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

"Did you let Harry and Ron copy your homework? That's wrong! We're definitely going to get points deducted again!"

Hermione, clutching a thick book, spoke at an astonishing pace, her brow furrowed with skepticism.

Vizette looked up. "What are you talking about?"

“I saw it all just now…” Hermione pointed behind her to her “go-to” corner. “Ron and Harry brought their homework over; they must have come to borrow it from you.”

"So where is my homework?" Wizette asked softly, spreading his hands to show the book "Theory of Metamorphic Deformation".

Hermione was speechless for a moment, her ears turning red instantly, and she said in a flustered voice, "I'm sorry... I didn't know..."

Vizette replied calmly, "They did their own homework. I just helped answer some of their questions. It's that simple."

He now somewhat understood why Ron and Harry sounded displeased when Hermione was mentioned.

Such an outspoken and impulsive personality is really hard for people to accept.

"But that's what I told them!" Hermione said indignantly. "I told them that if they copied homework, they would definitely be caught and lose points!"

"Then I said... if they don't understand something, they should come and ask me. We clearly explained it in class, so why didn't they take notes properly?"

Vizette suddenly found it somewhat amusing. "You said all of that?"

"Yes!" Hermione nodded. "She told me everything!"

Wizette continued, "Do you think they'd like to hear you say that?"

"Why wouldn't they be willing..." Hermione hesitated, "It shouldn't be... I'm only doing this for their own good..."

“Hmm…” Vizette frowned. “Actually, I saw your transformation magic last time, turning a match into a needle…”

"You're too greedy. You think you can transform magically in a short time like me? Do you really think you have that ability?"

Hermione's body trembled, and her eyes reddened slightly. "You..."

“Don’t you understand?” Vizette smiled slightly. “What I just said was just mimicking what you said to Ron and the others.”

No one likes to be lectured, and even less likes to be ordered around in a condescending tone, criticized for their shortcomings, or denied for their abilities.

“I know you mean well, but if you want them to accept your advice, you can’t just criticize them.”

"It's almost time, I'm leaving now." He ignored Hermione, who was standing there dumbfounded, and left the library with "The Theory of Metamorphosis" and his notebook.

With plenty of time on the weekend, he planned to continue exploring the magnificent castle and gain more ancient magical power.

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Defense Against the Dark Arts is an extremely important course, which includes encountering various dark magic creatures and learning about curses, poisons, and spells associated with dark magic.

This course also teaches you a lot of offensive magic and how a wizard should fight.

In addition, the course itself is also very popular – forty or fifty years ago, no professor has taught for more than a year.

Even Ravenclaw students would confidently assert, "This course itself is probably cursed!"

Finding a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year has become Dumbledore's primary challenge.

For this reason, the teaching quality of Defense Against the Dark Arts instructors has become uneven.

For example, Quirrell, who is now in charge of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, is generally not highly regarded by his students.

First, Quirrell's appearance is peculiar, with a purple headscarf that smells of garlic wrapped around his head.

Students have to endure the omnipresent smell of garlic during class.

Secondly, there's Quirrell's classroom content. He would read the textbook content in a halting manner, then explain it in a halting manner, making some slight extensions, but lacking real practical content.

Such a class experience is hardly pleasant, with many students calling it a "substitute for history of magic" and openly using it to catch up on sleep.

"Snot Curse! This is... an ancient magic..." Quirrell began his stammering lesson again.

"Wizards...after the Wizarding World War...the improved Snot Spell has...returned to the textbooks!"

The most dangerous thing in black magic is the curse, and the Snot Curse happens to be a curse.

However, in Quirrell's explanation, the spell's effect is very simple—it causes the victim to have a severe runny nose, just like having a bad cold.

The name and description of the snot curse were quite ordinary, and coupled with the stuttering voice, it caused at least half of the students to start dozing off.

Even the Ravenclaw students couldn't resist and simply pulled out the homework Snape had left them the day before, and began writing furiously.

Wizette always finished her homework assigned in class on the same day.

In addition, his extensive experience teaching the history of magic allowed him to painstakingly organize the lecture content and absorb a small amount of knowledge.

For him, piecing together the fragmented classroom content, like a jigsaw puzzle, is also a kind of fun.

The snot curse is not as simple as you might think.

According to Quirrell, the spell underwent several modifications. Especially after the Wizarding World War, the power of the Snot Curse was significantly reduced.

“Professor Quirrell!” Vizette raised her hand. “Do you know the original power of this magic?”

The clear and loud voice instantly woke the students from class, who groggily tried to figure out who was speaking.

