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

"Coo coo?" Thor whimpered twice and nuzzled Vizet's neck.

Vizette shook her head, her thoughts returning to reality.

He first picked Saul up and said softly, "Why don't you go back and rest first? It's really too tiring for you to keep running back and forth like this."

"Goo?" Thor tilted his head and lightly pecked his hand with his beak, as if to indicate that he didn't care.

“I plan to submit my work to Mr. Lovegood, so I can’t finish writing it so quickly.” Vizette smiled helplessly and rephrased, “Could you come and pick up the letter tomorrow afternoon?”

"Coo coo!" Thor took the advice as suggested, flapped his wings and took flight, nimbly flying out of the window and gliding into the night.

Vizette picked up a toffee and popped it into her mouth.

This time he didn't chew; he waited slowly for the candy to melt before picking up his pen to start writing a letter.

Whether it was the unique flavor of the gummy candy or the taste of home, he wasn't sleepy at all.

Two months can change a lot of things.

For example, they gained a deeper understanding of magic, mastered a dangerous curse, and acquired a great deal of ancient magical power.

For example, he can now reply to letters with ease, conveying everything he wants to say to Luna.

As for tonight's extraordinary encounter, he plans to refer to the novels he read in his previous life and write some more dramatic stories.

This was no easy task. By the time he had finalized the overall framework, the sun had already risen outside the window.

Facing the rising sun, Vizette stood up and stretched.

"A brand new day!"

Today is Friday, and the first-graders in Ravenclaw have no classes this morning, so they can catch up on their sleep.

When I woke up, it was already noon. The midday sun shone on the blue carpet, making me feel like I was on a cloud.

Vizette stood by the window, gazing at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

It is now late autumn and early winter, and the Forbidden Forest is still a dark expanse. It is likely that only when winter arrives will snowflakes adorn it with a silver coat.

The plum tree on the windowsill sprouted, the seedlings stretching their bodies in the sunlight, fully enjoying the caress of the sun.

With Professor Sprout's guidance, the plum seedlings are growing well.

Anthony's voice suddenly rang out, "We took care of it for you this morning."

My roommates all returned to the dormitory, each carrying a few oil-paper packets that faintly exuded a rich aroma.

Chris put down the oil paper package he was carrying. "I noticed you hadn't come to the auditorium, so I brought it back for you."

Just as Vizette was about to express her gratitude, Michael spoke first: "No need for thanks. Don't you bring us breakfast when we haven't woken up yet in the morning?"

"Oh! What a pity about last night's Halloween dinner." Terry closed his eyes, savoring the memory. "You weren't here last night, and that Yorkshire pudding with pumpkin pulp was really memorable..."

Michael started gossiping again, chuckling sarcastically, "If you like eating so much, you should go to Hufflepuff!"

Terry immediately retorted, "Heh heh! If it weren't for you last night, I wouldn't have known Yorkshire pudding was so delicious. You're more suited to Hufflepuff!"

Anthony concluded, "My suggestion is that you all go together!"

Vizette was already used to her roommates' playful antics.

He picked up a piece of apple pie and sat down at his desk to watch the spectacle.

When you're hungry, sweets always have a special appeal.

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Chapter 67 Devil's Web

Upon leaving the Ravenclaw common room, Wizette noticed something strange: people around him were pointing and whispering.

Even after walking past him, they would turn back, as if wanting to confirm something.

Anthony leaned closer to Vizet, saying with a mixture of envy and jealousy, "You're a celebrity now, after all, you defeated the troll."

“Absolutely!” Michael nodded. “I’ve heard several versions of the story today, and they seem quite different from what you told me last night.”

"Several versions of the story?" Vizette asked, puzzled. "What do they all say?"

He was still thinking about his manuscript; it would be good if he could get inspiration from these stories.

Michael turned to Chris and asked, "Chris, do you remember what Ron and the others said?"

“Hmm, let me think…” Chris scratched his head. “They seem to be saying that the giant is quite unusual, much smarter than Flint, and can even throw wooden clubs to attack.”

