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

Vizette looked at the sleeping Luna, let out a soft breath, and closed her eyes again.

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He was really tired today, so tired that he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes again.

Then... I'll sleep a little longer!

Chapter 101 Flooded New York

At the behest of the Magical Congress, it rained in New York City.

To ensure the maximum extent of memory erasure, the rain continued day after day, and the "magical exposure threat level" marked on the large clock also rotated counterclockwise.

Three days later, the hands of the clock returned to the "low threat" zone and could no longer go back.

Benjamin Grevis entered the Magical Congress, glanced at the clock pointing to "low threat," and sighed, "Looks like we can't go back to the past..."

"Chairman, is this rain going to continue?" Liam Grevis approached. "Some wizards have returned to normal life, but some unexpected things have happened."

"They dumped the discarded potions at their usual pace, but because the sewers in New York seemed to have flooded, the potions flowed back to the surface and came into contact with some Muggles..."

Due to the heavy rain, subway tracks and road traffic in New York City were affected, causing some flooding. It's also normal for discarded potions to be recycled.

"Touched by a Muggle?" Benjamin Grevis picked up his wand and dabbed his robes to dry them. "Something went wrong?"

“Two Muggles developed pustules and were sent to the Magical Injury Hospital for treatment.” Liam Grevis nodded. “But if this continues, I’m afraid similar things will happen again.”

“Then let this rain stop!” Benjamin Grevis said. “When I get back to my office, I’ll contact the Department of Magical Creatures Control and have them send the Thunderbird back.”

“What do we do with the ‘Magic Exposure Threat Level’ on it?” Liam Grevis asked, pointing to the large clock. “There’s a press conference at noon, will they…”

Benjamin Grevis immediately came up with a solution: "I'll notify the Department of Mysteries and have them calibrate the clocks. From now on, that will be the standard for 'zero threat'."

……

After signing a series of documents, the rain outside the office finally subsided, and through the clouds, one could vaguely see a few thunderbirds flying into the distance.

“There’s also a press conference…” Benjamin Grevis sighed, rummaged through a drawer, pulled out a beauty serum, and added it to his coffee.

In an effort to restore New York City as quickly as possible, he has been working through the night for the past few days and looks somewhat haggard. He is taking some beauty supplements to at least make himself look a little more energetic.

Before he could even put the coffee in his mouth, a mirror in the office suddenly trembled, revealing President Bill's angry face.

"Damn it!" Benjamin Grevis cursed under his breath and put down his coffee cup.

President Bill said sternly, "Mr. Benjamin Grevis, I expect the Magical Congress to provide an explanation! Do you really need to abide by any secrecy laws?"

"It's been raining in New York City for the past few days! If the rain gets any heavier and the flooding gets any worse, New York will be in a state of emergency again because of you wizards!"

"It's that serious?" He blinked slowly and wearily before speaking, "We didn't expect that just a few days of rain would put you in a state of emergency."

President Bill pursed his lips, unsure how to respond for a moment, and finally said fiercely, "How much longer do you need to rain before you can erase the people's memories?"

Benjamin Grevis glanced out the window again, and only after confirming that the Thunderbird had flown further and further away did he say, "The rain has stopped. We just sent the Thunderbird away."

President Bill's expression improved somewhat. "Once the city is repaired, I hope you can send in wizards to clear out those congested areas as well!"

Benjamin Grevis frowned slightly. "Shouldn't these be your own business?"

“The city was destroyed by fire-breathing dragons, by you wizards!” President Bill raised his eyebrows. “I have reason to suspect that the traffic congestion in New York is also related to this!”

“This is worse than we imagined! Those pictures and videos have spread so widely!” He placed a picture in front of the mirror. “Do you know how much effort we’ve had to put in to deal with this?”

“You wizards are too arrogant. The houses you casually left on the edge of cliffs and lakes are regarded as miracles by our people. Now, the person in the picture has become a believer for some religions.”

Benjamin Grevis looked closely and saw not only a fire-breathing dragon in the picture, but also Vizet, who had returned to human form and was raising his wand. "How could it be him?"

"I hope you can rein in yourselves! Keep those wizards in check!" President Bill emphasized, "especially the person in the picture!"

"I will compile a list of the areas blocked by the rain and let you know later... We have been fully cooperating with the secrecy law, and we hope you will cooperate with us as well!"

The mirror returned to normal, reflecting Benjamin Grevis's sorrowful face.

North America is a vast place, and in recent years, more and more things have emerged that he finds difficult to understand, making it increasingly difficult to uphold secrecy laws.

The Magic Congress is understaffed and unable to handle these matters fully, so it must cooperate with the Muggle government.

It was precisely because of this that the Muggle government became so powerful, leaving him feeling somewhat lost and helpless.

“Don’t they claim religious freedom? What does it matter?” Benjamin Grevis sighed deeply, as if recalling something.

“Vizet Lovegood seems to still be a student… he has to go back to Hogwarts for classes, he should be fine once he leaves New York.”

