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

When helping Vizette correct her pronunciation, Vizette could see an extremely complex expression in Dumbledore's eyes.

Vizette has some knowledge of various spells, and he wants to learn this spell and ensure that the pronunciation is accurate without spending too much time.

"These are all old stories." Dumbledore let out a soft breath, took the macaron handed to him by Vizet, and swallowed it whole with a rather hearty gusto.

After he swallowed the macaron, his expression returned to normal. "Actually... the focus of this armor is not on the incantation."

"Of course, for you, incantations and spell-casting gestures can play a good guiding role, that much is undeniable."

“You need to guide your ‘soul’ through spell gestures…” His gaze shifted between the snacks and teaware.

Dumbledore hesitated for only a moment before decisively choosing the tea set.

He held the tea set in his hands, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, the teacup flew up and floated in front of Vizet.

"Since this is your first time casting a spell, using some props will make it easier to complete the magic. Just cast the spell on the teacup!"

"You need to infuse this teacup with 'soul' through a spell... The spell serves as a guide to help you manifest the proper form of armor."

"It's important to note... we are wizards, not Boggarts... therefore, possessing a complete 'spirit' and 'soul' is the key to our control over the armor!"

……

Following Dumbledore's instructions, Vizette slowly waved her wand, guiding the "soul" while using it to draw the shape of a water droplet.

Just as Dumbledore predicted, once the nature of the Boggarts was understood, learning armor magic would not be difficult.

"Knight of the Blood Oath!"

Vizette followed the incantation instructions precisely, uttering a soft, melodious sound while pressing the tip of her wand against the teacup.

The teacup transformed rapidly, turning into a gleaming suit of armor;

The armor bears a striking resemblance to the armored giant composed of a soul labyrinth.

Especially the breastplate in the center of the armor, which emits an incredibly soft light, like the bright and warm moonlight;

At the joints of the armor, a subtle silver-blue light shone, adding a unique charm to the armor.

Vizette tried to make the armor move, and the armor indeed raised its arm in response to his intention, without that dry feeling.

"See? It's that simple!" Dumbledore said with a smile. "It only takes one spell to succeed!"

Chapter 182 Moving with the Soul

As the armor transformed back into a teacup, Vizet closed his eyes, and the various details of casting the armor's magic slowly surfaced in his memory.

Through this recollection, he realized a key point: the water droplets drawn by the spell gestures might not be water droplets at all, but rather drops of blood.

As for further conclusions, he needs to cast the spell again to gain more experience and verify his idea.

After all, it was his first time casting armor magic, and he was more focused on "casting the spell" to ensure a high success rate.

It wasn't because he didn't trust Dumbledore, but rather because it was his long-standing habit to ensure the magic would succeed first, in order to avoid the potential consequences of a failed spell.

This is an example that Flitwick told them in their first year—remember the lesson of the wizard Balufeo: be sure to pronounce the spell correctly to avoid having a bison standing on your chest.

Vizette raised her wand again, tracing a path with the outline of a water droplet, "Knight of the Blood Oath!"

The armor reappeared before him, and this time, casting the armor magic gave him even more insights, further validating his own ideas.

Based on his knowledge of bloodline magic, he sensed that the guiding gesture of this spellcasting was channeling the "soul" through the blood to the wand, thereby transforming it into armor.

As Dumbledore said, humans are different from Boggarts; they possess a "spirit" and a "soul." Therefore, the role of blood is not only to guide, but also to serve as a bridge for the "spirit" to communicate with the "soul."

Using blood and the body that contains blood as a bridge, the "spirit" can communicate with the "soul," achieving smooth control over the armor.

Vizette now understands somewhat why Dumbledore said, "The point of this armor is not the spell."

The most important part is the inner workings and processes of armor magic, because it involves the wizard's use of the soul.

……

After analyzing the situation to this point, Wizette had a new idea and asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore, is this how I understand it?"

"This is only the first stage of armor magic... that's why it's just armor... it has many more possibilities, can I think that?"

Upon hearing Vizet's question, Dumbledore stroked his beard and nodded slightly, saying, "Very perceptive. It certainly has many more possibilities."

"The armor is just a form of expression. The reason I used this magic and made it look like armor was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."

"Being able to actively use one's soul is not a simple matter... If we have to rank wizards, this is a relatively appropriate way to do so."

He didn't hold the wand; he simply waved his hand casually, and the entire headmaster's office sprang into action.

