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

"Lumos!"

Serena Pendragon whispered an incantation, illuminating the entire cellar hall.

A dozen or so bloodied Muggles appeared before her, their skin peeled off in half and hanging around their waists like skirts, looking both bizarre and terrifying.

These Muggles should still be alive; their indistinct flesh trembled slightly, and they could occasionally let out painful whimpers.

Near the corner, dozens of Muggle corpses were piled up, their abdomens cut open and their organs removed.

“Skin Bank…” Serena Pendragon murmured. “No wonder Isaiah is full of wandering wizards, and after wandering for so long, they haven’t been taken in by the Wizarding Council.”

"They are truly despicable! I have to say, the more I interact with and learn about the Isaiah Society, the more innocent and harmless I feel.

“There are advantages to wandering; at least it kept the Isaiah organization very well hidden,” Ominnis Gaunt said. “If it weren’t for that artifact, we probably wouldn’t have known about such an organization.”

“We’re not too late; at least some of them can survive.” Sebastian Salu frowned as he examined the Muggles’ injuries. “I’m not good at healing; what should we do next?”

"First, put the skin back on," Ominnis Gunter said. "I remember around Christmas, Vizet sent some invigorating potions. Give them some."

The three immediately sprang into action. After a series of rescue efforts, the skinned Muggles were out of danger and fell into a deep sleep, their chests rising and falling rhythmically.

"His Christmas presents are indeed quite nice," Sebastian Saru praised, "but after all this fighting, we're really running out of potions."

Serena Pendragon held up the newspaper. "Look at what's on the cover! The World Trade Center in New York was attacked again!"

She read the newspaper to Ormenus Gaunt and concluded with a remark: "Such a huge incident as a fire dragon attack, and the North American Muggle government was willing to cooperate in covering it up, things seem to be more than they appear!"

Sebastian Saru curled his lip. "According to past practice, the Isaiah Council must have communicated with the government there. I guess the Muggles are going to use guns and artillery to come here and deal with us."

Serena Pendragon said, "Then let's take a break for a while. Let North America do whatever it wants!"

"The consumption of potions is indeed very high. I can take advantage of this time to brew some more potions for future battles."

Chapter 108 The Lost Thick-Beaked Parrot

"What should we do with those we just captured?" Sebastian Salou asked. "Should we kill them now, or pick a time?"

Ominis Gaunt suggested, "Serena just mentioned a good suggestion: use the Living Hell Potion to control them..."

"Since North America is sending people over, we can't let them leave empty-handed. We just need them to help deal with the Isaiah Society members..."

Sebastian Saru glanced at the corpse in the corner, nodded, and said, "Good suggestion. They've killed so many Muggles; it's time they paid their dues!"

“I have no objection either,” Serena Pendragon said. “When we surrounded them in Mumbai, we seized some Hellfire Potion, which will come in handy.”

Flames erupted deep within the cellar as the three, carrying the surviving Muggles, slowly stepped into the cellar passage.

Ominnis Gunter asked, "The situation seems a bit different in North America... Will the Isaiah's decision to proceed with the plan this time bring more uncertainty?"

“Probably not.” Serena Pendragon took out the folded Mesopotamian Daily. “Since there are Muggles who pay attention to dragons, there will naturally be Muggles who pay attention to other things.”

“Vizet?” Sebastian Salou chimed in. “He handled things beautifully this time! No wonder you said we didn’t need to go there ourselves.”

Ominis Gunn nodded. "The significance lies in having those who can mobilize the Magical Congress to work together to accomplish this..."

“So we should have faith in him!” Serena Pendragon laughed, “just like the Isaiahs… had faith in their former Lord.”

Sebastian Salou was the first to emerge from the cellar. "Of course!"

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“Have faith in my Lord,” Halpert said. “This success in New York shows that everything is under our control.”

A hesitant voice said, "Death and plague—only death can be considered a real success."

"The timing is off... The deaths that should have occurred on February 26th... have been delayed until now, a full six months have passed... and those werewolves..."

Another voice countered, "Werewolves are the most marginalized group among wizards, so it's normal for them to be besieged and controlled like this."

"Instead of infecting wizards with wolf disease, we should figure out how to deal with Muggles, which would bring more plague...and death."

“That’s a good suggestion,” Halbo agreed. “If it can be implemented successfully, you will be rewarded when our Lord succeeds!”

“Famine is always present… but death, plague, and war are not long enough… although the Appaloosa family has been eliminated, they have already made the greatest contribution!”

"It is time to turn our attention to the Middle East...to bring enough death, plague and war there...Ladies and gentlemen, let us pause for a moment to mourn for the Appaloosa family, and then strive onward!"

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After about a week of rest, New York, which had been hit by a firestorm and a torrential downpour, has finally returned to its usual hustle and bustle.

Due to the large amount of follow-up work that needs to be done, all offices and council chambers of the Magic Congress have been requisitioned and cannot be used as venues for international symposiums.

After active negotiation and communication, the Animagus International Symposium changed its location and moved to Central Park to continue.

Unlike before, the road leading into Wizard Central Park was devoid of any Muggles; instead, it was filled with various animals.

