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

A white-collar worker looked out the window and sighed in despair, "They escaped..."

He seemed to have lost all confidence and hope, and slowly slid down the windowsill to slump to the ground.

A portly middle-aged man angrily shouted, "We pay taxes and we're just feeding a bunch of bastards like this! I'm going to sue them until they're bankrupt!"

He seemed to have gone mad, pounding on the windowpane repeatedly, as if trying to attract the dragon's attention.

The bespectacled reporter, camera in hand, exclaimed with a similar madness in his eyes, "Fire dragon! This is absolutely breaking news! This world is definitely not as simple as it seems! The lizardmen must be real too!"

He kept pressing the button, jumping up and down on the edge of the window, trying to find various suitable angles to photograph all those fire dragons.

……

Seeing the patrol officers and firefighters retreat, Huolong narrowed its eyes slightly, shook its head gently, but did not let the flames dissipate.

It aimed at the South Tower of the World Trade Center next to it, let out a sudden "humph," and dazzling blue flames burst from its nostrils, striking the base of the building.

The fire dragon's actions were like a command, and the other fire dragons also sprang into action, their red and blue flames surging forth and engulfing the building.

The flames spread outwards like a raging sea, quickly engulfing part of the South Tower. Glass and steel shattered under the intense heat, producing a deafening roar.

A Romanian longhorn dragon flew into the air and spewed a pillar of fire at the waist of the building. The pillar of fire was like an arrow and pierced directly through the middle of the building.

The flames ignited various flammable materials inside the building, which then exploded outwards, forming a huge vortex of fire. The South Tower looked as if it had been encased in a swimming ring.

The fire spread rapidly inside the South Tower, greedily devouring every floor. The high temperature caused the steel structure to twist and deform, and the glass curtain walls shattered one after another.

Those trapped in the World Trade Center felt increasingly unable to breathe, their eyes filled with despair, seemingly having given up all hope and resigned themselves to perish in the flames.

Some people even knelt on the ground, put their hands together in a prayer gesture, and murmured words of repentance, intending to try harder in their next life.

……

"I can't die... These are all precious documents..." The reporter inhaled a lot of smoke, and his consciousness was gradually fading.

He held the camera in his hand, intending to take a few more photos before embracing it and protecting it carefully.

“That place…” He caught a glimpse of something unusual out of the corner of his eye and immediately looked up with difficulty.

From the rust-like clouds, a pure black mist appeared. The black mist seemed to be alive, rapidly approaching his direction, getting closer and closer... until it crashed into the windowpane.

The reporter was stunned. The swirling black mist quickly dissipated, transforming into the appearance of a black-haired boy.

The black-haired boy glanced at him, then looked at the others in the building, his lips trembling slightly, as if he were muttering something;

Then the black-haired boy raised the wooden stick in his hand and gently swung it at him. An invisible force instantly appeared and pushed him directly out of the building.

Not only was he pushed out of the building, but all the people on the same floor as him were also pushed out and enveloped in the scorching air outside.

"A fire dragon has appeared..." The reporter quickly raised his camera and started snapping photos of the boy's back. "What's appearing now? A dragon slayer? Or... a god?"

He only had time to take a few photos before a soft touch stopped him from behind.

The reporter quickly looked behind him and saw that the thing blocking his way looked like a mattress, but it was much larger than what any manufacturer would produce.

He looked up along the edge of the mattress and saw several strange-looking people in the air. They were dressed in black robes and sat on old-fashioned brooms, like wizards from a legend.

"Roar!"

The fire dragons that were lurking around spotted them and immediately flapped their wings and pounced on them.

The black-haired boy from before, shrouded in black mist, flew towards them.

The black-haired boy said to the wizards, "Take them away from here. I'll lure these fire dragons away first, and then they can come and support me. We'll take the fire dragons to Central Park!"

"As ordered!"

Amidst the cheers of agreement, the boy transformed once more into a cloud of black mist, plunging headlong into the onrushing fire dragons.

The black mist spread out in an instant, like a hedgehog spitting out several sharp points. The fire dragons couldn't dodge in time. Although their scales helped them block the sharp points, their fleshy wings were still pierced with several holes.

After this attack, the fire dragon immediately shifted its target, circling around the black mist that the boy had transformed into, and continuously spewing dragon breath at it.

The black mist would sometimes transform into human form, with a glowing shield around it to defend against the dragon breath that attacked all at once from the fire dragons;

At times, it would transform from human form into black mist, unleashing several sharp attacks on the fire dragon, and carrying the fire dragon away from the building.

The reporters and others were taken to another area where there were also several people behaving strangely.

These people wielded their wooden sticks and worked together to extinguish the last flame before walking towards them.

"Here! Deal with these people!"

While they were passing by, the reporter realized what was happening and immediately pulled down his pants to hide the camera inside.

"I'm leaving it to you! We still need to assist Mr. Lovegood!"

"Okay! Be safe!"

After a brief handover, the wizard riding a broomstick soared into the sky and flew towards the distant place where the black mist and fire dragon were fighting.

