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

“If you want to get in, and you succeed…” Vizet began, “you might face even heavier consequences…”

"You will not only lose the memory of coming here, but you will lose even more memories, including everything you know... about superpowers."

"Then I'll leave now?" Olga Goizueta's expression changed, seemingly having no doubt about what Vizet had said.

Vizet remained noncommittal. “My advice is… if you want to explore, it’s best to do so discreetly through surveillance cameras, investigating strange phenomena covertly, and don’t think about actually breaking into the so-called hidden world.”

"Alright, alright!" Olga Goizueta lowered her head and bit the strap, then skillfully raised her head, twisted her palm, and untied the knot that was wrapped around her palm and the handle.

“When I get back, I’ll warn them again!” He recalled the previous pictures. “If you encounter harassment from those people again… please tell me!”

“Tell you?” Vizette asked. “How am I supposed to tell you? You need at least some form of contact…like an email address or a physical address?”

"How come they're so up-to-date?" Olga Goizueta muttered, taking out an address book from her pocket and writing down her email address and other information.

“Georgia…Atlanta…” Wizett looked at the note, “They came from such a far place…”

"He seems to have no need to work at all, has all sorts of strange ideas, and has connections with NASA... He's definitely not a simple person!"

Upon emerging from the "other world," the appearance of the skeletal figure sparked many new associations for Vizet.

If the appearance of those "dim" things was due to the New York attacks, it means that the "other world" contains not only the wisdom of wizards, but also the wisdom of all mankind.

Extending this line of thought further, only the wisdom of all humankind could weave such a brilliant galaxy, so captivating and enchanting.

That is why Vizette reminded Olga Goizueta to be vigilant and avoid excessive contact that could lead to her being discovered and having her memories erased.

Since the New York attacks have brought about a sense of gloom, Olga Goizueta continues to explore whether the "other world" will change again.

This is something that is very worthwhile to study.

……

A deep male voice rang out, "Mr. Lovegood? What are you doing here?"

Vizette looked up and saw another familiar face, the Magical Congress Auror Paul Smith whom Rita Skeeter had mentioned during her interview.

Paul Smith looked at the receding figure in the distance, "Mr. Lovegood, that person is..."

"A Muggle... or as you would call him," Vizette said.

"Maybe it's because this place is more bustling?" Paul Smith remarked. "There are just more and more Muggles with all sorts of strange ideas here..."

"We're not even enough strikers; we even have to deploy Aurors to erase more memories in order to maintain the Secrecy Act. Sometimes I really wonder... do we really need to maintain the Secrecy Act?"

"Can we really keep this a secret? I'm increasingly unable to understand the things those Muggles make... Some of their things are really useful, and they seem to have their own kind of magic..."

Olga Goizueta's figure disappeared completely, and Paul Smith said somewhat embarrassedly, "Sorry, Mr. Lovegood... I was too long-winded."

“You’re absolutely right, Mr. Smith.” Wizett smiled slightly. “May I ask… what happened in Central Park? Why was it suddenly closed?”

He added, "Of course... if this is something that needs to be kept secret, then pretend I didn't ask about it, and you don't need to worry about it. I was just curious."

“As a student, it’s perfectly normal to be curious!” Paul Smith smiled. “It’s not something that needs to be kept secret…”

"And since it was your question, of course I'll answer it to the best of my ability... Actually, the Muggle government wanted to retrieve the meteorite, and we were just assisting them, that's all."

"By the way! As for Miss Lovegood, it's just a routine questioning, so you don't need to worry too much. The reason for doing this is mainly the director's suggestion."

"Mr. Grevis?" Wizette asked.

Paul Smith explained, "To date, we still cannot determine who the real mastermind behind the New York attacks was..."

“They are hiding too well… The Appaloosa family are just executors… That’s why the Director is worried about your safety and is treating them with caution.”

"Once we've confirmed that this was an accident and cleaned up the site, we can hand the meteorite over to the Muggle government."

Vizette said sincerely, "This will probably increase your workload considerably, thank you so much!"

“Mr. Lovegood, you’re too kind!” Paul Smith waved his hand. “New York was able to recover so quickly thanks to your help.”

"If we hadn't had your help, the fire dragon would have caused even greater damage to New York... or even spread beyond the city limits to other states... and we would have been in even greater distress!"

He glanced behind him and said in a low voice, "Mr. Lovegood... the director is a very responsible person."

"It's only because of some family history that he's so assertive towards European wizards... He's usually quite easygoing, and he always does things personally when he's on duty."

……

Paul Smith's words confirmed Wizette's conjecture: the reason Central Park was closed was because the Muggle government wanted the meteorite.

As for Luna's trip to the Magical Congress, that was a protective measure taken by Liam Grevis for safety reasons, and it was not really related to this matter.

