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

Luna said, "I'll go with you!"

“Let’s take another route!” Vizzet nodded. “There’s another path leading to the Forbidden Forest, in the same direction as the Quidditch pitch!”

Watching Vizette and Luna disappear through the door, Serena Pendragon stretched and said, "What do you guys think... how about going back to Hogwarts and becoming a professor someday?"

"I must admit... it's quite satisfying to have a student take notes so quickly while I'm speaking, writing down everything I say..."

“A good choice…” Ominnis Gaunt affirmed, “but finding a satisfactory student is not an easy task.”

“I suggest you don’t say things like that,” Sebastian Salou said. “I remember some Muggle novels…”

"Speaking of some characters in novels... they think about what they should do after victory, even before they have achieved it. Such people often meet a tragic end..."

Serena Pendragon raised her eyebrows. "Annie! You're not allowed to let your brother read this kind of book anymore!"

“The surname Goizueta, coupled with his methods in the Muggle world…” Ominus Gaunt murmured, “He might be no ordinary Muggle!”

“I also think this surname is a bit unusual…” Anne Saru nodded. “Do you remember that Vizette and the others researched a kind of stimulant called ‘Koolik’?”

“I had it at the Leaky Cauldron last time, it was pretty good!” Serena Pendragon nodded. “You think this could be used to ‘put down roots’?”

“We can give it a try!” Ominnis Gunter said. “There are some things we can handle ourselves, there’s no need to get distracted by this kind of thing.”

"Moreover, he seems to have already set up the nodes... What we need to do is very simple, just connect them."

“Students should just focus on their studies!” Serena Pendragon took out a leather bag and opened it in front of the two armored giants. “We should probably get going!”

"Aren't we waiting for them to come back?" Ominnis Gaunt asked.

“No need! Otherwise, the consequences won’t be good!” Serena Pendragon said with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'll leave the spot of the 'Merlin Trial Altar' and then leave! If I don't say goodbye, we can meet again! Isn't that a good thing?"

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Despite the heavy rain and overcast skies, the students of Hogwarts remained enthusiastic, crowding the stands and giving their all.

For the Quidditch players on both teams, this kind of weather will definitely affect their performance.

Harry sat on the bench in the dressing room, listening to the howling wind outside, sighed softly, took out his wand and tapped it against his glasses, "Immune to water and fire!"

Unable to go to Hogsmeade, he could only spend his weekends studying magic, in addition to training, following the methods provided by Vizet.

Learning magic with the talent of a Seeker is indeed very suitable for him. He always masters spells like the Water and Fire Immunity Spell, perhaps because they can be used on the field.

Due to the continuous heavy rain, the grass on the Quidditch pitch was very wet and soft, and the grass and soil were mixed together. Just walking towards Mrs. Hodge felt like wading through a mud pit for the Quidditch players.

Oliver Wood kept glancing back, noticing that Harry didn't seem to be wet at all, and forced a smile, saying, "Good! That way it won't affect your performance!"

“And there’s a strong wind…” Harry shook his head, looking at Cedric Diggory in the distance, “With his physique… he should be able to perform better than me.”

“You’ve been training really hard lately, you’ll definitely be fine! Hiss…” Oliver Wood clenched his fist, then suddenly let out a painful groan with a contorted expression.

Harry quickly asked, "Wood, what's wrong?"

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning...it feels like my stomach is cramping..." Oliver Wood pounded his stomach twice. "I feel much better now!"

Mrs. Hodge blew her whistle, and the Quidditch players from both teams pushed off the mud as hard as they could, soaring into the air.

Oliver Wood's "special training for Wizette" worked, and in less than ten minutes, they were already leading the Hufflepuff team by sixty points.

The weather worsened, with streaks of lightning brutally tearing through the sky, creating one gruesome wound after another.

The rain was like blood dripping from a wound, gushing out and crashing wildly against the ground.

A bolt of lightning flashed in front of Harry, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed what appeared to be a huge black dog on one of the stands.

Another bolt of lightning struck, and the big black dog vanished. All that remained before his eyes was a vast expanse of white, but he heard no thunder.

The surroundings seemed even colder; it felt less like rain pattering on him and more like sand bombarding him relentlessly.

This feeling was very familiar; Harry had had a similar feeling not long ago.

"A...Dementor?"

He subconsciously looked up at the sky, which had turned pitch black, seemingly unlit even by lightning.

The chill quickly spread throughout Harry's body, making him feel suffocated;

He tried to open his mouth wide, and the air mixed with rainwater was inhaled, causing him to cough incessantly.

Suddenly, I heard shouts, screams, and pleas for mercy from both men and women.

It completely overwhelmed his consciousness, dragging him into the abyss...

Chapter 205 So that's where they were!

The blinding lightning, like silver snakes dancing wildly, roared through the sky.

