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

It was precisely because of this plan that he provoked great dissatisfaction among the public and wizards, and subsequently ended his three-year term as Minister of Magic in haste, stepping down in 1962.

In 1990, Cornelius Fudge became Minister for Magic in England. If he could step down before the end of the school year, he would have served as Minister for Magic for four years.

He's a bit stronger than Ignatius Taft.

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The familiar scent of herbs wafted to her nose, and as Vizette watched the fair hand approach, a cool, soft touch touched her forehead.

“I saw the harassing flies…” Luna frowned slightly. “Is it because of the Dementors?”

I don't know when it started, but the water and fire immunity spell on her body disappeared, and the rain slid down her face without any hindrance, slowly falling down her chin;

The soft mist danced around her, as if draping her in a misty veil;

Her pale golden hair curled slightly under the light rain, like ears of wheat in the morning sunlight, shimmering with a soft glow.

Vizette quickly extended her wand, "Water and fire..."

“I dispelled the spell myself…” Luna placed her hand on Vizet’s wand and said in a soft, ethereal voice, “Don’t you feel that the rain is a little different now?”

"Stop the spell immediately!" Vizet tapped his arm lightly with his wand, thus dispelling the protection of the water and fire immunity spell.

As Luna said, the rain was different this time.

Vizette closed her eyes and stretched out her hands, palms facing up, touching the fine rain that felt like drifting catkins, savoring its unique sensations.

The autumn rain in the Scottish Highlands is naturally cold, but the raindrops that touched his palms at that moment, giving him the most direct feeling, were not so purely cold.

The impure part comes from a bone-chilling cold, like the immediate feeling one gets when a Dementor appears;

This impurity is decreasing rapidly; the next drop of rain is a fraction less than the previous one.

The raindrops on my palms gradually increased, and the chill of late autumn also gradually increased, until the biting cold completely disappeared.

……

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” Luna could easily sense the subtle change in Vizette’s expression. “When Dementors appear, the rain gets very cold…”

"It's so cold it feels like fallen leaves are crying... Sad bugs would love this kind of rain; they'd crawl out of their nests and soak up the rain."

She reached out and caught the raindrops. "Rain without Dementors is more interesting. Although it's still cold, it feels like nature humming a lullaby..."

Vizette tilted her head slightly, as if listening to something. "The leaves are singing too, but this song... is the song of autumn."

Luna smiled beautifully, her eyes slightly narrowed and her delicate eyebrows arched, as if she had just finished listening to a melodious tune. "After listening to this piece, the Forbidden Forest will hibernate!"

This is the lightest rain in recent times, and it's worth stopping to experience it.

A fallen leaf drifted into Vizet's hand, and he tapped it with his wand, turning it into an umbrella.

The umbrella created a small world, and the light rain, like drifting catkins, clung to it, taking a great deal of effort to gather into a single drop before sliding down the umbrella frame and landing in Luna's palm.

One drop on the left, one drop on the right, and then two more raindrops fell from the other side...

In this small world, Luna was like a cheerful and busy bee, circling around Vizet, collecting the raindrops that had been painstakingly gathered.

I don't know how much time passed, but the rain gradually stopped, and the sounds of the wind, rain, and leaves were no longer so obvious.

What Wizette could feel more was the drum-like sound, seemingly coming from within, yet also drifting around her.

The sky cleared, and the leaden-gray clouds slowly dispersed, revealing a leaden-white sky.

Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, gently caressing Luna's long hair and casting a soft halo over it, like a crown woven from sunlight.

At this moment, from the biting cold to the chill of late autumn, and finally to the warmth of the sunlight, Vizet suddenly had a different feeling.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on it; it felt like he was just one step away from success.

“Vizet! Doesn’t it look like casting a guardian spell…” Luna let her cascading hair fall loose, smoothing each strand gently. “The sun is out, and the cold is gone!”

Guardian Angel Healing Spell!

Vizette now understands how to improve the "Guardian Angel Healing Spell"!

Chapter 208 A Day in the Life of Sirius Black

Sirius's first failed attempt to infiltrate the Gryffindor common room left him feeling somewhat disheartened.

He was too hasty at the time; he shouldn't have tried to achieve his goal by threatening the fat lady's portrait without a password.

