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

From this flying spell ritual, he saw not only Voldemort's terrifying talent, but also the trap it contained.

At the end of this spell, there is a trap hidden by Voldemort, which is Voldemort's own name;

The existence of this name implies that this ritual magic is inseparable from Voldemort, who will sense it and even have the ability to control this ritual magic.

If someone were to somehow obtain this ritual magic and practice it according to the entire process, their first flight might also be their last.

He will fly towards Voldemort under Voldemort's control...

Judging from Voldemort's current actions, this person may become... Voldemort's next possession target.

"No wonder he's called 'the most dangerous dark wizard in history'...at least he himself is an extremely dangerous being..."

"In that case, it needs to be improved... It contains various potion ingredients... Shall we ask Professor Snape to take a look?"

"Wouldn't that be too dangerous? Perhaps we should ask Headmaster Dumbledore first... After all, he's known as 'the only person Voldemort feared'..."

Just then, Vizette felt the pull of the "safety rope," and a thought came to him—his stardust had condensed, and he should leave this place.

"This ritual magic is too complicated. I've been thinking about it for too long... and I've only just grasped the deeper meaning of the incantation. I'll have to study it further later!"

He was already quite content with acquiring a flight spell.

As he shifted his attention away from Voldemort's Stardust, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

It was the skeletal figure that had appeared several times before, like death and destruction itself.

Vizette sensed the attention emanating from the skeletal figure, followed by an instinctive sense of crisis.

"He's going to attack me?" Without the slightest hesitation, Vizette immediately activated the "safety rope," pulling herself back at lightning speed...

Chapter 123 A fierce attack that ultimately failed

The skeletal figure extended a finger, and a green substance shaped like a ray of light shot out.

It is called green substance because it seems to have a suction force. Unlike light, it does not emit light outwards, but simply absorbs all the darkness around it and fiercely attacks Vizette.

Vizette felt a chill run through his body and soul as an unimaginably intense malice surged towards him.

He could feel that the green substance was firmly locked onto him, giving him a sense of relentless, inescapable conflict.

Vizette was on high alert. If the green substance accelerated further, he would try to avoid direct contact with it by "blowing" on it.

Although the green matter came on strong, Vizette retreated even faster, forcing the green matter to keep chasing.

"The dimness has lessened. Could it be that the skeleton... is influencing this place...? What exactly is it planning to do?"

As Vizette pondered this question, the green substance burst into a dazzling burst of light, which vanished in an instant, disappearing without a trace like a shooting star.

The only thing that lingered in Vizette's mind was the feeling of being locked on with malice, which kept him from relaxing for a moment and kept him on guard.

He didn't know how much time had passed when the feeling of being locked on vanished in an instant, leaving him somewhat bewildered. "What trick is he playing?"

"Weren't you planning to attack me? You clearly locked onto me completely, looking like you were ready to fight to the death, but now you've given up locking on..."

Vizette considered a possibility—the skeletal figure might also realize the crux of the problem, that the green matter couldn't catch up with him in the "other world."

He breathed a slight sigh of relief and looked at the starry sky in front of him, noticing some subtle changes that had occurred before and after the green substance disappeared.

"The surroundings are indeed much brighter. Since this stardust belongs to the wisdom of the pioneers... it means that 'the other world' has always been connected to the outside world... if we deduce it in reverse..."

“Those dim lights are not generated by the ‘Otherworld’ itself…or something that wouldn’t normally exist, but rather a special phenomenon that appears because that skeleton is here!”

"Putting all these things together, coupled with Ms. Pendragon's opposition to the Isaiah... the most likely scenario is... that something has been fostered because of this New York attack..."

"And the fact that these things can enter the 'other world'... and be used by that skeleton to exert some unknown effect... is what casts a shadow over the 'other world' and makes it dim!"

"If we continue speculating... that skeleton used up all the things generated by the New York attack in order to attack me... but it didn't have any effect, so it was a fruitless effort, right?"

……

Vizette returned to his own stardust, which was smaller than the Animagus stardust beside it. The two stardust orbited each other like twin stars, yet were clearly separated.

This time, he was surrounded by his own stardust, which guided him back the way he came. The surrounding stardust kept receding, and he felt increasingly tired.

"It feels like the time I've spent in the 'other world' this time has been exceptionally long... Perhaps the time I spend outside will also be extended..."

"But it should be alright... Luna will definitely tell Professor McGonagall... to let everyone go back and rest... I'm actually fine..."

As Vizette pondered this, he felt increasingly exhausted. Looking at the "Otherworld" before him, now clean and no longer shrouded in darkness, he slowly drifted off to sleep...

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Vizette slowly woke up. He didn't know how long he had slept, only that it was now daytime.

A window not far away was opened a crack, and a breeze rushed into the room through the crack, blowing the curtains that were half-drawn.

