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

“Vizet, what exactly happened back then? The Daily Prophet's report wasn't very detailed, so please tell us quickly!”

“Actually, it’s not a big deal…” Vizette murmured. “Because the other side came prepared, the situation was very urgent, and the Magic Council simply didn’t have enough manpower.”

"Therefore, Chairman Benjamin Greaves made a bold decision, adopting the plan I proposed, and communicated with the two Quidditch teams..."

He began to recount the entire process, avoiding any mention of the internal affairs of the Magic Council and focusing instead on how everyone worked together to resolve the crisis.

……

With a whistle, the Hogwarts Express slowly started moving, its speed increasing until it left Station Nine and Three-Quarters behind.

As Wizette narrated, the students who were about to pass by stopped and wanted to hear the whole story.

As the Hogwarts Express left the city and sped through the fields, the area outside the carriages was already packed with students.

"In conclusion... this crisis was brought to an end thanks to everyone's concerted efforts... and thankfully, no accidents occurred, and none of the participants were harmed."

After finishing her last sentence, Vizette took the water glass Luna handed her, took a refreshing sip, and let the slightly sweet floral tea linger on her lips and teeth.

"Vizet, you've got it! Using a Quidditch team to counter the dragon!" Oliver Wood shouted excitedly from outside the sliding door. "That's the best idea I've ever heard!"

As the students chattered amongst themselves, a loud female voice rang out: "Children, now that you've heard the story..."

"Can we return to our respective carriages in an orderly manner? There are so many people standing here; it's very dangerous!"

The speaker was the witch who sold goods, who would occasionally walk through the aisle, smiling and asking if anyone wanted to buy something to eat.

With the help of the witch, the students quickly dispersed, eager to tell more people about it.

"Hogwarts Express, it's been a long time since something like this has happened..." The after-sales witch walked into the carriage carrying a lot of snacks.

She placed the snacks in the empty space and said, "Please don't be shy, everyone. This is just a small token of my appreciation after hearing a wonderful story."

After saying this, she pushed the trolley away, her leisurely voice drifting into the carriage, "Honey, would you like to buy something to eat? We have candy, cakes, snacks, pies, and all sorts of other things..."

……

Without any pretense, Anthony, holding a crucible cake, exclaimed, "This is absolutely bizarre...it feels even more bizarre than my great-grandmother's story!"

He blinked, and said in a somewhat dazed tone, "Those are fire dragons! So many fire dragons appearing together, it's unimaginable how spectacular that must be!"

"Luna, your father is the editor-in-chief of *The Quibbler*, right?" Michael suddenly thought of something. "Have you ever considered... writing this story down and then trying to get it published?"

“I definitely have to buy it!” Terry said, raising his hand. “The Quibbler’s style is hand-drawn, and I feel like it really brings the picture to life!”

Luna pondered, "Yesterday, the editor-in-chief of L.C.A. Comic Book Publishing House came to see Dad, intending to adapt the story into a comic book."

“L.C.A. Comic Book Publishing? That publishing house is very famous!” Terry said exaggeratedly. “The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miguel was published by that publishing house!”

"Won't Vizette become very famous?" Michael exclaimed. "How many girls will be there then..."

Before Michael could finish speaking, Wizette shook his head and said, "They will redesign the character's image; this is my request."

"I mainly don't want to attract too much attention. Sometimes too much attention can easily affect our normal lives, and there's already this trend now."

“Many people are only interested in what happened at the time, and that comic book should meet that requirement. I think it’s a good solution.”

“That’s true!” All the roommates agreed.

They all understood that Vizette did these things not to show off, but simply because she happened to have someone to lend a hand.

Based on their understanding of Vizette, they knew she would much rather spend her time in the library, exploring all sorts of magical knowledge.

Instead of being like Lockhart, who spends all his time on hairstyling and posing, but has no real talent or skills.

……

Time passed quickly and it was already afternoon. Just as Cho Chang and Penelope finished visiting each other, the Weasley twins appeared at the sliding door.

They grinned, but their tone was unusually serious: "Vizet Lovegood, the name of the English wizard, defeated the fire dragon and protected the homeland!"

"His staff is like lightning, his heart is like fire, and his name will be forever engraved in our hearts."

Amid Luna's giggles, Vizette couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Stop it... Fred, George, long time no see! How was Egypt?"

"It's alright!" Fred and George sighed in unison. "It's definitely not as exciting as what you experienced in North America."

Fred said, "When I passed a carriage just now, I saw Wood stamping his feet and beating his chest, probably regretting why he didn't go to New York this summer."

“Yes! His dream is to marry a Quidditch player…” George shook his head and sighed, “He’s so envious of you working with two professional teams at once.”

“I still have connections with those two Quidditch teams…” Wizette said. “If you really want to become a Quidditch player, maybe I can help you get in touch?”

“I suggest we don’t say anything now…” Fred quickly stopped him. “Given Wood’s current mental state, I feel like he’s going to go crazy right now!”