“Oh…” Quirrell also seemed to wake from a dream. “Mr. Lovegood, why…why would you think that?”

"Because it's a curse, and as one of the most dangerous types of black magic, it shouldn't only cause a stuffy nose, right?" Vizette said.

"Hehe... Listen... You're paying close attention in class!" Quirrell laughed, his eyes showing satisfaction.

Among the students who were daydreaming, Vizette, who listened attentively, took notes, and thought deeply, stood out from the crowd.

Quirrell continued, "This magic... is ancient because it was inspired by disease or... or plague! A plague that can kill!"

"In other words... the initial effect of this curse was... to kill! It's a murderous curse!"

"A murder curse?" A spell related to death naturally attracted the attention of the students present.

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"The earliest snot curse was... very complex, a compound curse that could cause severe diarrhea, persistent high fever, and skin ulceration..."

Quirrell's stutter was so bad that within three minutes, the students, who had finally managed to stay alert, couldn't hold on any longer and started nodding off.

Vizette's earnestness touched Quirrell, prompting him to open up and offer an in-depth interpretation of the Snot Curse, almost as if he were sharing all his knowledge.

Only Wizette listened with great interest, filling a whole page with notes.

The bell rang, and Quirrell approached Vizette, his expression anxious and his voice hoarse, asking, "Wh...how are you? Can you...understand me?"

“Excellent!” Vizette smiled with satisfaction. “This is the first time I’ve encountered composite magic. Do all the magic I’ve encountered before have similar characteristics?”

Quirrell laughed happily, “A wonderful association… No wonder Professor Flitwick and the others always praise you.”

"Want to learn more about this kind of magic? Come to my office at noon, and I'll recommend some books!"

Vizette nodded and replied, "Of course, no problem. Then I apologize for disturbing your lunch break."

"No...it's nothing!" Quirrell waved his hand, his smile even wider than before. "It's rare to meet such a good...eager student."

He walked heavily back to his office, his back against the door, his eyes filled with pain.

“I have to do this…it’s my master’s order…” he said hysterically, “but he’s just a studious Ravenclaw, just like I used to be…I’m sorry…”

"Hiss!" Quirrell gasped, instinctively clutching his head. The pain made it hard for him to breathe; it was Voldemort's signal to him.

He walked to the middle of the office and took off the purple headscarf in front of the mirror.

The mirror reflected the back of his head, where a terrifying face was located.

Its face resembled a snake's, with only two slits where a nose should be, and its sinister eyes gleamed with an eerie red light.

Voldemort, who was originally attached to the snake, transferred to Quirrell, forming an irresistible subordinate relationship.

Voldemort spoke in a chilling, serpentine voice, "Quirinus... I hope you've brought me good news this time!"

“Master…” Quirrell trembled slightly, his tone extremely respectful, “I have already invited one of the two boys you asked me to keep an eye on.”

“Harry Potter?” Voldemort’s eyes gleamed red, then dimmed again. “No! That boy is no good… You invited Wizette Lovegood?”

“That’s right! I explained the Snot Spell today and successfully caught his attention,” Quirrell said quickly. “I invited him over at noon and recommended some books to him.”

“Just like you, a Ravenclaw, the allure of knowledge is deadly to you!” Voldemort chuckled sinisterly.

“Very good! Quirinas, you’ve done a great job! After all this time, you’ve finally accomplished something real for me!”

"Hurry up and find out how to get into that room on the fourth floor. Once it's done, I'll give you everything you want!"

"Thank you! My master!" Quirrell closed his eyes, his cheeks twitching slightly. "What should I do next?"

"What was the content of your lesson today? Why did it capture his attention?"

“The Snot Curse, I recounted the history of this magic. Vizette felt that since this magic was a curse, it shouldn’t be so simple.”

“His intuition is sharp!” Voldemort sneered. “Those fools used such a silly and common name as the Snot Curse to cover up the true name of this curse in order to deceive others.”

“The Curse of Sickness! Master, you just told me about this spell yesterday.” Quirrell asked, puzzled. “But I don’t understand, what do you intend to do with Vizette? It’s not just about Harry Potter…”

"Quirinus, do not presume to know my intentions!" Voldemort shouted.

Quirrell suddenly felt like his head was going to explode, and he could barely maintain his balance. He broke out in a cold sweat and knelt down on the ground.

"Master... I know I was wrong!" he pleaded hastily. "Master... what should we do?"

"Release everything, Quirinus..." Voldemort's voice was seductive. "I will impart to you the secrets of the Curse of Sickness, and you will then teach this magic to him!"