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

"I saw this amazing pattern in a secondhand bookstore when I was traveling in Sweden," Wizette said.

"I haven't been exposed to magic for long, but I found this pattern very interesting... and magical, so I memorized it."

“Until today, under your guidance, I have begun to truly understand runes and have vaguely sensed that there must be some similarities between them.”

The magic circuit he drew was not only simple, but also slightly different from the magic circuits he had observed and those that Luna had modified.

The reason for doing this is naturally because of the secret of the "Magic Eye";

He had already encountered many powerful wizards, and naturally understood that there were always people more powerful than him and mountains beyond mountains.

There will certainly be other wizards who will be able to observe these magical circuits or similar patterns in some way;

Therefore, he combined some actual events to explain his reasons in this way, both to protect himself and to protect Bassheda Bablin.

……

“Sweden! No wonder!” Bassheda Bablin nodded. “Sweden…after all, it’s the birthplace of runes…”

"Secondhand bookstores are indeed interesting places. If you are lucky enough, you can find a lot of interesting books. I will go there occasionally."

“Besides translating runes, many wizards also enjoy studying runes themselves… I have friends in Sweden who can help you ask around.”

Vizette quickly thanked him, "Professor Bablin, thank you so much!"

“It’s not a big deal,” Bassheda Bablin waved his hand. “But there’s one thing you should be aware of: they might only send you the rubbings, without any translation.”

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“Of course, no problem!” Vizette nodded. “I’ve taken an elective course in ancient runes, and translation is something I should learn and master.”

“That would be perfect!” Bassheda Bablin exclaimed. “When you finish the translation, or if you encounter any difficulties during the translation process, you can come to my office to find me.”

"Professor Bablin, thank you for your help!" Vizette replied.

When the bell rang, Bassheda Bablin watched all the students leave the classroom before letting out a long sigh of relief.

Besides Wizette's performance, Hermione's classroom behavior also left a deep impression on her.

Although she dozed off at the beginning, Hermione still showed the necessary focus when the lesson officially started.

Even when translating runes, Hermione did not slack off at all. Although she did not have the amazing speed of Wizette to translate a whole sentence, she did complete half of the translation.

"As the first lesson for third-grade students, it was quite successful!" Bassheda Baburin said to himself.

She stood up and paced lightly around the classroom, waiting for the students to start the next class.

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"Could you please straighten your arm a little more? And move it away from me a little? Otherwise, my ribs are killing me!"

Draco Malfoy lay in Hagrid's arms, giving instructions in a lazy voice.

"Uh...like this?" Hagrid quickly stretched out his arm as Draco had instructed.

After getting away from the unkempt beard, Draco snorted with satisfaction, "That's it, my arm can bend a little more... Yes! I feel a little better, at least it doesn't hurt as much as before."

He had to admit that Hagrid's embrace was actually quite comfortable, and even now, on the path through the Forbidden Forest, he didn't feel much of a bump.

Hagrid's thick beard was a bit annoying, making him itchy and wanting to laugh.

"He did it on purpose! He wasn't injured at all!" Harry said angrily. "I'm the Seeker, I saw everything he did!"

"So, when Buckbeak landed, he didn't grab Buckbeak's neck, which is why he fell to the ground, and he actually said that Buckbeak stepped on his foot?"

Hearing Harry's voice, Draco didn't bother arguing with him. He even felt his eyelids twitching, so he yawned and drifted off to sleep.

……

Vizette's voice rang out, "Hagrid, what's wrong with him? Is he having trouble in class?"

Hagrid replied, “It went very well! Your and Luna’s advice was excellent! They were all applauding me… This is the third time I’ve received so much applause…”

"It was during the students' test flight, when Buckbeak landed with Malfoy, that Malfoy said he got stepped on... You know, Buckbeak's claws are very sharp."

"When I introduced the hippogriff, I made that point clear to the students... When I examined Malfoy, I found that there wasn't a single drop of blood on him."

"So you're worried and want to go to the school hospital for another checkup?" Vizette asked.

Hagrid frantically guessed, "Yes! He keeps crying out in pain, maybe he's injured inside?"

"Once, when I was driving away a giant in the Forbidden Forest, I was so angry that I punched the giant a lot, and a few days later I saw its corpse."

"Frenzer, who came to examine it, told me that the troll's body was completely rotten inside, like a lump of paste, so I'm worried about Malfoy..."

Wizette was even involved in this class?

