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

Since it was an outdoor seminar, the original dinner was changed to a buffet prepared by several house-elves.

Most of the people present seemed distracted, glancing from time to time at the increasingly dim sky as they waited for the moon to rise higher and higher.

Vizette and Luna, on the other hand, didn't have such worries, moving between different dining areas and enjoying the local house-elves' culinary skills.

Once the moon was high in the sky, the focus of the participants in the seminar shifted again.

Whenever there was any movement around them, they would immediately look around to see if Akinbad and the others had returned.

……

Suddenly, a commotion came from behind the bushes, and several large cats carrying packages appeared, followed by a familiar figure.

Vizette and Luna greeted each other in unison, "Good evening, Mr. Tritops."

Luna looked at the large cats carrying packages. "Mr. Tritopus, these are cats...right?"

She took a few steps forward and reached out to touch the forehead of one of the raccoon cats. The raccoon cat slowly narrowed its eyes, showing no resistance.

……

“Good evening.” Scott Tritops nodded. “That’s right! These are Tritops’ signature cats and raccoons, now providing delivery services for wizards in New York.”

"The buildings here are quite tall, and there are some places that owls can't easily reach, plus they're too conspicuous. Using a cat-like creature is a great choice; it can roam freely through the streets and alleys..."

After a brief explanation, he looked at Vizette and said, "As for collecting materials... you can come directly to me, don't be shy."

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Vizette smiled and shook her head. "Mr. Akinbad and the others... felt they should do something, so they took on this task."

“Haha! That’s really amazing…” Scott Tritops laughed. “I never thought they would search all that way and finally find me.”

"Is it because some materials are hard to obtain?" Vizette murmured. "Because of the recent accident?"

“Yes!” Scott Tritops said. “The Magical Congress has been particularly strict about the Living Hell Potion and all the ingredients used to make it lately.”

“So these materials…” Vizet frowned slightly, looking at the cats and raccoons carrying bundles on their backs.

“That’s understandable, after all, it’s the Appaloosa family’s black market business… But aren’t there any risks involved in what you’re doing?”

“Thank you for your concern!” Scott Tritops smiled. “We’ve only just established ourselves in New York; there’s no need for us to openly oppose the Magical Congress!”

“These materials are from a legal source… or rather, we are able to legally sell these materials to them by using your name.”

“Using…” Vizette was somewhat surprised, “my name?”

“You didn’t expect that, did you? At least those Aurors are decent people!” Scott Tritops said. “At least for now, those Aurors still remember what happened to you.”

"When we went to the Magic Council to submit our application, it was already time for the Magic Council to close and all the staff were going home. Then we passed by a few Aurors who were hunting down dark wizards."

“The Aurors recognized us and asked us a few questions. When they heard that you needed these materials, they took over the work of the other staff and started to handle this matter.”

"However, the necessary procedures still need to be followed. Those Animagus are going through the procedures, signing some simple magical contracts to prevent them from abusing these materials."

Chapter 117 Sleepy Beans and Knife

The Tritops family has only just established themselves in New York, so they still have a lot to do.

Scott Tritops and Wizette exchanged a few pleasantries, removed the package from the cat, and left Central Park.

Not long after, Babajid Akinbad and the others returned, their expressions remarkably similar;

Aside from his bloodshot eyes and a hint of excitement, there was also a strange sense of pleasure in his expression.

The wizards present noticed the group's unusual behavior and tentatively asked, "Are you... planning to test the medicine together?"

Akinbad nodded, a strange smile on his face, and said in a somewhat muffled voice, "Sleepy Beans are strictly controlled now, it's not easy to get your hands on them here!"

The wizard in the group mumbled something similar, “That’s right! Since we’re already there, we might as well get a lot more. There’s no harm in testing the medicine together!”

Another wizard in the group agreed, "Look, there's a suspended bridge in the sky... it looks just like the moon. This must be my good luck; this potion is sure to succeed!"

The other wizards were somewhat amused and exasperated. "A hallucination appearing out of nowhere... an intense sense of self-confidence... this is the effect of mature mandrake."

Akinbad and his group behaved reasonably well, except that their expressions were somewhat out of control, their speech was a bit slurred, and their words were somewhat incoherent.

They could only take out the mandrake leaves after the potion was brewed.

……

The house-elves had left, and under Professor McGonagall's arrangement, they left behind several long tables to set up cauldrons and process materials.

Vizette did not participate. Instead, she stood aside, opened her notebook, flipped to the page where no words had been written, and wrote down the entire potion recipe.

In addition to the process of brewing the potion recipe, he added a lot of annotations to explain each step as clearly as possible.

When he finished doing all this, he found that the crucible was still bubbling, and the liquid inside was a deep purple color.

A wizard frowned, looked at a small bowl next to him, then picked up the bowl and threw several dried-up lumps into the crucible.

The lumps melted rapidly in the crucible, and the liquid bubbled out in regular, fish-eye-like patterns. The color also seemed to change, appearing to become deeper.

Before the wizard could even relax his brow, he saw the liquid's color grow increasingly strange, as if it had been mixed with ink, turning into a bizarre gray, almost the color of asphalt.

