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

The reason he changed the subject was naturally because of the appearance of Oliver Wood.

Oliver Wood, brimming with fighting spirit, clenched his fist and stepped forward, declaring, "We'll definitely win next time! Just you wait and see!"

As Oliver Wood walked away, Roger Davis made a praying gesture.

"Given Wood's personality, he'll definitely devise an even more terrifying training regimen... Hopefully, Fred and George can withstand it..."

At the same time, Fred and George suddenly shuddered and sneezed simultaneously.

They both shivered in unison, looked at each other, and asked in unison, "Do you feel... suddenly very cold?"

Chapter 72 Winning the Academy Cup Again

As the end-of-school dinner approached, Vizette and Luna transformed into Animagus and flew around the Forbidden Forest to visit the pregnant unicorn.

That's the advantage of the Animagus bird; it can fly freely and frolic among the trees.

Vizette's golden eagle, Animagus, was too large to fly as nimbly as Luna's when it flew through the Forbidden Forest.

Usually, when he flaps his wings, Luna will suddenly pop out from behind the canopy and chirp a few times, as if trying to startle him.

Ferenc was also present at the time. According to his estimate, the unicorn should be ready for production by the start of the next school year, and he would then inform the two of them so that they could witness the moment.

Although the Forbidden Forest remains fraught with danger, the absence of the eight-eyed giant spider at least reduces a lot of uncertainty.

Most dangerous magical creatures live in their own territories and rarely extend their hunting range to the entire Forbidden Forest like the Eight-Eyed Giant Spider.

When it was time to return, Vizette chose to fly high into the sky, which is where the golden eagle's advantage became apparent; with each flap of its wings, it could fly quite a distance.

Luna was tired after playing around all afternoon, so she transformed back into human form on the way back and lay peacefully on Vizette's back.

She secretly fell asleep without realizing it, as if she wanted to share her dream with Vizet, occasionally uttering soft murmurs.

The murmurs, carried by the wind, reached Vizet's ears. He flapped his wings less, glided for a shorter distance, and stayed in the air for a longer time.

……

As the end-of-school dinner began, the curtains and decorations in the auditorium were changed to the blue and bronze colors that symbolize Ravenclaw.

When Dumbledore spoke, he also gave Vizzett a hundred points as a recognition of the most promising newcomer award from "Transfiguration Today".

Harry also received a bonus of 100 points, in recognition of his courage in facing evil forces without any compromise or retreat, demonstrating the bravery and determination characteristic of Gryffindor.

In response to the sudden riot in the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore also added points to the students of each house based on the compiled list.

Even so, the 100 points Vizzet had just earned, plus the points from winning the House Quidditch Championship, still gave Ravenclaw a commanding lead, securing their second House Cup victory.

Perhaps it was the influence of that dueling club event, or perhaps it was due to the changes in the Board of Governors, but not only were Gryffindor and Hufflepuff applauding, but even Slytherin was giving a not-so-loud round of applause.

……

On the day they left school, the final exam results were announced, and Vizette once again became the top student in her grade, as did Luna.

The Slytherin students, perhaps already used to it, or perhaps having learned from their previous experience, did not gather together this time, wanting to find Snape and ask him for an explanation;

In fact, Snape wouldn't offer any explanation, because he left Hogwarts early in the morning, wand in his right hand, a pot of Hocrab in his left, and his suitcase floating beside him.

Once aboard the Hogwarts Express, since everyone was leaving the school, Vizet, Luna, and all his roommates were in the same carriage.

Anthony Goldstein, holding this morning's Daily Prophet, read the latest news about Lockhart: "Recently, the Ministry of Magic has discovered and received relevant reports during its work..."

He had only read the first sentence when he couldn't help but laugh: "The Ministry of Magic found out? Do you even believe that? What were they busy with before? Investigating Headmaster Dumbledore!"

“He wrote it this way, so you can only go along with it…” Terry Boot shrugged. “Keep reading!”

“Alright…” Antonit nodded. “Giddro Lockhart’s books, ‘Breaking Up with the Ghost’ and ‘Wandering with the Ghoul’, are suspected of plagiarizing other people’s experiences, and the Ministry of Magic is conducting an investigation in accordance with the law.”

"He has nine books in total, and eight of them have problems?" Chris Moon's eyes widened. "Only the book on pest control is fine?"

“I should put it this way…” Anthony explained, “What was that book called again… something about pests?”

Noticing Anthony's gaze, Vizette put down her notebook: "Pests? 'Giddro Lockhart teaches you how to get rid of pests in your home'?"

“Yes! The book on pests is a compilation of various tips and tricks, so it wasn’t included.” Anthony nodded and continued reading from the Daily Prophet.

"Upon investigation, it has been confirmed that Gilderoy Lockhart (male, 29 years old) illegally cast the Oblivion Charm in order to gain profit and prestige, thereby stealing the experiences of others..."

"Due to the extremely wide scope of the case and the extremely negative impact it has caused, the Ministry of Magic has already punished Gilderoy Lockhart according to the law, and he will soon be transferred to Azkaban..."

"Ugh! Another Ravenclaw! What's wrong with Ravenclaw these days!" Michael Corner sighed, shaking his head.

