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

Chapter 61 Voldemort's Bloodline Magic

Recalling Voldemort's plans, Wizette speculated, "Voldemort's backup plan was probably blood magic... and it was only after he left the school that he truly mastered this kind of magic."

"Blood magic?" Dumbledore's tone revealed a hint of curiosity. "Did he use blood magic when he devoured that fragment of soul?"

“Tell me the details of what happened! When I returned to Hogwarts, I had to deal with a few of the more threatening magical creatures first, so I couldn’t get here immediately.”

“Good!” Vizette recalled the situation at the time, “Tom Riddle wanted to use a set of bloodline magic to break free from the Horcruxes and become an independent individual.”

"Tom Riddle originally believed that this magic came from the Parkinson family... and based on the ideas of this magic, he created a body that could move and cast spells."

"It's Voldemort, both now and in the past!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "Voldemort can see through Tom Riddle's thoughts, but Tom Riddle may not be able to see through Voldemort."

Vizette nodded, but couldn't help but chuckle. "They...are quite adept at infighting, each wanting to devour the other and become the sole ruler...if they could cooperate..."

“I don’t think…they won’t cooperate.” A glint of light flashed in Dumbledore’s eyes. “Voldemort is a very proud man…”

"Tom Riddle would probably look down on Voldemort, thinking he did a terrible job, possessing such great power yet being defeated by a baby..."

"Voldemort felt the same way. He thought Tom Riddle was too weak and not worthy of being compared to him, so he might as well devour him to increase his own power."

He sighed deeply, as if he had thought of something. "Perhaps some people can reconcile with the past, or even work together... but Voldemort is definitely not that kind of person!"

……

Vizette nodded. After all, what's done is done, and there's no need to dwell on it too much.

Dumbledore was absolutely right; otherwise, Tom Riddle and Voldemort wouldn't have been so mutually devouring.

Even when Tom Riddle was at a complete disadvantage, he did not choose to compromise. Instead, he tried to use the Guardian Charm to return fire, attempting to summon maggots to devour him and prevent Voldemort from succeeding.

Vizette returned to the previous topic, "The reason I speculated it was blood magic is because it involves blood and flesh. Later, Tom Riddle also mentioned that Harry's bones would be needed..."

"Combining these elements together, namely the relationship between blood and body, along with Voldemort's unique soul state, constitutes all the elements of blood magic."

“Blood, flesh, and bone.” Dumbledore frowned slightly. “A very clever combination. Your judgment is correct; it does indeed resemble blood magic… What materials did he use for the final induction?”

"The blood of a pure mother and child, freely extracted, can allow the soul to be reborn..." Vizette repeated the incantation at the time, "The blood of a pregnant unicorn is used here."

“The flesh of innocent people, deliberately cut off, can preserve the soul… This uses many venomous snakes, as well as several rune snake eggs.”

“If we’re going to use Harry’s bones…” Dumbledore pondered the possible spell, “the spell would probably be… the bone of an enemy, deliberately removed so that a soul can attach itself to it…”

"This is truly full of traps... This bloodline magic is extremely unstable. It's very suitable for pulling out souls, but it can't create a sufficiently powerful body... The materials used are all too dangerous!"

"But this also serves as a warning to us: Voldemort is indeed attempting to resurrect himself..." Dumbledore glanced at the unconscious Harry beside him, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"To obtain a powerful body, you can use powerful materials in the early stages of potion brewing... but the materials used for guiding should ideally be traceable to their origin..."

……

“Tracing back to the source?” Vizet took out his notebook and wrote these words down.

He subconsciously connected the dots with the original spell and suddenly understood why Dumbledore was looking at Harry.

Now it seems that Harry is probably the so-called "enemy";

If Voldemort were to launch further operations, Harry would become a key part of them.

Thinking of this, he tentatively asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore, do we need to...?"

“We need to think this through carefully…” Dumbledore waved his hand. “This bloodline magic is crucial; it’s like a double-edged sword…”

"I need to reconsider before deciding on the next step... Short-term protection may not truly solve the problem..."

Vizet nodded in agreement; Dumbledore was right, Voldemort himself was the root of the problem.

The saying goes that prevention is worse than cure. Even if we continue to strengthen protection, there is still a possibility of a loophole. We still need to find a way to deal with Voldemort in order to end everything that has been caused by him.

……

Dumbledore exhaled, a slight smile appearing on his face. "So what happened next? The preceding spells and incantations were all correct..."

"But the reality is that Tom Riddle was devoured by Voldemort. What exactly happened during that time? What was the final spell and guidance?"

“The thread that traces back to the source, waiting to be put in, can restore the soul to its fullness…” Vizette recalled the spell, “According to this spell, he put a silver thread into the cauldron.”