The rain poured down, and countless raindrops, like sharp silver needles, lashed the entire Quidditch pitch as they were carried by the howling wind.

Despite the inclement weather, the students in the stands remained enthusiastic, cheering on the two Quidditch teams on the field.

Ron shouted into the wind and rain to encourage his best friend, "Harry! Hang in there!"

Hermione, on the other hand, looked tense and kept searching for Harry's whereabouts in the air.

Hermione said somewhat uneasily, "With such heavy rain... shouldn't the game be paused?"

“This rain isn’t heavy…” Ron sensed Hermione’s unease and immediately explained.

"When the Chadli Artillery played against Cork, the weather was even worse... but they still played as scheduled."

Hermione's tone still carried a hint of worry, "That's a professional Quidditch team, right? This is just the House Cup..."

“Harry is definitely confident!” Ron reassured him. “You just told me that Harry cast a water and fire immunity spell on himself.”

"He must have been prepared for this! We need to stand here and cheer him on, let him know! Go, Harry!"

Hermione, having grown up in the Muggle world, still finds it somewhat difficult to understand the immense enthusiasm Ron is displaying at this moment.

But Ron was right. The most important thing now is to cheer Harry on and hope he catches the Golden Snitch as soon as possible and gets away from this terrible weather.

……

Just as Hermione was about to speak, she suddenly felt a familiar fear, a fear that, like a swift, venomous snake, quickly crawled up her spine.

Her lips were trembling uncontrollably, as was Ron's, whose face was turning pale at a visible speed, his cheering expression frozen on his face.

"It's a Dementor!" Hermione shook her head violently and grabbed Ron's arm. "Ron, can't you feel it?!"

"The sky! The sky!" Seamus Finnigan cried, pointing tremblingly to the sky. "Look there! It's a Dementor!"

Countless Dementors, like a dark cloud, approached the Quidditch pitch from all directions, and the person closest to them at that moment was Harry Potter.

Upon being in contact with so many Dementors in an instant, Harry almost lost consciousness. Nimbus 2000 flew out of his hand and towards the Willow of Hearts, while he plummeted straight down.

The Dementors high in the sky flew toward the falling Harry, circling him like piranhas devouring his flesh.

Neither of the Quidditch teams continued their game at that moment, attempting to rush into the Dementors and rescue Harry.

However, no matter how hard the batters tried, they couldn't use the ball to create an opening and then rush in to rescue the player.

"No! He's fallen!" Hermione screamed from the stands, quickly pulling her wand from her pocket and pointing it at Harry, who was appearing and disappearing among the Dementors. "Freeze!"

The spell that could be used to control the elves failed to work at this moment, and Harry was still falling.

“We have to take it one step at a time…” Ron also drew his wand, and as if he had thought of something, he chanted a spell in Harry’s direction, “Yugardim Leviosa!”

However, the ordinary levitation charm could only slightly tug at Harry's clothes and could not actually make him float.

……

Another flash of lightning streaked across the field, and the biting cold that had enveloped the Quidditch pitch was suddenly dispelled.

The dazzling lightning transformed into a warm silver light, and several flesh-bodied Patrons appeared, charging towards the group of Dementors surrounding Harry and quickly dispersing the outer ring of Dementors.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

An inspiring voice rang out; it was Dumbledore's voice, thunderous and resounding.

He raised his wand high, and a huge silver phoenix flew out from the tip of the wand.

Silver light illuminated the dark sky, bathing the Quidditch pitch in warmth and dispelling the chill in the students' hearts.

The appearance of the Phoenix Patronus easily defeated the Dementors, who stopped circling around Harry and instead tried to return to the sky.

Dumbledore waved his wand at the group of Dementors, and the silver phoenix followed the wand's trajectory, shooting out instantly to continue driving the Dementors away.

Harry was getting closer and closer to the ground, and even with Cedric Diggory using his full power to fly his broom, he was still some distance away and had no way to catch Harry.

Dumbledore looked up slightly at Harry, then extended his left hand in a gesture as if lifting him up.

The surrounding air distorted slightly, and a magical energy field was formed, helping Harry slow down his fall.

Protected by the magical energy field, Harry fell to the ground like a leaf falling from a branch, floating and swaying without suffering the slightest harm.

……

"Hmm?" Dumbledore frowned as he waved his wand, conjuring a giant umbrella to shield Harry from the rain and a stretcher to lift him up. "So they were there all along!"

“Vizet seems capable of dealing with Dementors… Let’s see how many Dementors will suffer this time… They brought this on themselves… Hopefully, this will teach them a lesson!”

The tabby cat leaped in front of Dumbledore and quickly transformed back into Professor McGonagall.

She glanced at Harry on the stretcher, breathed a slight sigh of relief, then, remembering what Dumbledore had said earlier, asked, "Headmaster Dumbledore, what were you saying just now?"