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

"You're being too polite!" Fred and George said, exchanging winks. "Why are you being so formal with us?"

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the door; it was Penelope, who was patrolling the corridor.

Fred immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear! This isn't ours..."

"What are you doing here?" Percy's voice cut off Fred's next sentence. "What kind of tricks are you planning?"

“What’s there to be shy about…” George clicked his tongue. “It’s been a year already, and you’re still so young…”

“Back to your compartment!” Percy’s face flushed red, looking like a ripe red pepper.

"Alright, alright!" Fred and George raised their left hands, placed their palms on their right shoulders, leaned forward, and said in unison, "Have a pleasant patrol!"

"You guys!" Percy's face turned almost liver-colored as he looked up and grabbed Fred and George.

"Hey! What are you trying to do!" Fred and George burst into laughter and slipped away under Percy's armpits.

Vizette and Luna exchanged a smile. Fred and George had actually written to them, and the twins mentioned in the letter that Percy's strange behavior last school year was because he was dating Penelope.

Watching Penelope and Percy leave, Michael sighed deeply, while Anthony and the others looked completely bewildered...

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It seems I can't post comments... So I'll answer Master Shi Lezhi's comment here...

According to some historical records, Nicolas Flamel received inspiration in a dream after copying alchemical texts, and created the Philosopher's Stone using the Book of Abraham. The Emerald Tablet, however, originated from the "Emerald Tablet of Thoth," the local god of wisdom. Since the Emerald Tablet is considered the source of alchemy, some interesting possibilities arise:

The earliest origin of alchemy is the Emerald Book. Nicolas Flamel may have been inspired by a translation of the Emerald Book, thus obtaining the Book of Abraham in a dream. Therefore, after much consideration, I have directly linked Nicolas Flamel to the Emerald Book, and the Book of Abraham is the alchemy that Nicolas Flamel himself comprehended through the Emerald Book. That's roughly the whole process.

Chapter 139 Train Ambiguity

The Hogwarts Express continued northward, and the scenery outside the window gradually opened up;

A few small farmhouses dot the lush green fields, and occasionally you can see cattle and sheep grazing leisurely.

Harry's trio also came to visit. Cornelius Fudge valued Harry highly and even sent Aurors to protect them on their way to King's Cross Station.

This is also why they almost missed the Hogwarts Express; after boarding, they found that only the last carriage had seats available.

Hermione had been to France and had gotten a tan. As soon as she entered the house, she thanked Vizette.

Harry looked a little pale. He glanced at Vizzett, who was counting cattle and sheep with Luna, and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped himself.

Ron, meanwhile, inquired about Remus Lupin, and they similarly deduced that the exhausted and drowsy adult wizard would be in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for this school year.

Ron had such concerns because Lockhart from the previous school year had left a very deep impression on them.

Until the end of the last school year, Lockhart was sent to Azkaban for various reasons.

After resolving Ron's doubts, the three of them left the carriage.

“Harry Potter’s eyes are so strange…” Michael Corner said suspiciously, “He keeps staring at Vizette, what is he trying to do?”

"You seem to have some questions?" Anthony Goldstein shifted his position, looking more comfortable. "Do you know anything about Sirius Black?"

“It’s been reported for so long…” Terry Boot continued, “He’s a devout follower of the Mystic, and the reason he escaped from prison this time is because… Oh! I see!”

“I see, right!” Anthony clapped his hands and said, “It’s probably because Cornelius Fudge’s movements were too big and scared him…”

"The fact that they need special personnel and vehicles to protect them makes it hard not to misunderstand. It's quite normal for them to want to come to Vizette for help."

Wizette shook his head slightly. He felt that Harry shouldn't be that kind of person. After all, in the last school year, Harry didn't flinch when facing the two Voldemors and still fought bravely.

Chris Moon asked doubtfully, "Speaking of which... what exactly is this theory of papers that Hermione mentioned?"

"It's just a little trick," Vizette said. "A few days ago, Luna and I went to Diagon Alley and happened to run into Harry, so we chatted for a bit. It was something like..."

After returning from Diagon Alley, I made a simple summary of my conjectures about my assignment paper and my understanding of magic;

Since his roommates had all asked about this, he took the opportunity to explain, but only briefly, to avoid his roommates getting their priorities wrong by trying to understand magic too much.

……

The Hogwarts Express sped across the rolling hills, streams and brooks shimmering in the sunlight, and distant hills covered with dense forests.

As Vizet continued her narration, Hogwarts sped into the forest, the sky darkening as large patches of dark clouds gathered, casting a gloomy veil over the once vibrant forest.

The raindrops pattered against the train windows, quickly becoming denser and making a rustling sound, like a requiem, quieting the bustling Hogwarts Express considerably.

