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

The bright red pomegranate juice rippled gently, its deep ruby-like luster making it look exceptionally tempting in the dim lighting of the bar.

……

"You little rascal!" Aberforth didn't hide his smile and pushed the two glasses of pomegranate juice forward again. "I thought you had a bad memory and had forgotten the way here."

“Thank you…” Vizet coughed twice, picked up the pomegranate juice and took a sip. “Aberforth, how about… the guzzler? Is it selling well?”

This liquor tastes similar to champagne, but its alcohol content is comparable to vodka. In addition, it produces a loud, unrestrained laugh after drinking it, hence the name "Giggle Liquor".

Luna covered her mouth and chuckled. She rarely saw Vizette looking so embarrassed, so this was quite a novel experience for her.

"Hmph! Every time it's just an owl that comes, bringing a little gift." Aberforth snorted viciously, but his smile became even wider.

"When my regular customers saw these owls, they thought I had a second spring in my life, which forced me to take action and teach them a lesson!"

Luna laughed so hard her body trembled, her laughter as melodious as wind chimes.

Vizet had just told her about these things; Aberforth, as the bar owner, often mingled with the patrons.

……

Aberforth changed the subject, "But that 'Giggle' liquor was indeed quite good; the wizards from North America are quite skilled!"

"But this kind of stuff should be the lifeblood of that bar over there... Vizette, how did you even get the recipe?"

“During my summer vacation, I encountered some unexpected events…” Vizet murmured, “and by chance, I got my hands on it. I think you should like it.”

Aberforth nodded. "I didn't realize you were such a restless soul. The situation in North America was quite serious; I didn't expect you could handle it."

“It’s all thanks to everyone…” Vizet said. “If the Magic Council over there hadn’t cooperated, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.”

"Do you think I'll believe you?" Aberforth grinned. "You're practically a celebrity now, so I might as well post your name and picture..."

"Then hang it at the bar's entrance, and tell them that this 'Giggle Spirit' is the secret brewing recipe you gave me. Maybe it'll be more popular here than Three Brooms!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Vizet immediately nodded and replied, "Sure!"

"I can help with the drawing!" Luna was also eager to try.

"Spare me!" Aberforth raised his hand dramatically. "I run a bar just to brag and joke around, it's like three brooms... I'm afraid I'll work myself to death."

"Also, don't think that just because you give me any gifts or agree to anything I ask for, you can repay the favor. Do you think I'd let you off so easily?"

“I have no such intention!” Vizette’s smile vanished, replaced by utmost seriousness. “The Soul Labyrinth will benefit me for life… I have no intention of repaying it…”

"Alright! Just kidding, don't take it so seriously!" Aberforth waved his hand, interrupting Vizet's next words.

His tone was slightly teasing as he tried to lighten the mood, saying, "Speaking of which, back when you learned the Soul Maze and then just packed your bags and left..."

"It seems like a few days later, a few old drunkards started thinking about you! They even asked me if I could talk to them properly like you did. Guess how I dealt with them?"

Vizet didn't say anything, but just smiled and took his wand out of his pocket, waving it in front of Aberforth.

……

“That’s right!” Aberforth bent down slightly, took out a bottle from the bar, and then casually picked up a glass with a white coating, pouring some amber-colored guzzler into it.

He picked up his glass, casually clinked it against Vizet's glass, downed the strong liquor in one gulp, and let out a hearty laugh.

"This wine is really good! It's potent! But if you ask me... I'd like it even better if you came over for a couple of drinks with me during your vacation."

He patted the wooden bucket containing pomegranate juice again. "I bought a whole bucket, so I should at least finish it, right?"

Vizette nodded. "Of course! We'll come together next time."

"That's more like it!" Aberforth nodded in satisfaction, then took another swig of strong liquor.

After a hearty laugh, he exaggeratedly gesticulated and shared the fun he had at the bar with Vizet and Luna.

Even after Vizet and Luna left, a smile remained on his face.

"Oh my, old goat, you actually have pomegranate juice?" An old, decrepit wizard walked into the bar, looked at the wooden barrel, and said, "It's Honeydukes juice..."

"It must taste amazing! Let's have something special today! Give me a cocktail, made with liqueur, pomegranate juice, and a squeeze of lemon juice... It sounds delicious!"

"Get lost!" Aberforth's smile vanished instantly, and he casually poured himself a glass of strong liquor. "This pomegranate juice isn't for you. Take the liquor or leave it!"

"Alright! Alright!" The old, decrepit wizard waved his hand, picked up a bottle of strong liquor, drank it down in one gulp, and let out a sharp, eerie laugh.

He put down his cup, seemingly noticing the lingering smile in Aberforth's eyes. "What's wrong? Did an old flame come to see you today? You're all smiles..."

Aberforth grabbed his wand, pointed it at the old, decrepit wizard, and said in a menacing tone, "Do you believe I'll kick you out right now?"

The old, decrepit wizard quickly raised his hands and slammed a Galleon on the table. "Ahem... Before you let me get out of here, you'll have to give me a few more shots of chug liquor!"

