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

Some methods are similar. After thinking it over for a moment, he said, "Shall I crush the roots of the mimosa flower for you, and grind the petals into powder?"

Luna raised her other hand and placed it on Vizette's forehead. "You have a lot of harassing flies around you. Does this make you feel better?"

"Much better!" Feeling the cool touch on her forehead, Vizette smiled slightly and picked up the mortar and pestle to grind the flower petals into powder.

The two busied themselves around the cauldron. Unlike at Hogwarts, this time Vizet was in charge of handling the materials, while Luna led the entire potion-making process.

Observing Luna's movements and analyzing the functions and processing methods of various materials were all very interesting things for him, and they also calmed his mind down again.

Once Vizet had finished processing the last material, the crucible returned to calm, with only the occasional small bubble appearing on the surface.

During the brief lull in the boiling of the crucible, Luna stared intently at Vizet, and as if finally relieved, she let out a soft sigh and said, "The harassing flies are gone!"

As the potion brewing entered its final stage, Vizet and Luna sat on either side of the table, choosing a comfortable position to lie on it, watching the flames in the cauldron in the middle.

Unbeknownst to them, their gazes shifted and gradually met;

Before anyone knew it, as tiny bubbles, like fish eyes, appeared on the surface of the crucible, night had fallen on New York.

Time seemed to fly by; it felt like only a short while had passed. Both Vizette and Luna noticed that the blush on each other's cheeks hadn't faded yet...

……

A faint, intermittent voice suddenly came from outside the door, "I should...night...danger..."

"Will you come with me to the Magical Congress?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang out. "Vizet told me that the Magical Congress has prepared safe houses to house werewolves."

“We can’t go there now,” a rough voice said. “The timing is wrong. He’s half-dead right now, and if there are other people in the safe house, he might get killed.”

Vizette stood up. "I'll go take a look..."

Outside the door, besides Professor McGonagall, a pale and haggard wizard, there was another wizard with a ferocious face;

The wizard had a hideous face with long, pale hair, his face was covered in scars, a piece of his nose had been cut off, and most strangely, one of his eyes was the only thing that stood out.

It was a magic eye the size of a ping-pong ball, with a bright blue pupil. It looked malfunctioning, spinning around and around, while only the normal eye was staring at Vizet.

Moody said gruffly, "Vizette Lovegood?"

“It’s me!” Vizette nodded. “Hello, Mr. Moody… Could I know what happened? Why are you here in New York…?”

“The hallway isn’t safe!” Moody raised his wand and cast a few spells towards Professor McGonagall’s room. “Are there any other suitable rooms?”

Vizette could tell that these were protective spells used for early warning, and he had already guessed who was in the room.

“Please come with me!” Vizette stepped out of the door and led Moody and the others toward his room.

Upon entering the room, the first thing Moody did was cast a spell, waving his wand at the closed door.

One of his legs was probably a prosthesis, as it made a hollow, clanging sound when he walked, like wood hitting the floor.

He walked up to Vizette, sat down in the armchair, and got straight to the point: "We've come here to capture the Dragon Thief!"

Chapter 92 Moody and Tonks Across the Ocean

The "dragon thieves" that Moody mentioned had actually attracted the attention of the Ministry of Magic several months ago.

However, the biggest event at the time was a series of changes related to Hogwarts, including Hagrid's arrest and imprisonment, and Dumbledore's temporary loss of his position as headmaster.

Moody had long been disgusted by the mess that the Ministry of Magic was making. His ambition had always been to capture dark wizards; otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up with a body full of incurable injuries.

Moody's magic eye was always fixed on the door, and his wand was always in his hand. "That dragon thief who appeared in England is really slippery!"

"Fudge's got something wrong with his head. Isn't someone who can smuggle such a huge fire dragon right under the Ministry of Magic's nose more important than his own messy affairs?"

“Mr. Moody, do you believe they belong to an organization…” Wizett asked, “that’s why they were able to operate so stealthily?”

“That’s right.” Moody’s eyes were fixed on Vizet for a moment, but then the magic eye returned to the doorway.

"This is a very troublesome organization, much stronger than Voldemort's Death Eaters! Not many of its members are out in the open."

“They usually disguise themselves, only revealing their identities when an operation is needed, thus providing cover for the dragon thief.”

"I arrested several people like this along the way, but they all had clean records, so there was no way to send them to jail."

"Tonks and I tracked down that dragon thief, traveling through several European countries before finally crossing the ocean to North America..."

……

Professor McGonagall asked, "Moody, why are you with Lupin?"

“That’s a long story…” Moody continued, “Just two days ago, we finally caught up with the source, the head of the Appaloosa family who faked his death…”

“We fought them, but Tonks was still a bit short-handed and got injured in the process. We took refuge in a street in the Lower East Side, where we met Lupin, who was dying.”

Lupin nodded with a wry smile. "If it weren't for Moody... I'm afraid I really would be dead..."

Moody continued, "The Appaloosa family may appear harmless on the surface, but they are actually a powerful family in the black market, so New York is not actually safe."