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Wizette and Luna walked along Broadway under one umbrella, the wide road beside them resembling a pond, clearly flooded.

Although it rained for three days, the rainfall was not heavy and did not reach the level of a rainstorm.

Based on my past experience, such rain would at most cause some areas to accumulate water, but it would absolutely not cause urban flooding.

A muffled rumble of thunder came from the sky, and the two of them looked up at the same time.

"It seems like something has left..." Luna stretched her hand out of her umbrella, caught a few raindrops, and gently rubbed them between her fingers. "The raindrops feel different..."

“The Thunderbirds must have left.” Vezet nodded. “They used the venom of the Thunderbirds and the Winged Demons to create a rain that would cause Muggles to lose their memories.”

Just then, a car sped past, splashing countless drops of dirty water everywhere.

Vizette waved his hand lightly, and the sewage flying towards him suddenly stopped, pressed directly to the ground by an invisible force.

He couldn't help but exclaim, "Is this really New York?"

"Hiss... You're him, right! It really is! It's all true!"

A voice suddenly came from behind, and a man wearing glasses stepped forward, blocking Vizette and Luna's path.

He was incredibly excited as he held up a picture in front of the two of them...

Chapter 102 Superpowers

The moment Vizet heard the sound, he immediately reached into his pocket and grabbed his wand, while simultaneously stepping aside to shield Luna.

After listening to what the bespectacled man said, Vizet finally spared a glance at the contents of the picture.

The background of the picture is a burning building. A Swedish short-nosed dragon appears in front of the building, spewing a dazzling blue pillar of fire from its nostrils towards a person not far away who is surrounded by a little black mist.

"Hmm?" Luna asked immediately.

The blue pillar of fire was bright enough that Vizette could see the person's face clearly, and it was none other than himself.

Seeing the wary look on Vizette's face, the bespectacled man quickly explained, "My name is Olga Goizueta... I mean absolutely no harm!"

The man was wearing a raincoat, with a slight bulge on one side of his waist, making it look like he was carrying a bag.

“I know you! You’re the one who saved New York!” He glanced to the side, then walked into a small alley and waved to Vizet and Luna.

Luna smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Let's hear what he has to say!"

“Hmm.” Vizet nodded, still gripping his wand tightly, and walked into the alley with Luna.

“You’re a superhuman, aren’t you!” Olga Goizueta got straight to the point, holding up the picture again.

"The agents are trying to erase all traces of these photos! But these things are all online, how can they be completely erased? Someone will always find out the truth."

"A superpowered person..." Luna couldn't help but chuckle, turning her head slightly to look at the corner of the wall.

“Agents…” Vizette murmured, “You mean FBI agents? Even with them involved, can’t the traces on the internet be erased?”

“Absolutely! The internet is the greatest invention in the world!” Olga Goizueta said. “It allows us to know and preserve all secrets!”

“We have a ‘data sanctuary’ on an island in the Atlantic Ocean. In the past few days, a lot of video footage about you has surfaced, and I’ve seen it all!”

Vizette listened patiently to Olga Goizueta's words, considered them carefully, and then replied, "So... you recognized me as a superhuman?"

“That’s right!” Olga Goizueta nodded repeatedly. “You should have a group of people. This is your war against the FBI, right?”

Before Wizette could reply, he continued, "This is a secret war that we don't want to make public, which is why it keeps raining in New York."

"This rain has caused amnesia among New York residents... We speculate that there is a hidden condition for amnesia... one must be a survivor of this disaster and understand how tragic it was!"

Vizette and Luna exchanged a glance, both reading surprise in each other's eyes.

"You're speculating?" Vizette frowned slightly. "It seems quite a few people can access the 'Data Shelter'..."

“It seems our prediction was correct!” Olga Goizueta said smugly. “If you don’t truly believe it’s a disaster, you won’t be affected by this rain!”

He looked at Vizette and pressed, "So whose handiwork was this rain? Was it you... or those FBI agents?"

Before Wizette could speak, he continued, "It's definitely the FBI's doing! They're planning to arrest you and take you in for analysis, which is why they arranged this rain!"

Watching Olga Goizueta's increasingly fanatical expression, Vizette pursed her lips and pondered for a moment before finally uttering a light, casual remark, "You know too much. Let's go!"

Olga Goizueta's expression changed, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked warily, "Have those people caught up with us? Can you sense them with your superpowers?"

"Let's go!" Vizet urged again, leading Luna away from the alley.

"I'll go out and check for you!" Olga Goizueta quickened her pace, ran ahead of the two, and rushed out of the alley first.

“What a kind gentleman,” Luna chuckled. “And he’s a very good storyteller.”

“So enthusiastic that he doesn’t even need a forgetting spell…” Vizette’s brow relaxed. “Telling stories… Stories of superpowered individuals are indeed quite good.”

Luna asked, "Do you consider him one of your... admirers? Like Professor Lockhart's former admirers?"