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

"So... do you think it matches up?" Vizette asked.

"Matches up?" Harry paused for a moment, then realized, "So... her personality is reflected in her homework?"

Wizette added, "Or you could say... Hermione knows what she wants to do, and her assignments reflect her personality."

Harry blinked, as if he understood something. "Vizette, do you think I should write papers like Hermione?"

He scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled, and said, "But where should I begin? What if I don't write enough?"

……

“You could try starting with a subject you’re good at,” Vizette suggested. “Like Hermione, she’s quite interested in Charms, you know that, right?”

“She is indeed good at Charms!” Harry nodded repeatedly, suddenly remembering that in the first year of school, Hermione was the first among the Gryffindor freshmen to master the Levitation Charm.

At that time, their relationship wasn't that good, and Ron had even had some unpleasantness with Hermione.

"Then find a subject you're good at," Vizette said. "Any subject will do!"

"Any subject is fine?" Harry thought for a moment, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Um... does flying count? I think I'm... only good at Seeker."

He spoke these words with a slightly weak tone, after all, he had never beaten Ravenclaw since he joined the team.

“Why not?” Vizette said with a smile. “Since Hogwarts has set up this course, it must have its purpose.”

"Flight class... Seeker... What abilities do you think a Seeker needs to be considered excellent?"

"The Seeker?" Harry frowned, thinking about the question very seriously. "Only with enough focus can one find the Golden Snitch."

"It also involves reaction speed. Otherwise, even if you see it, if you can't react in time and the other side catches the golden snitch first, then you'll be in trouble!"

"By the way! Sometimes, interference can lead to misjudgments. In such cases, you need to immediately decide whether you should give it a try!"

This is Harry's favorite sport, so he naturally knows a lot about it and has many of his own insights.

He actually had his own understanding of magic, but he hadn't truly explored it or realized it.

……

Given this, what Vizet needs to do now becomes much simpler.

As he listened, he scribbled something in his notebook: “We can try to combine these ideas and apply them to this preliminary paper.”

Harry looked at the notebook, which had been filled with more writing, all related to the shrinking potion, mainly about the effects of various materials and the significance of the methods.

"So one material... can actually possess so many..." He glanced at his notes, "...and the same techniques used in different potions can also have so much meaning!"

“Harry, everything I’ve written could be the Golden Snitch,” Vizette said. “And the paper you’re writing will require you to find the real Golden Snitch from it.”

"Am I facing a competition now?" With Vizzet's patient guidance, Harry was clearly getting into the swing of things. "Finding the answers like finding the Golden Snitch, and I can finish the pre-study paper?"

"These are the clues, right?" Harry glanced at his draft again. "I need to find the correct answer based on these clues?"

“That’s absolutely right!” Vizette affirmed. “You need to find the right answer based on your own quick decision-making…”

"Of course, the premise for doing this is that you have written a draft paper and have some understanding of shrinking potions. You need to understand this."

Harry nodded and said, "Understood!"

Wizette continued, "It's just a game, so you don't need to worry or be afraid. Just focus on how to win the game and don't worry about anything else."

“No worries! And we need to be quick!” Harry nodded emphatically. “This is just a preliminary paper! Snape already gave me a ‘T’, so what do I have to be afraid of?”

“Yeah, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Listening to Harry’s rambling, Vizzett couldn’t help but chuckle, but didn’t say anything more.

He didn't say anything while Harry was working on his preparatory paper; he just observed silently.

By immersing himself in the competition, Harry's writing speed was significantly faster. After glancing at the relevant content provided by Vizzet, he could quickly make judgments and incorporate them into his preliminary paper.

……

When Harry finished writing the paper, the sundae in the cup hadn't completely dissolved.

However, on the other side of the table, there was an extra cup of owl ice cream, which Vize had specially prepared for Luna.

“Hello!” Harry nodded to Luna, then said to Vizette with some eagerness, “Vizette, I’m done writing! It felt…too smooth! I didn’t encounter any obstacles!”

Vize nodded. "It's a very good preliminary paper. The analysis of the magical properties used in it is very accurate."

“It felt a little too easy…” Harry let out a long sigh. “Is it because of the information you provided…? I feel like I didn’t put in much effort at all…”

“These materials were indeed provided by me, but they can also belong to you…” Vizet explained, “because knowledge never belongs to just one person.”

“Hogwarts’ library is very large… Flourish and Blotts has a comprehensive selection of books, and you can find all of the ones I’ve written down there.”

"So I should read more books like Hermione?" Harry nodded knowingly. "That way I'll get more help when I'm competing or doing my homework?"