A peregrine falcon descended from the sky, its feathers shed, and it transformed into the form of Babajid Akinbad, appearing before Vizette and Luna.

“Young people really do think differently from us…” He turned and glanced behind him, “Those animals are all Animagus…”

"To avoid unnecessary trouble, this road is covered with Muggle-repelling spells so that they don't mistake it for part of the zoo."

Vizette chuckled and replied, "We just visited the zoo."

"We just met a thick-beaked parrot..." Luna couldn't help but chuckle. "He seemed lost, wandering around the zoo for a long time..."

Vizette laughed too, "It also attracted the attention of quite a few administrators, who chased after him all the way."

“We just happened to be passing by, helped him out of his troubles, and then brought him here…”

He pointed to a tree in front of him, where a thick-beaked parrot stood with its head held high, looking proud.

Several dogs of different breeds stood under the tree, all looking up and barking at the thick-beaked parrot. The normally noisy thick-beaked parrot, however, didn't want to pay any attention to them at this moment.

The reason for this was that the thick-beaked parrot almost made a fool of itself, so it simply flew to a tree and remained silent to avoid communicating with other wizards.

“Thick-beaked parrot…” Babajid Akinbad murmured, frowning as if thinking about something, “It should be a wizard from Mexico… his name seems to be Lorenzo Flores.”

“I had some exchanges and communication with him about Animagus a couple of years ago, and the reason he’s here to attend this seminar is probably because he has also succeeded.”

Castelobusch is a magic school in South America, located deep in a tropical rainforest in Brazil;

Unlike the castle-like school buildings of Hogwarts, Castelobsha's school buildings are square, resembling an ancient temple.

As Babajid Akinbad walked, he said, "Actually, in the last century, there were quite frequent exchanges between magic schools."

"Like Castelo Bash, President Dumbledore once told me that he had interacted with students at Hogwarts when he was studying there..."

"He said that he was young and hot-blooded at the time, and had a dispute with students of Castelobusch over the ownership of a hidden school of magic..."

"However, with the start of the World Wizarding War... and the subsequent appearance of Voldemort, exchanges between magic schools decreased."

"That's a real shame," Wizette remarked.

Babajid Akinbad continued, "Especially Hogwarts... because of Voldemort's appearance, there has been significant discord within the school, and the voices have become much quieter in recent years."

"However, your appearance has vindicated Hogwarts, especially that paper, which was really well written and gave me a sense of enlightenment."

"Fortunately, I work for the International Federation of Wizards, which is why I was able to read that paper in Transfiguration Today on the recommendation of President Dumbledore."

Wizette coughed lightly and quickly said, "Mr. Akinbad... you're too kind."

Chapter 109 Foreseeable Conflict

“It truly felt like a sudden enlightenment,” Babajid Akinbad emphasized. “To be honest… after reading that paper, I always miss my days in Wajadu…”

He sighed deeply and said with great emotion, "Only after starting work do you realize how wonderful student life really was... Guess how long it took me to finish reading that paper?"

Vizette asked instinctively, "Just reading the paper?"

“It seems you were a good student at school, good at asking questions.” Akimbad laughed. “Yes, you just read through the paper without skipping or skimming.”

“I can only speak to my personal reading habits…” Vizette murmured, “I usually look up relevant books first and read them together… It takes about two hours, I guess?”

“Good habit.” Akinbad nodded in agreement. “I guess I need to extend this time… to five days?”

"It took me a whole week to finally finish reading your paper and get a basic understanding of what it was about... Isn't that a bit unexpected?"

Vizette remained noncommittal. "It's probably because the International Wizarding Federation is too busy that they can't spare that much time, right?"

“You’re absolutely right,” Akinbad shook his head and chuckled, as if mocking himself. “For the first three days, I could only read about half a page…”

"When I got back to my lodgings, after reading half a page, I would feel dizzy and lightheaded. All I wanted to do was take care of the mandrake and get a good night's sleep."

"Mandelabra?" Vizette asked with a hint of curiosity. "Mr. Akinbad, do you also grow a mandrake?"

“Yes…this isn’t exactly a docile plant.” Akinbad said with pride and satisfaction. “Recently, many people have needed mandrake, and I’ve been the one providing it…”

"However, if you want to pick the leaves of the mandrake, you have to give it plenty of dragon manure to keep it in a good mood... otherwise it will sneak out of the soil... and that would be very dangerous!"

“I remember the leaves of mature mandrakes…have strong hallucinogenic properties,” Vizette said thoughtfully. “Mr. Akinbad, do they like this hallucinogenic property?”

At least according to the records of Hogwarts, brewing tea with mandrake leaves was something that many medieval wizards would unconsciously want to do in their leisure time;

Some wizards are able to invent new magic as a result, while others will expose themselves and be caught by Muggles and burned at the stake, where they will be burned alive because they are too confused to cast spells.

……

“Hmm…” Akinbad pursed his lips, glanced at Vizette, and then gently shook his head. “It’s not because of that…”

"Back to that paper, although I could only read the first half of it for the first three days, I memorized all the content... I'll review it again during my spare time..."

"Then I rediscovered the feeling I had when I was studying. I spent a day reading the rest of the material and another day memorizing everything... and then it all suddenly became clear!"