As a member of Gryffindor, he knew very well that the Fat Lady was somewhat vain and wanted to be praised for her shrill and unpleasant high notes, but when it came to crucial issues, the Fat Lady would never back down.

At least she wouldn't back down on the spot, but afterwards the fat lady might be still shaken and temporarily stop guarding the lounge.

……

Perhaps it was because he had been transformed into a black dog for quite some time, Sirius Black felt that his memory seemed to have deteriorated considerably.

There's nothing that can be done about it. Once you revert to human form, you'll inevitably be discovered by wizards or Muggles, thus revealing your whereabouts.

By operating in the form of Animagus, one can avoid revealing their whereabouts as much as possible;

No one would associate that vicious fugitive with a stray dog;

He wasn't just any stray dog; he was a stray dog ​​with matted fur, skin and bones, and in a very sorry state.

However, this has resulted in some images that should have been deeply etched in our minds now appearing hazy and indistinct, like looking at flowers through a fog.

The noise and cheers of Quidditch matches, the cheers rising and falling in the stands—these scenes that were once so familiar to him have gradually faded into scattered fragments.

The continuous rain these past few days seems to be washing away his memories, making those fragments and images increasingly blurry.

On the contrary, a scene purely from imagination seems to be getting clearer and clearer—

After becoming Harry's godfather, he had hoped that one day he could sit in the stands with James and Lily and cheer for Harry's speed on the Quidditch pitch.

This unfulfilled wish became the driving force that kept him moving forward.

The end of Halloween marks the beginning of the Quidditch Academy Cup;

Sirius Black knew there was a path in the Forbidden Forest that he could follow to reach the Quidditch pitch without any risk.

James discovered this path so that he could get back to the Quidditch pitch as quickly as possible if necessary, and avoid missing the next game.

Sirius Black knew that Harry had also become the Seeker, and he really wanted to see Harry's dashing figure on the Quidditch pitch.

When Harry was one year old, he remembered giving Harry a gift: a custom-made mini flying broom that could only fly two feet off the ground, along with a series of protective magic to ensure Harry's safety.

He also received a reply from Lily, who wrote a lot about Harry and James's expectations for Harry—to become a Quidditch star.

……

Sirius Black, lost in thought, found himself on the viewing platform, standing in what James considered the best spot, searching for Harry's figure.

He only glanced at it, but with the help of the dazzling lightning, he found Harry's figure in the wind and rain;

What struck him was that the figure riding on the flying broomstick looked remarkably like James!

Even with such strong winds and rain, Harry flew steadily, just like the scene he had seen in his dream.

Compared to James at the same age, Harry seems to be a bit thinner and smaller...

Before Sirius Black could make any further guesses, a chilling yet familiar sense of crisis washed over him.

He didn't even need to turn around to know what had happened—those damn Dementors were here!

Have you been discovered?

Otherwise, why would it be such a coincidence?

Why did the Dementors rush over as soon as he glanced at Harry?

Sirius Black learned from his previous experience and dared not hesitate for a moment. He instinctively tucked his tail between his legs and jumped off the stands, trying to escape as quickly as possible.

While searching for food in the trash can, he read reports from discarded copies of the Daily Prophet and understood what kind of punishment he would suffer if caught by the Dementors.

Escaping here as quickly as possible is undoubtedly the wisest choice at this moment;

If the Dementors were indeed drawn here because they found their own trail, then we can lure them away and prevent them from interfering with the Quidditch match.

If the Dementors are in the Quidditch pitch for some other reason, leaving the area in time will prevent your presence from being revealed prematurely.

……

Sirius Black ran as fast as he could, trying to get as far away from the Quidditch pitch as possible.

The good news is that the Dementors didn't come after us, and so is the bad news;

This means they will interfere with the match. Will Harry be in danger?

He was a little afraid to think about it.

A thunderclap suddenly appeared in the sky, and through the gaps in the leaves, he saw an unmanned flying broom—Harry's flying broom!

He followed the trajectory of the flying broom into the distance and saw that the broom had been intercepted by the Man-Beating Willow and smashed into countless pieces.

The flying broom slipped from his hand... What will happen to Harry?

At this moment, he was extremely anxious and even wanted to deliberately expose himself to attract the Dementors' attention and prevent Harry from being harmed by them.

The appearance of several silver lights made Sirius Black abandon his idea.

Yes! The Hogwarts professors are still here!

quack!