In the dim light, Wizette's roommates yawned one after another and fell asleep without realizing it.

Luna stretched out her fingers and gently touched the cool glass, feeling the rhythm of the raindrops, and hummed a song softly in rhythm with them.

As the ethereal humming played, Wizette took out the Emerald Book left by Fred and George and began to ponder the strange patterns on it.

As time went on, the rain gradually intensified. The raindrops became denser, the sound of them hitting the window became more rapid, and the scenery outside the window became blurred.

This was like a sign; the rain grew stronger and stronger, turning into a torrential downpour in the blink of an eye.

Rainwater streamed down the windowpane, completely obscuring the view outside.

The sky suddenly became even more gloomy, as if it had been attacked by thick ink and completely stained black.

The lights in the carriages and aisles came on, casting a warm glow that countered the gloom outside the windows.

……

Luna said softly, "Did something happen...?"

“Hmm…” Vizet had already drawn his wand. “It seems to be slowing down…”

As he said, with a slight tremor, the Hogwarts Express slowed down more and more.

The sound of countless sliding doors rang out, and the corridor became noisy.

Anthony and the others also woke up with a start, their eyes still blurry and somewhat confused about what was going on.

Michael asked, confused, "What happened?"

Chris shook his head. "I don't know... I felt the train slowing down..."

Anthony asked疑惑地问道, "Is the train slowing down? Is it an inspection by the Ministry of Magic?"

Terry was closest to the sliding door. As he reached out and grasped the doorknob, the Hogwarts Express suddenly stopped with a "thud."

A series of clattering sounds rang out, and Vizet immediately looked up. His suitcase, which had been neatly arranged, was about to fall off due to the sudden stop.

Just as he gently waved his hand to return the suitcase to its original position, all the lights that had been providing illumination went out, and darkness instantly enveloped the Hogwarts Express.

"Get all the wands out... just in case..." Vizet said, frowning. "To spy on them at night!"

At the same time, Luna's incantation rang out, "Night Stalker!"

Vizette first cast a night vision spell on herself, and then casually cast the same spell on her roommates.

Once they could see again and escape the darkness, the roommates were less panicked and quickly reached into their pockets to hold their wands firmly in their hands.

The corridor became even noisier, filled with all sorts of sounds, and panic continued to spread to the surrounding area.

"Hiss... Don't you guys feel..." Michael rubbed his hands together, "...that it seems to have gotten colder?"

“How exactly does the Ministry of Magic plan to investigate?” Anthony frowned. “What on earth are they doing!”

"Could it be..." Vizet murmured, glancing in Luna's direction.

“It’s a Dementor…” Luna pointed out the window, “Look!”

Although the view outside the window was incredibly blurry, some strange, fluttering black shadows could be seen.

"Use Dementors to inspect?" Anthony's expression changed. "Has the Ministry of Magic gone mad? This is the Hogwarts Express!"

"Merlin's beard!" he exclaimed, looking at the white mist that had just dissipated before him. He finally realized what was happening and his body instinctively trembled. "So cold!"

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Vizette and Luna's voices rang out simultaneously, and two physical guardian deities, one large and one small, appeared.

The golden eagle and scops owl guardians gently flapped their wings, and as silver light spread outwards, the carriage instantly became warm.

"Two Guardian Angel spells!" Anthony's eyes widened. "When did you learn this magic?"

Chapter 140 The Mad Dementor

The sky seemed to have been torn open with a deep gash, and rain poured down, splashing countless droplets on the ground.

Amidst the rain, a figure stands atop a hill, gazing into the distance.

Dumbledore did not use magic to protect himself; his robes fluttered in the wind and rain, letting the rain wash over him, his full head of silver hair clinging to his scalp.

Rainwater streamed down his cheeks, sticking his beard together. His long beard lost its luster and looked dusty, like a tattered rag that could never be dried.

The Dementors swept past him, and the falling raindrops grew heavy, turning into scattered tiny ice particles that made a series of rustling sounds.

A Dementor noticed him, its hood tilting back slightly as if it were sucking something in.

This action didn't last long. Like a hyena that hadn't found any carrion, the Dementor didn't linger and pounced into the distance along with the other Dementors.

With two crisp "snap" sounds, two Aurors appeared beside Dumbledore.

Seeing Dumbledore soaked to the bone by the rain, the two Aurors opened their mouths but couldn't say anything, feeling as if they had a fishbone stuck in their throats.

After a while, one of the wizards finally spoke up: "Headmaster Dumbledore... we've repeatedly warned those Dementors... there won't be any problems..."

“Fudge has told me this many times.” Dumbledore nodded, looking at the Auror who had spoken. “I just came to check on things. It’s nothing.”