The curtains swayed gently in the breeze, their floor-length hem brushing against the blanket with a rustling sound, casting shadows that danced lightly like a waltz.

Judging from the sunlight shining through the gap, it should be around noon.

This appears to be his room, but there are many extra packages, all wrapped up like gifts, of varying sizes, and piled up in the corner of the guest room.

Vizette sat on the bed and looked at the bedside table next to her, where there was a note with a message written by Luna.

Something seems to have happened in Central Park. Professor McGonagall and I have to go to the Magical Congress. I believe you should be waking up soon, so let's grab something to eat first! See you later!

The ink in the writing wasn't completely dry; it must have been left only recently.

Just as the message mentioned, an extra plate appeared on the desk next to it, with a breakfast served at the perfect temperature.

As Wizette finished drinking the last of her milk, a rhythmic knocking sound suddenly rang out.

“Ms. Skeeter…” Wizette frowned slightly, “I thought you had already returned to England.”

“England is full of Dementors these days, it’s so depressing!” Rita Skeeter said with a broad smile. “What interesting news could a country have if all its happiness is being absorbed?”

"Moreover, I've noticed... that big news always seems to happen where you are. In that case... Mr. Lovegood, would you mind answering a few questions for me?"

"It's inconvenient," Vizette replied, closing the door behind her.

Rita Skeeter seemed to have anticipated this, and simply raised her crocodile-skin handbag to block the doorway.

"Mr. Lovegood, wouldn't you like to read today's *New York Ghost*? Or something about what happened in Central Park..."

Seeing Vizette push her handbag away, seemingly unconcerned about what she had said, Rita Skeeter's tone became urgent, "Or perhaps it's news about you..."

Just as the handbag was about to be pushed out, she quickly added a tentative question, "For example, is someone searching for you and Miss Lovegood?"

“Luna?” Vizette frowned and reopened the door. “I hope you’re not making this up.”

Rita Skeeter flashed a triumphant smile. "I never make things up!"

Boom!

This time, Vizette was even faster, slamming the door shut. Rita Skeeter, who was about to enter the room, was nearly hit in the nose.

“Yes! I do make things up…” Rita Skeeter sighed, her tone tinged with helplessness.

"But I did not lie about Miss Lovegood... I swear on my secret!"

The door opened again, and looking at the pile of gifts in the corner, she couldn't help but exclaim, "I really didn't expect this..."

"You've not only captured the Aurors of the Magical Congress, but even the wizards at the seminar... seem to have been completely captivated by you..."

Before Rita Skeeter could finish speaking, Vizet raised her wand and said slowly, "Magic can do many things, and I hope you understand that."

“I have no interest in testing your magical abilities, Mr. Lovegood,” Rita Skeeter chuckled. “Let’s get down to business!”

Chapter 124 The Showy Peacock and the Quill Pen

Rita Skeeter stopped delaying. "The Muggle world now... seems different from what the history of magic tells us, at least in North America..."

“These days I’ve been working for The New York Ghost, searching for interesting news… and that’s when this happened…”

"Several Muggles have photos of the New York attacks, and your image is captured in those photos... and that's how they're looking for you."

She opened her crocodile-skin handbag, took out the pictures, and placed them on the table. "Following the law of secrecy is a wizard's duty. I erased their memories and left these behind."

Vizette glanced at the picture. The buildings in the picture were indeed those that had been attacked by the fire dragon. This was evidence provided by Rita Skeeter to verify the credibility of her statement.

“Mr. Lovegood, aren’t you going to say anything?” Rita Skeeter took out a pen and paper from her purse. “They seem to regard you as…a god? Do you have any clue?”

“No,” Vizette replied casually. “You just mentioned the New York Ghost, what did you publish in it… about yesterday’s seminar?”

Rita Skeeter was about to speak when she heard the second half of Vizet's sentence, and could only smile helplessly, "Yes, it's about the seminar."

"Of course, most readers may have forgotten what Animagus is, and spellcasting ability isn't that important. Their focus is on you."

Vizette murmured, "Me?"

"Will you be following The New York Ghost lately?" Rita Skeeter tossed her pen and paper into the air, which automatically assumed a writing position.

Vizet shook her head. "No."

“That explains it…” Rita Skeeter said. “Perhaps for you, this is just a simple summer vacation.”

"But for the wizards in this land... they see reports about you in the newspapers every now and then..."

"Such as the 'Most Promising Newcomer Award' in 'Transfiguration Today,' awarded by the Minister of Magic himself to a promising young talent..."

“You wouldn’t be…” Wizette guessed, recalling what Rita Skeeter had just said, “republishing your article from England here, would you?”

“I’ve rearranged it!” Rita Skeeter corrected. “I also had to have native wizards proofread it and change the usage of some words. It’s not a ‘re-release’.”