"Do you guys know Rita Skeeter? She's actually a Ravenclaw... Why doesn't she ever do anything good?"

“That’s not our problem.” Anthony’s head was still buried in the Daily Prophet. “You can look at Vizet; isn’t he a perfect example?”

“Oh, right!” Michael nodded. “Setting things right starts with our generation of Ravenclaws!”

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In some fishing villages in southeastern England, there is a strange story that is often told.

Legend has it that in a certain area of ​​the North Sea, there is a mysterious and terrifying island. No matter how experienced a navigator is, once he is beset by misfortune, he will inevitably land on that island.

A fisherman once swore that he had seen people who had been shipwrecked suddenly disappear, but no matter how hard he searched, he could never find that person again.

However, a few days later, he would see the man who had been caught in the waves lying on the dock in the fishing village.

"His soul has definitely been stolen by the devil!" The fisherman's face was filled with fear. "He's like a dead man! There's no light in his eyes, no wounds on his body, he's definitely had his soul stolen!"

……

“A Muggle drifted here…and was swallowed by a Dementor.” The guard of Azkaban sighed, a hint of pity on his face.

"Which Minister of Magic gave the order to not eliminate those monstrous things?! And to build a prison here?! I'm going crazy!"

Another Azkaban guard stopped and handed over the Daily Prophet. "Why worry about all that? Take a look at this..."

"A Galleon prize!" The guard's eyes lit up. "A full seven hundred Galleons! The Weasleys are incredibly lucky!"

Another guard scoffed, "What good luck? A pure-blooded noble family... their winning might be predetermined."

Just then, a hoarse, weak voice suddenly appeared, "Weasley...can I see the newspaper?"

Chapter 73 I Want to Play a Crossword Puzzle

In a dark, fog-shrouded sea, there sits a lonely little island.

The turbid waves surged and crashed violently against the jagged rocks that jutted out around the island, creating an echoing sound like a mournful cry.

A small boat appeared in the mist, gliding like a slippery bar of soap across the jagged rocks. It took quite a few twists and turns before it was finally able to land.

"Ugh!" Cornelius Fudge was the first to jump off the boat, leaning against a dead tree on the shore, gagging loudly.

Two Aurors calmly jumped off the small boat, with a blond wizard floating behind them;

The blond wizard's lips were pale, and his hair was only a thin layer, like a withered, yellow lawn. He looked extremely haggard. This was Gilderoy Lockhart, who had been sentenced.

There is only one rugged mountain path on the island, covered with gravel, and the surrounding area is full of jagged rocks.

Cornelius Fudge initially led the way, walking at the very front of the group, but as they continued forward, he gradually fell behind, eventually ending up panting at the very back, his chubby face covered in sweat.

At the end of the mountain road appeared Azkaban, which resembled a triangular prism. The building was entirely black, like a sinister tombstone.

……

"Ha...ha..." Cornelius Fudge shuddered, and puffs of white breath came out of his mouth, as if he had come from the height of summer to the depths of winter.

Black cloaks appeared in the sky, tattered and worn, revealing grayish-white skin covered with scars and pustules.

These are Azkaban's guardian Dementors, who stand in front of Azkaban, blocking the iron gate leading inside.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the Dementors, Cornelius Fudge urged hurriedly, "Hurry...hurry up! This is too uncomfortable! Hah..."

"Protect the Gods!" One of the Aurors raised his wand, and a silver-white boar flew out from the tip of the wand.

The appearance of the Patronus in his flesh restored Cornelius Fudge's spirits somewhat, and he shouted at the group of Dementors, "I am Cornelius Fudge! Minister of Magic! Get out of my way!"

The boar guardian spirit flew into the air, and the Dementors, like oil dripping from a pot, quickly rose higher and higher, circling and hovering in the sky.

Cornelius Fudge took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his body, and straightened his clothes before giving the Auror beside him a look.

Another Auror stepped forward, pressed the tip of his wand against the iron gate, and with a slight movement of his lips, the gate slowly opened with a rumbling sound.

The guard waited at the door, panting, as if he had just come down.

Upon seeing Gilderoy Lockhart, they immediately stepped forward and lifted him up. "Minister Fudge, please come with us..."

This was Connelly Fudge's purpose in coming here: to imprison Gilderoy Lockhart in Azkaban and, incidentally, to conduct his annual routine surveillance—a win-win situation.

“Hmm?” Cornelius Fudge raised an eyebrow and picked up the Daily Prophet that had fallen to the ground. “Who left this here?”

The two guards paused, and said somewhat nervously, "It might not have been placed properly... It was just a coincidence... It definitely won't happen again!"

“Arthur, what good luck…” Cornelius Fudge glanced at the newspaper and couldn’t help but sigh when he saw the headline.

……

"Give me……"

The faint sound startled Cornelius Fudge, who quickly tried to remain calm and looked toward one of the cells.

Because the dead are thrown out of Azkaban, he was certain that the sorcerer before him, who resembled a corpse, was actually still alive.

The male wizard was just too thin and weak, like a skeleton with skin made of wax, without a trace of blood in his eyes, which were also dull and lifeless.