“That’s right!” George nodded in agreement. “He might even want to marry you right away, so let’s wait for him to calm down a bit more!”

Chapter 138 The Jade Record

Michael Corner asked curiously, "You went to Egypt? What was it like there?"

“I don’t think it’s actually that great over there…” Fred frowned. “After going there and coming back, I feel like I’ve become much more cultured…”

“Indeed, we’re almost assimilated by Percy.” George sighed. “Those few lines of poetry we just recited were brought back from Egypt.”

Anthony Goldstein asked, "There's a large alchemical research center in Egypt; haven't you gone to take a look?"

Chris Moon realized, "Yeah! You guys study magic fireworks, you must be very interested in that, right?"

Fred shook his head in pain. "We didn't go there. We were planning to sneak out in the middle of the night..."

George made a similar expression, "Mom must have guessed, because she appeared in front of us as soon as we opened the door."

"So what did you guys go to see?" Terry Boot scratched his head, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "The pyramids! There are a lot of pyramids in Egypt, right? Were they fun?"

"It seemed like there was a lot of black magic..." Fred recalled, "but it's all been deciphered..."

George added, "Yes! Bill is an antidote, and he said there used to be dancing mummies, but unfortunately we can't see them anymore."

Bill's full name is Bill Weasley. He is the eldest son of the Weasley family. After graduating, he went to work at Gringotts and was later sent to Egypt to serve as a local Gringotts anti-curse breaker.

This is a rather dangerous job, requiring the assistance of the local Ministry of Magic and Gringotts to decipher the magic in various wizarding ruins and bring back valuable items.

……

“Dancing mummies?” Terry Boot exclaimed in surprise, then quickly asked, “I thought they were just lying in coffins.”

Fred chuckled and said, "It's basically an infernal... but not entirely an infernal..."

George explained, "Their alchemy is indeed advanced! It's said that those undead are actually alchemical products!"

Vizette, as if struck by a sudden thought, said, "That's also an alchemical product? Egypt is said to be the birthplace of alchemy..."

“There is a record called the Jade Record, which should be particularly famous… Have you seen any books that interpret the Jade Record?”

“I knew you’d ask that…” Fred laughed, “but no deciphering has been found… it seems this Jade Book is undecipherable.”

"It's really that amazing?" Vizet was even more curious.

George said, "Bill mentioned to us that... the Emerald Book is kept at the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center and is not on public display, but rubbings are available for sale everywhere."

He fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a folded piece of parchment, and unfolded it to show everyone. "This is it..."

The parchment was covered with rows and rows of strange patterns, each pattern very clear and arranged neatly in rows.

Vizette frowned slightly, looking at the rows of patterns, and tentatively asked, "Are these hieroglyphics?"

“It’s somewhat similar to hieroglyphics, isn’t it?” Fred replied. “Anyway, these patterns are magical, but I can’t understand them at all.”

“I don’t understand it either…” George shrugged helplessly, “but when I asked Bill, he did mention the Emerald Book…”

"It is said that every alchemist can interpret the contents of the text in their own way... and the interpretation will only belong to that alchemist."

"It can only belong to this alchemist?" Vizet raised an eyebrow, pondering George's words.

It sounds somewhat similar to the concept of "understanding magic," but if we extend it further, it can be extended to the level of the soul.

Perhaps because everyone's soul is different, the things that can be used to explain things will also differ.

"Only the genuine 'Jade Record' can possess the corresponding function?" Vizette asked thoughtfully. "The significance of these rubbings... is it like a souvenir?"

“It doesn’t seem like that!” George shook his head. “At least Bill told us that… whether it’s a rubbing or the real Emerald Book, you can see something different.”

“Oh, right! Bill also said!” Fred added, “The stone tablet on which the Emerald Book is attached is made of a very peculiar alchemical material, which is said to be indestructible…”

……

Following Fred's words, Wizette pondered, "So, the Emerald Book can be passed down indefinitely?"

He had a vague feeling that the form of the Jade Book was very similar to the Swedish runes.

“It’s all very interesting…” George said. “It seems that Nicolas Flamel also saw the Emerald Book, and the reason he was able to create the Philosopher’s Stone was thanks to the Emerald Book.”

“Nico Flamel…” Wiesete murmured.

He thought of Professor Quirrell, who had become Nicolas Flamel's student in order to solve the Philosopher's Stone problem. He wondered what Professor Quirrell's situation was now.

Perhaps because Nicolas Flamel was a legendary alchemist whose travels and residences required a high degree of secrecy, Professor Quirrell had remained out of contact.

“Vizet, here you go!” George handed Vizet a rubbing of the Emerald Catalogue. “I think you should like this.”

Fred added, "We also asked Bill to help us find materials to interpret the Emerald Book."

"But don't get your hopes up too high... these kinds of things are quite difficult, and the chances of not finding one are very high."

Vizet quickly said, "I thank you all anyway."