Poster for Chapter 179, the All-England Wizarding Tournament

"Vizet, come to my office."

Over the weekend, when Wizette was passing by Flitwick's office, Flitwick called him over.

Wizette pushed open the door and entered. "Good morning, Professor Flitwick!"

"Good morning!" Flitwick smiled and nodded, pushing an opened envelope aside.

He stretched out his left hand, as if to lift it up, and presented a roll of parchment to Vizet. "Take a look at this!"

Vizette caught the parchment with both hands, and as he slowly unfurled it, a spark appeared, floating in the air and burning quietly.

He pulled the parchment down, and the burning sparks spread, forming a long string of cursive characters: All England Wizarding Duels.

This font, resembling a burning line of fire, is a type of magic called "marking spell," which creates a striking visual effect.

Fred and George had previously used this magic to attract their classmates' attention when they advertised and promoted their magic fireworks.

Vizette also had some recollection of this "All-British Wizarding Duel Tournament";

He remembered that the day before the dueling club event was also the eve of the Christmas holidays;

When my roommates were talking about the Duel Club, Anthony Goldstein mentioned it once, and it was Wizette who spoke up and said the full name of the tournament.

According to relevant records of magical history, the "All England Wizarding Duels" was originally just a dueling tournament held in England;

However, as history changed, the dueling tournament also changed, gradually becoming a dueling event for wizards in the British Isles, hence the name "All England Wizarding Duel Tournament".

Even in the later development process, wizards from other magical worlds in Europe would become interested in the "All-British Wizarding Tournament" and come to participate.

……

Vizette continued to pull the parchment down, the fire burning out and being reprinted onto the parchment, the words "All England Wizarding Duels" turning a dark gray color.

Below the text is a series of wizard silhouettes, each a different color, all wearing pointed hats and wizard robes, pointing their wands at each other with the tips of the wands flashing with various colors.

All these silhouettes are contained within a trophy, inside which is written:

The defeated become embers of war, while the victors are rekindled, marching towards the glory of the strongest duelist!

Who can participate? There are no age restrictions. As long as you pass the initial screening, the All England Wizarding Duel Tournament welcomes all wizards!

[Initial screening and assessment registration date: October 31, 1993.]

[Initial screening deadline: November 30, 1993.]

[Registration Location: Fedroth – Ruins of Aindale Castle – Duelist Statue.]

Below the trophy is a slightly wobbly egg, which emits a faint glow and has no further details, making it look very mysterious.

The egg and trophy were surrounded by Galleons, written in an extremely flamboyant style, indicating the prize money for the competition: two thousand Galleons.

Below the trophy, egg, and Galleon, there is a small map, which is clearly a map of Federot's region;

In the lower right corner of the map, there is a gray wax coating with a trophy symbol, which should indicate the location of the registration point.

……

"How about it?" Flitwick asked with a smile. "Interested in this? I remember last school year you mentioned wanting to experience the atmosphere of a dueling tournament."

"As a former dueling champion, the organizers of the 'All England Wizarding Tournament' sent me this promotional poster as usual... I was just thinking of going to find you!"

In fact, it was Vizet's performance in North America during the summer that led Flitwick to make this decision.

“Professor Flitwick, of course I’m very interested in the ‘All-British Wizarding Tournament’,” Vizzett nodded quickly, “but I still have a question…”

"Is its competition time fixed... or completely random? After all, I'm still a student... Although I really want to participate, I can't put the cart before the horse."

“Of course!” Flitwick smiled with satisfaction. “Putting the cart before the horse is not a good thing, but you can rest assured about the schedule!”

"In the earliest days of the 'All England Wizarding Tournament,' the schedule was indeed not very fixed. However, as more and more wizards signed up, the rules of the tournament became more and more complete."

“Normally, the ‘All England Wizarding Tournament’ is held on weekends… As a previous champion, I do have some privileges…”

"If you're really interested, I can help coordinate and choose a suitable time for you. Of course, that's all I can do."

“Professor Flitwick, of course I understand!” Vizette nodded quickly and said, “Since it is a dueling tournament, the most important thing is of course the duelists themselves.”

“Very good!” Flitwick’s smile widened. “So, it seems you’ve made your decision?”

“Professor Flitwick, I want to participate in this ‘All-British Wizarding Duel Tournament’!” Vizzett said. “I would love to participate in such a grand event and also want to exchange ideas with more wizards.”

“Very good!” Flitwick nodded and pointed to the parchment. “See that sealing wax with the trophy mark? It’s actually a special door key.”

"When the registration time arrives, this sealing wax will turn red, which means it is ready to use. You just need to press this sealing wax to get to the registration location."

"However, under normal circumstances, the Portkey will not work around Hogwarts Castle, so you have to go to Hogsmeade Village to use this special Portkey."

"If you decide on a time to register, you can tell me the time, and I can write a letter to arrange a carriage for you to go to Hogsmeade Village."