The reporter opened his mouth, then asked with great difficulty, "Who exactly are you people?"

“Us? You don’t need to know that…” The person who answered him raised the wooden stick and gently opened and closed his lips, “Forget everything!”

Chapter 97 If he were to become an Auror at the Magic Congress…

If it weren't for the fire dragon chasing after him, Vizette would actually be a bit like a tour guide;

He led a group of Aurors from the Magical Congress on a tour of New York, flying from the Bronx to Queens, from Queens to Brooklyn, and from Brooklyn to Manhattan.

The situation has escalated to this point, and we can no longer care about the so-called secrecy law. We can only try to divert attention and reduce the various losses caused by it.

Solving the problem of the fire dragons entrenched in the World Trade Center would declare the fire dragon crisis resolved.

Having fought this far, Vizette and his team are nearing their physical and mental limits, and are mainly persevering through sheer willpower.

The Quidditch team members and Aurors' flying brooms showed obvious signs of burning on the branches, with the ends being severely carbonized, constantly scattering carbon dust during flight.

The silent being that Vizet had transformed into was now much smaller than before, the black mist was not swirling around as frequently as before, and the flight speed had also slowed down considerably, showing obvious signs of fatigue.

……

There were as many as ten fire dragons, and they were clearly much more energetic than Vizet and his group who were engaged in disaster relief throughout the city.

Their species are also somewhat different; they do not include small fire dragons such as the Welsh Green Dragon or the Peruvian Venomous Fang Dragon.

This group of fire-breathing dragons included three Hebrides Black Dragons, two Ukrainian Iron-bellied Dragons, two Hungarian Tree-peaked Dragons, two Romanian Longhorn Dragons, and one Swedish Short-nosed Dragon.

Among them, the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon is the most ferocious, with an extremely strong desire to attack and a very fast flight speed, constantly chasing after Vizette.

Suddenly, a Hungarian tree-peaked dragon launched an attack, flapping its wings violently and increasing its speed dramatically as it charged straight at Vizet.

"Protect them all!"

Vizette was in human form at the moment, having just cast a protective spell to block the breath of the Swedish short-nosed dragon;

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

The Romanian longhorn dragon beside him opened its mouth wide. Vizette narrowed his eyes slightly, steadied his trembling arm, and retaliated with a swift and decisive Divine Strike Shadowless Spell.

The Romanian horned dragon was unable to dodge in time and had one of its horns sliced ​​off by the sword energy of the Divine Sharpness Curse. It let out a series of mournful howls and flapped its wings to retreat.

Vizette caught a glimpse of the menacing Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon out of the corner of his eye. If he tried to transform into a Silent One, he risked being swallowed whole.

He wasn't sure if the fire dragon, capable of breathing fire, would be as fragile as the eight-eyed giant spider, or if it would be fraught with danger.

With a quick thought, he turned his wand around, pointed it at the Quidditch team members who had arrived, and then pulled it back sharply, turning the charcoal dust into a staircase and dragging it in front of him.

Vizette stepped onto the stairs and pushed off sharply, rising a body length above the ground and narrowly avoiding the bite of the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon.

The Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon missed its target, sparks flying from between its teeth. It then abruptly turned its head upwards and unleashed a scorching dragon breath at Vizet.

Vizette exhaled and, taking advantage of the moment when the Hungarian Tree Peak Dragon turned its head, transformed back into a Silent One, narrowly dodging the scorching dragon breath.

He controlled the Silencer to crash into the Hungarian Tree-Peaked Dragon. The Hungarian Tree-Peaked Dragon had no time to react and was hit on the back, instantly losing its balance and falling downwards, only managing to let out a mournful cry.

Before Vizet could catch her breath, the surrounding air suddenly began to distort, and hot air churned in the air.

Another Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon appeared, its breath ready to burst forth. The Hebrides Black Dragon flew to the side, forming a pincer movement with the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon, also preparing its own breath.

"Retreat the enemy three feet!"

"Shattered to pieces!"

Two beams of magical light appeared. One struck the Hebdiri Islands Black Dragon, causing its head to tilt to the side and its breath to change direction, almost hitting the Swedish Short-nosed Dragon that had just stepped forward.

Another attack struck the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon, which roared in pain as several scales were blasted off its head.

……

"Finally caught up!"

"These fire dragons are not easy to deal with!"

"Mr. Lovegood! Are you alright?"

The Quidditch team members and Aurors watched with concern while casting spells to attack the fire dragon, guiding it aside and relieving Vizzet's stress.

The initial interactions between the Aurors and Vizette were not exactly pleasant.

Firstly, it happened around noon. From the few words spoken by Director Liam Grevis, they learned that someone had come to cause trouble for the Magical Congress. This person was an English wizard named Vizet.

Secondly, Vizette's face was too young, which made them suspicious from the beginning of their meeting. Could such a student who had not yet graduated really lead them to restrain the fire dragon and fully implement the plan?

Thirdly, because of Vizet's status as an Obscurial, the Aurors knew more about her than ordinary wizards, and naturally knew what an Obscurial and an Obscurial were, and were worried that Vizet would lose control in the battle.