble and dust rose up, accompanied by a rumbling sound, before returning to their original place.

However, the secret chamber could not be restored to its original state; the stones that had been destroyed by magic could not be repaired by the restoration spell.

“A little regrettable…” Dumbledore murmured, pointing his wand at the door of the Chamber of Secrets and summoning stones from outside to repair the damaged parts.

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After a while, Vizet slowly opened his eyes. "Headmaster Dumbledore... this is a fragment of a soul."

"Voldemort has a profound understanding of the soul! This fragment of the soul is divided into two parts, one part belongs to Voldemort, and the other part belongs to Tom Riddle."

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "That's precisely why he was able to complete the replacement of the soul fragments. It's truly... a very ingenious idea!"

“He has always been very talented… what a pity…” Dumbledore shook his head, “but it is also because he is the ‘master’ that he can do such a thing to the ‘servant’.”

“That’s right!” Vizette’s expression turned serious. “Since these are two fragments, it means he intends to create at least one more Horcrux!”

"We can even be a bit bolder... let's assume this scenario... Voldemort probably already possesses more than just this one Horcrux!"

“Indeed!” Dumbledore agreed. “His ability to replace a soul fragment at least indicates that he had prepared a soul fragment beforehand.”

"This is insane!" he sighed deeply. "To create multiple Horcruxes, if it were actually possible, would be a truly remarkable feat..."

Dumbledore continued, "What else can you sense from this?"

“The Horcrux that Tom Riddle inhabits…” Vizet said, “He hid that Horcrux… in the Forbidden Forest… and in a lake, so it’s not easy to find.”

“That’s exactly what Tom Riddle was thinking.” Dumbledore smiled slightly. “It’s a pity he still fell… I didn’t expect Voldemort to have such a backup plan.”