Vizette walked over to Luna and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong with them?"

“Some step must have gone wrong.” Luna blinked. “I just looked at your notes; it seems the amount of sleep-inducing bean juice wasn’t enough.”

“Vizet, you should help take a look…” Professor McGonagall said from the side, “Most wizards usually specialize in only one area, such as… Transfiguration magic.”

She lowered her voice and continued, "I've seen many similar cases... because after the OWL exams, the results will determine whether you can continue studying a particular subject in the next academic year."

"If I remember correctly... the method for brewing the Living Hell Potion is part of the sixth year curriculum; many of the wizards present probably only know the recipe but have never brewed this potion themselves."

“Hogwarts was founded very early, and other magic schools were affected to some extent, adopting a similar promotion system... so they also encountered similar situations.”

……

Just as Vizette and the others were talking, another wizard did something that caused the cauldron in front of him to explode, turning his face black with soot.

Vizette was momentarily dazed, feeling that the wizard's appearance seemed to overlap with that of one of her Gryffindor classmates...

Immediately afterwards, another crucible malfunctioned. The liquid inside turned an eerie blue and was bubbling out. The splashed liquid landed on the table and instantly corroded a hole.

This time, Vezet observed very carefully, and just as Luna had said, the problem was with the processing of the sleep beans, making it difficult to obtain a sufficient amount of concentrated juice.

Vizette and Luna shook their heads in unison, their voices tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "I think I can guess what Professor Snape would say..."

To prevent the last two crucibles from malfunctioning, Vizet immediately stepped forward.

The two wizards standing in front of the cauldron looked up after hearing footsteps.

Lorenzo Flores said with a hint of helplessness, "Strange thing... I really did brew the Living Hell Potion..."

Another wizard nodded in agreement, then said somewhat awkwardly, "We've all brewed Hellfire Elixir before, and with a pretty good success rate, which is why we decided to come out and help brew the potion..."

“Let me take a look first…” Vizette nodded, his gaze sweeping over the materials on the table, and said unhurriedly, “We still have extra materials, so there’s no need to be so nervous.”

Hearing his calm words of comfort, the two wizards unconsciously responded with "okay," and seemed less flustered than before, with the helplessness between their brows dissipating considerably.

……

Vizette held each material in her hands to feel it, and finally picked up the knife she had used to process the sleep beans. "The problem is with the knife... I was careless."

He picked up a sleep bean, pressed it gently between his thumb and forefinger, and said, “The sleep beans we use now are different from the sleep beans we used to use.”

“In the early days, wizards would usually have to plant Sleepy Beans to obtain them. Once they had taken root and sprouted, they would use fresh Sleepy Beans to make the Living Hell Potion.”

"Now things have changed. To make them easier to store, Sleepy Beans go through a drying process, which magically protects the skin, making it hard and difficult to handle."

"That's why silver knives are needed. Silver has the magical property of 'purifying,' which can purify the magic on the skin of the Sleepy Bean, allowing it to be cut and juiced."

Vizette raised the bronze knife in her hand. "Bronze has different magical properties than silver, so it cannot purify the magic on the Sleepy Bean's skin, making it difficult to cut..."

He put down the bronze knife and looked at the two surviving crucibles. The liquid had changed color, from dark purple to purple, indicating that it had been overcooked and its effect had weakened.

“To ensure quality, we need to clean the crucible and start brewing the potion again…” Vizet murmured, taking his wand from his pocket. “Clean it up!”

Five crucibles flew to him and were cleaned by a cleansing spell as if they were lined up.

He set up the first crucible, snapped his fingers to reignite the flame, and then raised his wand, pointing it at the two ingredients on the table.

A glass bottle floated up first, accompanied by a series of soft crackling sounds. The cap of the bottle, which was floating in mid-air, was opened, and the mugwort infusion inside flew out and fell into one of the crucibles.

The moonflower beside it also floated into the air. Vizet raised her wand and waved it gently a few times, cutting the moonflower into uniquely shaped pieces, which then drifted into the same cauldron...

Chapter 118: Is it about multitasking?

"Actually, besides cutting, we have another method we can use, which is to utilize the side of the blade..."

Vizette first waved her wand toward the cauldron, then gripped the bronze knife in her hand. "Like this, suppress half a sleep bean..."

While he was squeezing the sleep beans with the side of the copper knife, the spoon in the crucible was not idle either, stirring on its own under the effect of the levitation spell.

The four crucibles lined up next to it also came to life, their flames seemingly coming alive, snaking out in the shape of snakes, and gradually crawling under the four crucibles to slowly burn.

The process is almost identical: first, the mugwort infusion is poured into the crucible, and then the moonflower also floats into the air.

Vizette was tasked with processing the Sleepy Beans, and another copper knife was used to neatly shred the Moon Dew Flowers, leaving irregular fragments that fell into the crucible like snowflakes.

As the spoon is stirred evenly in circles, the liquid in the crucible quickly changes, emitting pale blue steam.

“Oh right, I also need to write this down…” Vizet muttered, and the notebook flew out of his pocket.