The silverware on the table flew into the air and flowed like a river. In the blink of an eye, the silverware had completely disappeared, turning into a river of silver.

Everything around us was like that, whether it was furniture or books, they all flew up, constantly stacking and rearranging themselves, transforming into new things;

The entire principal's office seemed to darken, and the river of silver dispersed into the air, transforming into a sky full of stars;

The furniture and books that had been rearranged and merged together have now transformed into Hogwarts Castle, bathed in the glittering starry sky.

"That's the process."

Dumbledore's gentle voice rang out, and in the blink of an eye, everything around Vizzet returned to normal, as if everything that had just happened was just his illusion.

However, he also understood that what had just happened was definitely not an illusion, but rather the application of the soul, an extremely obscure and difficult-to-record realm.

As her understanding of the soul deepened, Vizet came to realize just how difficult it was to do something so effortlessly.

Rather than deliberately casting spells, Dumbledore's style was more like "doing whatever he wanted," able to do whatever he conceived of.

Vizette closed her eyes, recalling what she had just seen and felt;

He even recalled a distant past when Voldemort had mentioned to him that the so-called "free" use of magic actually involved a degree of manipulation of the soul.

This wouldn't surprise Vizzet at all, after all, Voldemort was known as "the most dangerous dark wizard in history," so his magical abilities were beyond doubt.

Dumbledore returned to his seat, waved his hand to make the cold tea disappear, and refilled the two teacups with tea.

He leisurely ate his snacks, blew on the steaming tea, took a sip, and enjoyed the pleasant feeling.

……

As the sun shone even brighter outside the window, Vizette slowly opened her eyes.

He exhaled softly, looked at the teacup still on the tea tray, and tapped the table lightly with his finger.

The teacup trembled slightly, as if it had received some kind of summons, and then, like a standing long jump, it leaped directly off the tea table.

The teacup traced a beautiful arc in mid-air before landing in front of Vizet.

The tea rippled gently without spilling a drop; the teacup moved lightly, without making much noise.

“So this is what it feels like…” Vizet rubbed his temples and said with a sigh.

He neither cast a levitation spell nor a summoning spell, but based on the principles of armor magic, he used the connection between "spirit" and "soul" to imagine that the teacup and tea should come to him.

The tea and teacup responded to his idea, and so they jumped over without making a sound or spilling tea on the table.

Without a doubt, making good use of one's soul is an extremely difficult thing;

Even just bringing over a teacup and tea took him a lot of effort, and the effect was similar to a levitation spell or a summoning spell.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I now feel even more strongly that... the wizards who invented the Levitation Charm and the Summoning Charm are truly remarkable!”

"Oh?" Dumbledore murmured, his expression quite surprised, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

“There aren’t many wizards who can use the soul in this way…” Vizet said, “After all, there are just too many things to consider!”

"But the Levitation Charm is different from the Summoning Charm. As long as wizards practice diligently, they can master it no matter what... I think that's perhaps the true meaning of magic..."

"It's not about showing off, but about enabling more people to have a more convenient life and relieving some people of their troubles... Creation is the meaning of magic."

“Indeed, creation is the meaning of magic…” Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. “Destruction is far too easy; even a glass of water could be the cause of destruction.”

"But to brew a potion that can dispel curses with just a cup of water... to achieve this, there are many things to consider; it's not a simple matter!"

Chapter 183 Neville and Hannah's Complementarity

In October, autumn quietly arrives in the Scottish Highlands, and the chill gradually intensifies.

Most students felt that, perhaps due to the influence of the Dementors, this autumn was more gloomy than in previous years.

October in the Scottish Highlands always seems to be a time of heavy rain;

Although it wasn't as fierce as last year's rain, it felt much colder than last year's rain.

Accompanied by a series of footsteps, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, the Weasley twins staggered into the entrance hall.

Fred turned weakly to the side and slumped into an armchair. "The rain is like hail right now."

George raised his right hand and extended his index finger, saying fiercely, "No doubt about it, it must have been the Dementors!"

These words seemed to drain all his strength, and like Fred, he slumped into another armchair.

Neville ran up to the two men, anxiously asking, "Fred... what happened to you? Were you attacked by Dementors?"

Fred's eyes seemed to have lost their luster, staring blankly at the sky. "Perhaps being attacked by Dementors... would make things a little easier?"

George felt the same way and slowly said, "We were attacked...the attackers...were an extremely terrifying creature..."

Neville's eyes widened, and he instinctively held his breath. "There are creatures more terrifying than...dementors?"