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

The students returned to their respective carriages. Although they were still a little shaken, it didn't stop them from starting to talk about the series of events that had just happened.

They talked about all sorts of topics, including the Ministry of Magic's recent actions, how could they have been so reckless as to allow Dementors to inspect the Hogwarts Express, which almost led to an accident;

There was discussion about the professor who suddenly appeared, and most people agreed that he was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Given the Dementors' composure when out of control, the students are gradually developing a greater sense of anticipation for this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class;

There were also discussions about Vizet and the three Patronus. The gloom brought by the Dementors was gradually dispelled, and the entire Hogwarts Express became lively again.

……

"Darling, would you like to buy something to eat?" The sales witch appeared in the aisle with a friendly smile, pushing her cart.

Lupin touched his pockets, then thought of his suitcase, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Nevertheless, he stepped forward, but just as he was about to speak, the sales witch spoke first: "Ah...long time no see! What would you like?"

Lu Ping looked slightly embarrassed and shook his head gently, saying, "Madam, I wanted to ask you for a favor, to tell my student..."

"If you feel unwell and still feel weak, you can eat a piece of chocolate, which can effectively relieve the symptoms."

“Of course, no problem!” The sales witch reached into the cart, took out a chocolate frog, and stuffed it into Lupin’s hand.

"Honey, maybe right now you're the one who needs chocolate the most... You look terrible!"

"Thank you!" Lupin thanked the witch in the shop repeatedly, his voice trembling with emotion.

He continued walking down the aisle, intending to return to his carriage only when he had calmed down.

When he got close to the train door, he saw that there were already two people standing there.

……

Colin Crevey held several photos in his hands, his voice tinged with trepidation, "Vizet, are these photos really okay? Would you like to take another look?"

Vizette took the stack of photos and looked at them carefully one by one. Finally, she nodded and said, "Of course, no problem. Have confidence in yourself!"

“Like these few…” He pulled out a few photos, “I’m actually not very good at this, but I can sense it…”

"Look! These photos are exceptionally well taken, they really capture the oppressive feeling of the Dementors! And these photos, you even captured the moment the Patronus drove away the Dementors..."

Colin Crevey tilted his head slightly, looking at the photos Vizet was holding, and gave an embarrassed smile. "Hehe! I like these a lot too..."

“So, have confidence in yourself!” Vizette folded the photos again. “Next, all you need to do is send them to Mr. Lovegood…”

“Once Mr. Lovegood receives these photos, he will screen them again and select the best ones… He is very professional in this regard…”

"Oh, right! Colin, the payment will be delivered to you later... If you're worried about losing it, you can exchange it for pounds and have it sent to your home."

"Reward?" Colin Crevey scratched his head, asking with some confusion, "What reward?"

He quickly realized what was happening, looked at the photo in Vizette's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "No...no need!"

"Actually, I was planning to film those monsters too... You gave me the opportunity... Otherwise, I was actually a little scared..."

"No... I'm not scared..." he stammered, gesturing wildly, "Anyway... I don't need any reward!"

“That’s not how it works…” Vizette smiled slightly, holding up the stack of photos and gently shaking them. “These are all the materials you provided…”

"They'll be published eventually, and it's only natural that the magazine will pay them... Don't you agree?"

"Moreover, facing so many Dementors requires immense courage. These rewards are because of your courage; you deserve them!"

"Because of my courage?" Colin Crevey stared blankly at the stack of photos. "In that case... how about you send them home for me? My dad and brother need them..."

“Of course, no problem!” Vizet nodded. “Do you have your own owl?”

"Yes!" Colin Crevey nodded quickly. "My dad bought me one!"

“Then send the letter to this address…” Vizet took a piece of paper out of his pocket and wrote down an address.

He handed the address and photo to Colin Crevey, saying, "Oh, and you'd better write a separate note about the payment to your dad, then you won't need any further explanation."

……

Watching Colin Crevey leave excitedly, Lupin sighed with emotion, feeling much calmer.

He and Vizette simply exchanged glances and nodded to each other before returning to the carriage they had been in.

For some reason, Harry seemed particularly sensitive to Dementors; he fainted after only slight contact with one.

Although Hermione and Ron were there to look after him, he still needed to return to the carriage to check on Harry and make sure nothing bad happened to him.

……

Vizette returned to the carriage and recounted the series of events that had just occurred.

It seemed that he had actually killed a Dementor, which appeared to vanish into nothingness, leaving only the cloak it was wearing.

The Dementors vanished, but the cloak remained... Was it some kind of magical material?