Hagrid turned the trolls into mush?

Hagrid can actually defeat a giant with his bare hands?

Draco felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing these words. He felt that the embrace was no longer warm at all, but rather like an unsealed coffin, filled with the threat of death.

"I want to get down! Put me down right now!" He twisted his body hurriedly, his voice filled with panic.

"What's wrong? Are you hurting somewhere again?" Hagrid stopped quickly and asked with concern. "Is it a rib? We're almost at the school clinic!"

"I'm not feeling unwell anymore! I'm not feeling unwell anymore!" Draco struggled to jump out of Hagrid's arms.

Turning my head to look at the ground, I realized that there was still some distance between us and the ground.

He quickly realized that he had overlooked Hagrid's size, and that it would be a challenging task to jump to the ground in his current position without looking disheveled.

He could only say helplessly, "You...you should put me down!"

Vizette comforted him, "Hagrid, just put him down! He should really be alright now."

“Okay…” Hagrid squatted down with a worried look on his face, raised one arm slightly, and successfully slid Draco to the ground.

"See! I'm perfectly fine!" Draco took several steps forward, as if to prove something...

Learning Objectives of Chapter 160

"Are you really... alright?" Hagrid was still somewhat worried;

He cherished his professorship and did not want to become a professor who was dismissed from the school after teaching only one class.

Draco said with absolute certainty, "It's really all right now!"

Hearing Draco's affirmative answer, Hagrid finally breathed a sigh of relief.

To make sure nothing went wrong, he asked again, still not entirely sure, "So when you fell, you said 'Buck'..."

"I didn't say anything!" Draco interrupted Hagrid before he could finish speaking, raising his voice immediately. "Anyway, I'm fine!"

"That's good!" Hagrid finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Vizet, I'll head back now! Those little guys must have been terrified by my sudden departure!"

"Goodbye!" Vezel nodded. "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow's class on protecting magical creatures."

“You’ll be thrilled!” Hagrid grinned. “You’ll even be able to ride them and fly around the paddock…”

"They're so beautiful, they'd definitely fly in a completely different way than flying broomsticks! But it's probably not possible to get them to fly as high as they did today..."

"It was quite a dangerous situation... I'm so glad you and Luna came to help me at noon, otherwise I wouldn't have thought of any of this. It was really too dangerous!"

Hagrid left, still somewhat shaken by the unexpected incident.

"Are you sure you don't need to get checked out?" Vizette watched Hagrid's retreating figure, then turned to look at Draco.

"If you feel unwell, it's best to get checked out to avoid any unexpected accidents, in which case you'll be the one who suffers the most."

"I'm really fine!" Draco waved his hands repeatedly. "That hippogriff was too tall. I just slipped a little when I came down."

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There's another combined lesson this afternoon, a lesson on Transfiguration with Slytherin.

Gregory Gore found Draco in the hallway, and after exchanging a few words, he ran back to the common room to help Draco get his textbooks.

On the way to the Transfiguration classroom, Vizette asked curiously, "What did you all learn today?"

"I learned how powerful the hippogriff was..." This lesson left a deep impression on Draco, and he still remembered some details, "but I don't know how dangerous it was..."

"Actually, I think it's alright... not the most dangerous one..." He thought of what Hagrid had just said, that he actually took down a giant with his fists, that was the real dangerous one!

“Indeed.” Vezel nodded. “That’s why Hagrid is so remarkable, able to make such magical creatures docile…”

He thought of all the items in Hagrid's hut, which were all made of high-quality magical animal materials that were hard to find on the market.

"Not only hippogriffs, but also harpies, cloaks... You know Thestrals? Hagrid actually helped raise them."

"Thestrals? That's an ominous sign!" Draco tensed. "You've seen them?"

“Only those who have witnessed death and fully accepted and understood it can see Thestrals,” Vizette explained. “That’s probably why they… find Thestrals unlucky.”

At first, he could only vaguely see the outline of Thestrals through his magical eye;

Later, through the Patronus Charm, he explored the soul and happened to come into contact with death, which allowed him to truly accept and understand death, and to see the Thestrals with his own eyes.

“In fact, it is also a type of Pegasus, an XXXX-level magical creature,” Vizette continued. “It flies very fast, no less than a flying broom.”

"So it's Pegasus!" Draco nodded, momentarily at a loss for words.

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After returning from his trip to New York, Draco found that his life had changed.