“This knowledge is also useful, including in casting spells…” Vizet said. “The magical world is rich and diverse. By focusing on what you’re good at, you can go further and learn faster!”

"Even if Professor Snape criticizes you later, you can treat it as a competition of all kinds. There are too many competitions in life, and winning and losing are normal."

"Haha! Thinking about it this way makes me feel much better!" Harry smiled. "By the way! Can I... tell Ron and Hermione about this?"

“Of course…” Vizette agreed. “Knowledge never belongs to just one person…”

"Whether it's doing homework or casting spells, it will become easier as long as you find a method that suits you."

“I’ve got it!” Harry nodded repeatedly and wrote the passage down.

Vizette stood up. "Luna and I still have some things to buy. See you at Hogwarts!"

Chapter 135 A Chance Encounter with the Werewolf Professor

September 1st has come again, the first day of school at Hogwarts.

After enjoying a nutritious breakfast, with Dobby waving repeatedly, Vizet and his companions boarded the Knight Bus and headed to King's Cross Station.

As they walked out of the alley, Xenophirus, with a serious expression, began a series of admonitions, just as he always did before embarking on long journeys.

"Remember to go to bed on time, and never stay up late... that's not a good habit..."

He also talked about the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, saying, "Sirius's movements are very strange..."

"Landing at that place... and continuing straight ahead... judging from his direction of travel, his destination is very likely Hogwarts..."

"I can't control Hogwarts, and you've all grown up... If you insist on going to the Forbidden Forest, then you must be careful! You must be extremely vigilant! Remember, I'm still waiting for you at home!"

At the end of the last school year, Vizette brought back some gifts from the centaurs, which Xenophirus happened to recognize.

"Dad, I'll be careful!" Luna said, shaking Xenophilius's hand. "Nothing will happen!"

“Sigh! Just like your mother!” Xenophilius sighed, sounding annoyed. “She used to love going into the Forbidden Forest, looking for this and that…”

“Since you’ve said so, of course Dad believes you!” He then looked at Vizette, who was smiling beside him. “Vizette, remember to take good care of Luna and make sure she doesn’t get into any danger!”

“Of course!” Vizet assured him very seriously.

“Dad! I’m powerful now too!” Luna shook Xenophirus’s arm again. “I’m an Animagus too, and I’ve even mastered the Patronus Charm…”

“Potions are powerful too!” Vizet added. “Last time in New York, we had Luna’s potions to help us!”

"Of course!" Xenophilius couldn't help but smile. "My darling is definitely the best."

"Anyway... be careful!" He coughed twice, trying his best to maintain his serious expression, and continued to instruct, "Vizet, you take care of yourself too!"

……

After passing through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Xenophilius watched Luna and Vizet board the train, waving for a while before leaving.

Vizette and Luna arrived relatively early; the carriage was already somewhat empty, with only a few people scattered around, not quite enough to satisfy their needs.

They continued walking deeper into the carriage, intending to find an empty one to sit down.

"Vizet! Vizet!"

Colin Crevey's voice came from behind me.

He shouted excitedly and quickly ran to Vizette and Luna, "I...I saw that..."

"The Daily Prophet! They say you...you fought a fire dragon...a fire dragon!" His body trembled with excitement, and he struggled to finish his sentence.

He held up his Polaroid camera. "Can we... take a picture?"

Vizette looked at the Polaroid camera in Colin Crevy's hand and asked curiously, "Colin, isn't this the same camera as before?"

“Yes!” Colin Creevey nodded repeatedly. “Headmaster Dumbledore fixed it for me! Magic is truly amazing!”

"Once I learn this magic, I won't have to throw away anything that's broken in the house. I can fix it with just a wave of my wand!"

After taking the photos, Colin Crevey cheered and eagerly climbed into a carriage to show them off.

……

Not long after, the two found a carriage, settled their luggage, and sat down when a figure flashed past through the sliding door.

Luna glanced in the direction of the sliding door, blinked, and asked, "Vizet, didn't you think that person who just walked by... looked familiar?"

Before Vizette could answer, the figure that had just passed by reappeared in front of the two of them.

The figure was wearing a tattered wizard's robe, and his face looked extremely pale, as if he had not yet recovered from an illness, giving him a weak and listless appearance.

His face wasn't old, but his brown hair had streaks of gray; he was Remus Lupin, whom I had met once in New York.

Remus Lupin frowned slightly, a hint of trepidation in his expression. "May I sit here for a while?"

Vizette nodded. "Please go ahead."