Vizette frowned slightly, pressed the tip of her wand to her temple, and tried hard to recall what the Dementor cloak looked like...

It was a hooded cloak, large enough to cover most of the Dementor's body...

The cloak was tattered and torn, with various holes of different sizes...

The cloak itself wasn't particularly heavy; as it fluttered in the wind and rain, it exuded a sense of lightness...

He put these elements together, pointed his wand at the window, and began to cast a summoning spell in a low voice, "Cloak, fly here!"

Chapter 144 The Dementor Cloak

Vizette pressed the tip of her wand against the window, casting a water and fire immunity spell on it.

Under the influence of the water and fire incantation, rainwater fell along the edge of the window, making the window clearer than before, allowing one to see what was happening outside.

The Hogwarts Express passed through a lake area, but unfortunately the rain was still quite heavy, and the lake surface, which used to shimmer in the sunlight, was now only a gloomy gray-black.

Before long, the view outside the window became even more bleak, shrouded in wind and rain, appearing hazy and desolate.

Vizette frowned slightly. The Dementor's cloak still hadn't appeared. Perhaps ordinary summoning spells wouldn't work on items left behind by "non-existent" magical creatures?

Since ancient magic was used to kill the Dementors, we can now use ancient magic to try something new.

"The cloak is flying in!"

As Vizet chanted the incantation, the Obscurial Core pumped out ancient magical power to power the Ancient Magic: Improved Summoning Charms.

The Hogwarts Express traveled through the highlands, where the surrounding scenery was even more pristine and magnificent, but unfortunately, all of this was shrouded in heavy rain, blurring the mountains and valleys into a single blur.

"coming!"

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared outside the window. This shadow swayed in the wind and rain, as if being pulled by a force, constantly moving closer to his location.

As the black figure drew closer, Vizet could finally see clearly that it was indeed the Dementor's cloak, swirling like a ghost in the wind and rain.

……

As the Dementor's cloak drew closer, Vizette stood up, lifted the window, and casually grabbed the cloak.

Luna glanced at the cloak, opened her mouth curiously, as if to ask, "Is this a Dementor's cloak?"

Vizette sat back in her seat, leaned closer, nodded, and whispered, "Yes...it feels very strange..."

The Dementor Cloak looks like a piece of grayish rag, but it doesn't actually feel like cloth at all; it feels cold and sticky to the touch.

Not only was the touch unpleasant, but the Dementor Cloak also seemed to stir emotions. Vizet felt inexplicably irritated, and looking at the continuous rain outside the window, he felt a sense of gloom hanging over his heart.

“Strange?” Luna reached out and touched the Dementor cloak, her brows furrowing immediately. “A very bad feeling…like an abyss that will devour warmth and light…”

“I think so too.” Vezet nodded. “Perhaps that’s why Dementors have become such… terrifying beings?”

"Can we wash it clean?" Luna blinked. "Like with that..."

“It should work.” Vizette understood Luna’s meaning and nodded slightly. “Let’s give it a try!”

In unison, they raised their wands, drawing an "S" shape in the air, and whispered a spell over the Dementor's cloak: "Dust and grime vanish!"

Several Ancient Magic spells: Purification Charm were cast on the Dementor Cloak, but they seemed to have no effect.

“It’s not obvious like this…we should move it to the edge…” Vizet spread out the Dementor Cloak, only pulling out one corner of the edge.

The two cast spells again, applying several Ancient Magic: Purification Spells to the Dementor Cloak in succession.

This time, they finally noticed the change.

"The edges seem to have shrunk a bit," Vizette said.

“Yes!” Luna nodded, pointing to the edge and gently touching it. “Those rough edges are different now!”

Her tone was somewhat worried, "How about I hold it for a while... It must be very uncomfortable to hold this thing, right?"

“It’s alright.” Vizette smiled slightly. “We’ll be at Hogwarts soon, I’ll put it back…”

Before he could finish speaking, the Dementor's cloak suddenly became transparent, as if transforming into some indescribable entity, and directly penetrated his body.

In an instant, he felt as if he were back in the time when he was troubled by Momo, and countless negative emotions arose and spread rapidly.

"Vizet?" Luna asked nervously, quickly grasping Vizet's hand. "What's wrong?"

Although she noticed the change in the Dementor Cloak, her attention was focused on Vizette's face.

Vizette's face suddenly turned deathly pale, but the color quickly returned as the complexion returned.

“I’m fine… I’m sorry to have worried you…” Vizette snapped out of her reverie, squeezed Luna’s hand, and shook her head. “It seems to have merged into the Obscurus…”