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

"With non-silver knives, the only way to extract juice from a sleep bean is by squeezing it. Press down on half of the sleep bean with the side of the knife, but don't use too much force..."

The pen, held aloft, pressed against the paper and began to write fluently as Vizette spoke.

Stirring the crucible, processing materials with a copper knife, automatically recording with a notebook and pen, and Wizette personally handling the sleep beans—all happening at the same time.

It was as if several invisible hands appeared, working together with exquisite detail to accomplish all of this.

The wizards standing around unconsciously widened their eyes, unsure of where to focus their attention.

Observing how Wizette handles the sleep beans is important, but the floating copper knives and notebooks can also inadvertently attract their attention.

"Is this also a levitation spell?"

"I usually only use it to move boxes..."

"Isn't this how it's used? This spell is simple, but difficult to control..."

……

While the wizards were discussing the levitation spell, Lorenzo Flores' focus was different. He gazed intently at the Moon Dew Flower Roots floating in mid-air.

As a graduate of Castelobusch, even though he did not continue studying Potions in his sixth year, he still had a clear understanding of the herbs he had come into contact with.

When processing various herbs, it is certainly possible to cut them into evenly sized pieces, which is a convenient and foolproof method.

However, to fully unleash the magical properties, more meticulous processing is required, with dynamic adjustments made based on the different shapes and sizes of the herbs.

The way Wizette is handling things now clearly follows this principle;

Having just handled the herbs, he had already made a plan in his mind about what shape he should process them into when it came time to actually handle them.

Lorenzo Flores could guess Vizette's purpose in doing this;

The remaining materials were not as much as expected, and more meticulous processing was required to make five servings of the Living Hell Soup.

However, what surprised him most was that Vizet had put all these things together in one go;

The Silent Levitation Charm controls the crucible and knives... The Silent, Staffless Fire-Starting Charm controls the flames...

In addition to ensuring that the herbs are cut precisely, it can also float up a notebook and pen to add some key points;

When wizards asked questions, Vizette could even help answer them without neglecting her own work...

Is this a distraction?

Lorenzo Flores wasn't sure.

……

Seeing Vizet multitasking and manipulating multiple items at the same time, Luna couldn't help but laugh.

She recalled some secrets Vizette told her during their time in the cloisters: "He told me several times... Professor Snape didn't like him like that..."

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall snapped out of her reverie and murmured in surprise.

Luna explained, "Because Professor Snape felt... he should now focus on processing the materials and building a solid foundation, which is the key."

"He told me that Professor Snape said something like this... to use your hands to feel the materials, to use your hands to use the tools, and to make that feeling a habit."

“Vizet’s technique is very skillful… his use of the Levitation Charm is excellent…” Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses. “Philius… Professor Flitwick will be very happy.”

Luna nodded, but her gaze drifted to the side as if she were searching for something. "However, to avoid unnecessary trouble... we still need to keep his secret..."

……

“Tea brown… even with the addition of moonflower roots, it will still turn deep purple…” Vizet had finished processing all the materials, and the rest became simple.

The liquid in the crucible turned brownish-red, and even though it was being stirred at a constant speed, the reflection of the waning moon remained unchanged.

This is a positive sign, indicating that using moonflower and moonflower roots as replacement materials can effectively supplement moonlight.

“Next, add the sleep beans…” As Vizet picked up a serving of sleep bean concentrate, four other servings of concentrate floated up and began to be poured in, following his movements.

The moment the concentrated broth was poured into the liquid in the crucible, the originally deep purple liquid rapidly changed to a light lilac color.

The waning crescent moon was reflected on the liquid, as if the moon had fallen onto a sea of ​​violets.

Vizette looked at the color of the liquid in the crucible and nodded in satisfaction. "All you need to do is keep stirring... There's a little trick to it too..."

"Stir counterclockwise seven times, then stir clockwise once, and repeat... This will make the potion clearer faster, and that's what Professor Snape told me."

As he checked his notebook to make sure everything was accurately recorded, the liquid in the crucible gradually became darker and clearer, and the spoon stopped stirring.

At this moment, the crucible is like a well, and the Hellfire Elixir is like the water in the well, as calm as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.

The incredibly clear moon was reflected in the crucible, creating a stark contrast with the silent, living hell potion.

Babajid Akinbad and the others were also called over, each holding a clear bottle containing a mandrake leaf.