If the normal procedure is followed, the Magical Congress only needs to clean up the site and confirm that there is no dark magic on the meteorite before it can be handed over to the Muggle government.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

Looking at the bright sun, Vizette stretched and yawned. "Since we're already out... let's buy Luna's favorite cake before we go back!"

Chapter 127 Remus Lupin's Night

New York City, Brooklyn, Hunts Point neighborhood.

The air was filled with the smell of diesel truck exhaust, which, mixed with the smell of industrial waste gas, smelled particularly sweet.

Hunts Point is usually dangerous at night, rife with gang fights, drug dealing, and shootings;

It was only because the fire dragon attacked this place, burning all the medicine and guns, that it became a little safer, and it was temporarily in the stage of street fighting.

Remus Lupin wore a tattered trench coat and kept his head down. He would only raise his head and force a smile when the elderly, women, and children greeted him.

He strode through a narrow alley, casually hiding the two unconscious people in a pile of garbage before pushing open a creaking wooden door and entering a gloomy corridor.

A musty, damp smell hit me. The walls on both sides of the corridor were mottled and peeling, as if telling the story of the erosion of time.

In the dim light, the cracks and stains on the floor were clearly visible, and the groaning of the wooden planks could be heard with every step.

He walked to his door, the lock of which was covered in scratches and dents, clearly having been forcibly opened countless times and offering almost no security.

Lupin had no such concerns; he had nothing left to lose.

As for the truly valuable things, he kept them all in his head, and Muggle thieves simply couldn't steal them.

The room was so small it felt suffocating. You could see every corner at a glance;

A simple bed was placed against the wall, the mattress was as thin as paper, and the sheets and blankets were covered with stains that could not be washed off.

The pillow had completely collapsed, with an extremely flat arc on its surface, clearly bearing the weight of countless sleepless nights.

The room was small enough that Lupin saw the long-waiting visitor.

He was an old man wearing a light blue silk robe, with a long beard that reached down to his waist;

He also wore a wizard's hat with a sunflower decoration on the tip. Although the outfit seemed a bit eccentric, it didn't look out of place on the old man.

Lupin could hardly believe his eyes; his throat felt choked, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

"Remus, it's been a long time!"

An old, gentle voice appeared first, causing Lupin to tremble and regain his ability to speak.

"Dumbledore! What are you doing here... It's Professor McGonagall!"

“Yes, she told me you were here.” Dumbledore nodded, conjured up a table and chairs and a tea set, and began to brew tea for himself.

The aroma of tea filled the air, easily dispelling the musty smell in the room.

Lupin couldn't help but sniff, and then tried to hold his breath.

This was tea from the Gryffindor common room; he would never forget it.

It was precisely because he couldn't forget that smell that he didn't want to smell it again...

Whenever he smells this scent, it reminds him of that most beautiful time.

His thoughts would drift further and further away, back to that unforgettable night...

He returned from the north of England and learned of the sacrifices of James, Lily, and Peter, and that Sirius had been imprisoned in Azkaban as a traitor…

Good things are always fleeting, but suffering is long-lasting, just like his "wolf syndrome"...

“Sit down and have a drink!” Dumbledore invited, placing a box of muffins on the table. “We need to talk for a while.”

Hearing Dumbledore's gentle voice, Lupin nodded, feeling as awkward as if he had just received an acceptance letter, unsure of how to face Dumbledore.

He still remembers his memories from when he was eleven years old, because that was the beginning of his wonderful life;

How similar it is now! Headmaster Dumbledore also showed up uninvited, eating muffins and playing with Gobblestones with him.

Dumbledore wasn't very good at Goblin, and after being sprayed with foul-smelling juice, they finally talked about getting him admitted to school.

To ensure he could attend school without worry, Dumbledore promised to hide his wolf disease and prepare a house for him each month to help him through the nights of the full moon.

Whether it was the house itself, the secret passage leading to it, or the Whomping Willow planted at the entrance to the passage, everything was arranged by Dumbledore to minimize any potential accidents.

"You left without saying goodbye back then... I never expected you to come here." Dumbledore held out his teacup to Lupin. "I have good news for you!"

He pulled several magical photos from his pocket, pictures of Harry playing Quidditch. "Look! Harry's enrolled and even joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Lupin took the magic photo, looked at Harry's face, and tears silently streamed down his thin face. "He looks so much like James...it's like they were made from the same mold!"

“Yes!” Dumbledore smiled, picked up a muffin, and handed it to Lupin. “And like James, he became an excellent Quidditch player!”

“From then until now…” Lupin took the muffin and placed it on the teacup, his eyes still fixed on the magical photograph, “No wonder he’s James’s son! Joining the Quidditch team in second grade!”

Dumbledore added, "He joined Gryffindor after enrolling, at Minerva's strong recommendation."