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"Professor Snape told me that ancient wizards could identify materials by their color, shape, and other characteristics."

"Based on a similar judgment, I first identified this silver thread as a memory... and then extended it further, using the techniques Lockhart taught me to successfully pry it open."

"As it turns out, I was right. That silver thread was indeed a memory. The only thing that they had in common and that they could trace back to was memory."

“Very clever, but it’s never wrong to be cautious!” Dumbledore stroked his beard. “That’s why I said… that blood magic is extremely unstable.”

"Voldemort used two real materials and a vague memory to instantly change the nature of blood magic."

“A vague and ethereal memory…actually existing materials…so there are such intricacies!” Vizet suddenly realized and quickly wrote this down in his notebook.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, may I say this... that only similar materials can form a stable structure... and increase the success rate of bloodline magic?”

“You can understand it that way,” Dumbledore nodded, “but the most appropriate judgment must be made based on the actual situation.”

“Understood!” Vizette nodded. “Only by knowing enough can one make effective judgments…”

“If everything relies on intuition and talent, it’s easy for accidents to happen. Professor Snape and I have mentioned this.”

Chapter 62 Become Yourself, Improve a Little Every Day

Harry had a dream, a very beautiful dream.

He was wrapped in swaddling clothes next to a warm fireplace, warmer than not only the Dursleys' house, but even the fireplace in the common room.

Before him stood a woman with long, deep red hair and emerald green eyes. She spoke softly and gently, humming a lullaby to lull him to sleep.

He also saw a man with a hairstyle very similar to his own. If Aunt Penny saw such a hairstyle, she would definitely say, "His hair is as messy as a bird's nest!"

A sound came from the foyer, a man's voice, "Lily, take Harry and run! It's him! I'll hold him off..."

It was a piercing chant, "Avada Kedavra!"

The warmth around them vanished, leaving only a blinding green light and the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The beauty vanished, completely lost in the bumpy ride upstairs.

Harry was placed in the cradle, and he saw the woman's complex gaze—despair, fear, and determination...

At first, he was filled with fear and despair, but as the woman opened her arms to completely protect him, the despair and fear disappeared, leaving only a strong sense of determination.

All the woman could do now was, "Don't kill Harry...please...kill me! Have mercy...I'll do anything..."

That piercing voice wanted to say only this: "Avada Kedavra!"

……

"Dad! Mom!" Harry woke up with a start in the green light, his eyes snapping open.

He rubbed his eyes, which were full of tears and dust, and finally managed to make out the two figures in front of him. "Headmaster Dumbledore... Vizette?"

"Voldemort is back! I saw two Voldemorts!" He jumped up and shouted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

“And Lockhart!” He noticed Lockhart lying on the ground and gestured wildly with his hands and feet. “He… is that young Voldemort’s accomplice!”

"He brought me here... a huge cauldron, with lots of snakes inside... and then Voldemort came back to life, two Voldemors!"

Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder to calm him down and said gently, "Good boy, it's all taken care of!"

Vizette snatched the wand from Lockhart's hand and handed it to Harry. "This is your wand."

"Th...thank you!" Harry gripped his wand tightly, feeling the familiar touch, and his heart finally calmed down.

Fawkes the Phoenix appeared and led them back to Hogwarts Castle.

Even with such a magical travel experience, Harry didn't feel excited at all. His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips were tightly pursed, much like Professor McGonagall.

"Zombie Float!" Dumbledore waved his wand, causing Lockhart to float behind him.

He looked at Harry, who remained silent. "Harry, are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to the school infirmary?"

Harry looked up at Dumbledore's kind face, and for some reason, he suddenly thought of the dream he had just had, the dream that destroyed his home.

He shook his head slightly and asked in a dejected tone, "Am I a useless person?"

……

Dumbledore smiled slightly and posed the question to Vizet, "Vizet, what do you think? I agree with you."

"Ahem..." Vizet coughed twice and asked in return, "Why would you think that?"

“You saved me again… I know all along…” Harry sighed deeply. “You saved me last school year too…”

"I watched Voldemort rise from the dead, and then I fainted... Just like back then, there was nothing I could do... I could only watch..."

"Did you really not do anything?" Vizette asked again. "Think carefully, how have you improved this time compared to last time?"

"Improvement?" Harry's tone was full of doubt. "Have I really improved?"

"Of course there is," Vizette said softly. "There is visible progress."

“I don’t think I did anything…” Harry said uncertainly, “that… young Voldemort named Tom Riddle…”

"He tried to grab me... to use me as a shield... and I resisted, but failed... Is that... progress?"

Wizette continued, "So what did you do last time?"