After taking out the mandrake leaves, their gazes returned to calm, their expressions showing a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

“Mr. Akinbad, you can put the hair and the hawk moth pupae in as well, and finally pour in the Living Hell Potion,” Vizet said, pointing to the crucible.

The five people quickly got to work, carefully completing a series of steps. The bottle was filled with a deep, infernal potion, making it impossible to see what was happening.

The moon seemed curious as well, casting its gaze upon the bottles;

As if drawn by a force, the moonlight gradually converged into an ethereal beam of light, shining upon the bottles.

The bottle trembled slightly, making a rustling sound, as if something was being conceived...

Chapter 119 A Product That Fits Within Itself

A rustling sound came from inside the bottle, making the others uneasy as well.

"What's this noise?"

"Was it the Living Hell Potion that corroded those materials?"

"No way, right? The moonlight is also gathering on it, so it must be... changing?"

As they discussed it, the trembling of the bottle gradually subsided until it disappeared, and the living hell potion that filled it gradually decreased, as if it were being absorbed by something.

As the Living Hell Potion disappeared completely, only a sphere remained inside the clear bottle;

The spheres resemble collections of hair; they look similar in shape, but the hairs covering them are quite different.

“These colors… they’re glowing!” Babajid Akinbad squinted slightly, carefully examining the sphere with the help of a magical illumination spell.

The bottle in his hand was a sphere made of feathers, with feathers of various colors stuck to it, including black, dark gray, and dirty white.

“That’s it!” he exclaimed, as if recognizing something. “This is my Animagus! The Animagus I transformed into, the Peregrine Falcon, has feathers of these colors!”

The other four wizards holding the bottles also realized that the furballs inside were the animal forms they took after transforming into Animagus.

Two of the spheres looked different from the others; one of them was covered in scales and was likely an Animagus snake.

The other sphere was even more peculiar, appearing completely bare and more rounded than the other four, as if covered with a layer of light gray leather, with only sparse hairs at the top and bottom.

Seeing the somewhat puzzled looks on everyone's faces, the wizard explained, "This is my Animagus form... a hairless cat!"

His tone was somewhat excited, "I can recognize it! This is the color of the skin when it transforms into Animagus form."

“And here… this scar!” He pointed to the center of the sphere, where there was an irregular bump, like a healed scar.

He pulled up his sleeves to reveal his right arm. "When I was brewing potions, an accident happened, and I got a scar like this on my arm. It's almost exactly the same!"

"When I completed my Animagus training, this scar remained! When I registered with the Ministry of Magic, I used it as my distinctive feature!"

……

“It’s about the same size as mistletoe…” Vizette stepped forward, bent down slightly, and used her fingers to roughly measure the size of the sphere.

He continued refining his notes, bringing the bottle closer to examine the spheres closely. "They present different appearances... but there are also similarities..."

"The final effect of the potion is very similar to that of an Animagus, with its own unique characteristics... not only will the Animagus's fur color change, but its other features will also be revealed..."

Vizette noticed that the surroundings seemed to have quieted down, with little discussion. He straightened up and looked around, only to find that everyone was looking at him.

“Sorry, it’s a habit…” he coughed lightly and explained, “When I was learning the principles of potions from Snape, I would write down the process.”

Hearing Vizette's words, the onlookers felt somewhat ashamed.

Even now, Wizette remains immersed in the seminars, recording her thoughts and ideas.

However, they lacked this awareness, marveling only at the brilliance of Wizette's ideas and eagerly wanting to know the final result, forgetting the purpose of attending the seminar, like mere spectators joining in the fun.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a deep respect for Vizette, and they all tried to express their own views and ideas based on what they knew.

Akinbad let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with shame;

Many sorcerers from Africa shared this sentiment, their eyes revealing a similar sense of shame.

Their research on Animagus actually went further than that of other wizards;

However, due to the magical contract, he could not reveal more secrets and could only conduct his own research, sharing some minor points while circumventing the principle of the magical contract.

Based on these rudimentary materials, Vizette was able to make relevant innovations to the Animagus;

They found it hard to imagine whether the development of Animagus could have been accelerated earlier if they could share the core secrets.

……

The atmosphere became lively again, and as Vizet exchanged ideas and discussed, he recorded his insights in his notebook.

After exchanging ideas, Wizette, based on her own thoughts and the insights gained from the exchange, made a final summary.