“If I take them for proper treatment, it is very likely that our location will be exposed, attracting the attention of the Appaloosa family, or even leading to an attack.”

"So after giving them some basic treatment, I immediately moved to another location and hid them temporarily to reduce contact with others and avoid causing more trouble."

"The fact that the Appaloosa family would resort to the risky tactic of 'faking death' shows that what they want to do is actually imminent. Therefore, I need to understand the development of the situation before making any further plans."

"This is another continent, the territory of the Magical Congress. We can't act as recklessly as we do in Europe, or we'll easily be tricked by the local wizards! They don't have a good impression of European wizards!"

“It’s fortunate that Vizet found you, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to contact you through Headmaster Dumbledore,” Professor McGonagall remarked.

“Otherwise, Tonks might really be in mortal danger… Even if he survives, he’ll probably end up like you, with an incurable injury.”

“Hehe! That’s an Auror’s medal, Tonks himself said so!” Moody gave a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Although his abilities aren’t quite there yet, at least he knows what he’s doing.”

He looked at Vizette with both eyes. "So, you're the one who discovered our whereabouts. How did you do it? Where did I leave a clue?"

……

Vizette explained, "Just at the very end... where you left that alley, you found traces left by the disguised Magus."

"So it was a stroke of luck that when Minister Fudge came to arrest people, he happened to see Miss Tonks' transformation... and knew that she was a disguised Magus."

"That's a major mistake!" Moody's tone turned stern. "Tonks is still too young! His understanding of the Disguise Magus technique is also inadequate!"

His demonic eyes darted wildly. "If she officially becomes an Auror, this flaw will be fatal! She'll need serious special training when we get back to England!"

"Mr. Moody," Vizette asked, "do you know where the Appaloosa family is hiding their fire dragon?"

“We haven’t had time to investigate yet.” Moody shook his head. “We haven’t had time to look for clues.”

Vizette continued, "Mr. Moody, if they give the dragon the Living Hell Potion, where do you think they'll hide it?"

“Living Hell Potion…” Moody murmured. “I suspect they’ll be hiding it in the sewers!”

"That's just a guess! I've been hiding with Tonks and the others in the slums because it's more chaotic there and harder to be found."

"It is precisely because of the chaos in the slums that if there is a problem with the living facilities, it takes a lot of time to solve it."

Following Moody's lead, Wizette asked, "Mr. Moody, could it be... that you relocated people from several slums and encountered the same unusual situation in each one?"

Moody nodded, a hint of approval in his otherwise normal eyes. "Exactly! The sewers are severely clogged... This will further delay the repairs!"

Vizette frowned. "Something too similar... the Living Hell Potion... the Fire Dragon... it really could be in the sewers!"

"What a crazy idea!" Moody's eyes darted around wildly. "A dragon and a werewolf... Are these wizards insane? Do they really want to break the secrecy laws?"

"Lupin, we should get going!" Professor McGonagall said solemnly. "We need to inform the Magical Congress about this, or New York will be in big trouble!"

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In the Brownsville neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York, Liam Grevis appears with a team of wizards.

He had just finished dividing the teams when an owl suddenly appeared, circled above his head once, and dropped a letter from the Magic Congress.

He frowned, vaguely sensing something, quickly tore open the letter, and then his expression changed.

"You!" he called out to a few strikers, "Follow me to the sewers! The rest of you, continue searching for werewolves!"

"If the werewolves try to resist, there's no need for three warnings; attack directly! Forcibly bring them back! Be careful!"

Amidst a chorus of agreement, Grevis raised his wand and ripped open the manhole cover beside him.

The stuntman behind him was confused. "Director Grevis, what exactly happened?"

"A fire dragon might be lurking here!" Grevis pressed his wand to his head. "Water-based Qi fusion!"

A bubble the size of a goldfish bowl appeared and loomed over his head. "Move now! They want to destroy New York with a fire dragon!"

Chapter 93 The Fire Dragon in the Sewers

Upon entering the sewers, Liam Grevis couldn't help but lament that without the protection of the Bubble Head Curse, he felt he would have been overwhelmed by the stench even with a single breath.

Even with the help of the magical illumination spell, the visibility in the sewers was not very high, and the stench seemed to have solidified, almost turning into a mist.

"Whirlwind Sweep!" Grevis waved his wand, and a whirlwind appeared out of thin air, carrying away the surrounding filth from the manhole cover.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and walked in front to scout the way, saying, "Stay alert! Use the Protection Charm immediately; it's more effective against the fire dragon than the Ironclad Charm!"

The fire dragon might be hiding in such a narrow place, and both the Aurors and the strikers were on edge. Any slight movement would make their hearts jump.

As you go deeper into the sewers, the surrounding air becomes increasingly humid, almost like a slimy substance clinging to your bare skin.

A drop of viscous liquid dripped down from above and stuck right onto Grevis's wand.

Grevis forced himself to swallow, wiping the liquid away with his fingers, his mouth slightly open as if he were about to gag.