“Flint…” Upon hearing this name, Vizet couldn’t help but chuckle.

As a member of the Ravenclaw team, he also knew about the teams of the other three houses, with Flint being the captain of the Slytherin team.

As a seasoned Quidditch fan, Anthony immediately understood what Wizette was laughing about.

He also burst into laughter. "Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been at odds. I've seen that Flint a few times, and he does... look a bit like a troll, just too short."

"Are you even going to listen to me anymore?" Chris complained, clearly annoyed.

Michael quickly replied, "Of course I'll listen! Tell me quickly!"

With some people chiming in, Chris continued, "Vizet used a levitation charm to catch the stick, then threw it back, which blew the troll's head open."

"For some reason, the fallen giant came back to life, seemingly turning into a corpse, and even tried to take Vizet down with it."

"At such a critical moment, Vizet used a spell that emitted black mist and successfully dealt with the ghoul that had turned into a zombie."

Wizette touched his nose; he had reason to suspect that the story must have come from Fred and George.

Only Fred and George, as eyewitnesses, knew so many details.

“That fits the Gryffindor story perfectly,” Terry commented. “They love stories of single-handedly defeating enemies, and those stories best exemplify courage.”

Upon arriving at the greenhouse, several Ravenclaw girls gathered together, their faces beaming with excitement as they discussed something.

They would glance towards the door every now and then, then look disappointed and start chattering again.

The girls stopped chatting when Vizette and her group appeared at the door. They looked at Vizette with curious eyes and would cover their mouths and giggle.

Terry gestured towards the girls with his chin, "They came over to ask us several times this morning. If it weren't for Prefect Penelope stopping them, I bet they would have stormed into the dorms."

"Damn it!" Michael clenched his fist, looking utterly heartbroken. "When will I finally be the subject of their conversations again?!"

“When you get a ‘T’ on your final exams,” Anthony teased. “When a Ravenclaw gets a ‘T,’ everyone else can use you to save the day when they want to explain why they didn’t do well.”

“I support you in doing that!” Chris said solemnly. “Not only will the girls talk about you, but we will also remember your ‘great achievements’!”

The school bell rang, and Sprout, wand in hand, arrived at the greenhouse, with two large boxes floating behind him.

"Children, it's time for class!"

The two large boxes were different; one was an ordinary wooden box, while the other was coated with a thick layer of black lacquer.

"Let's open 'A Thousand Wonderful Herbs and Mushrooms,' turn to page 726, and learn about an extremely dangerous vine—the Devil's Web!"

"They usually appear in dark and damp places, such as dense rainforests and miasma-filled swamps, which are their breeding grounds..."

"Remember! Be extremely careful of the devil's web; they are incredibly cunning and can even disguise themselves..."

She picked up her wand and tapped the ordinary wooden box, which opened with a click.

Inside is a vibrant green vine that sways back and forth like a crab claw.

"This is a Christmas cactus, a common magical plant. It's vigorous and easy to care for; it can even survive a month without watering."

As a demonstration, she watered the Christmas cactus, and it immediately swayed happily, as if it were dancing.

“Okay, everyone please stand back.” She cleared her throat and clapped her hands at the students. “I’m going to open another box, which contains the Devil’s Net…”

Sprout stepped back five meters, signaling the students to stand behind her, before waving her wand and dimming the greenhouse like dusk.

The dark wooden box was opened at this moment, and the magical plant inside looked very similar to the Christmas cactus. Not only were the vines emerald green, but the swaying motion was also almost identical, making it look harmless and interesting.

Sprout promptly reminded them, "It's the Devil's Web, just disguised as a Christmas cactus... Now please take a closer look!"

She transformed a tissue into a sheepdog, urging it to slowly approach the devil's net.

The students craned their necks, full of curiosity, eagerly anticipating what would happen next.

During his daily lectures, Sprout always seemed to be in a very cheerful mood.

Sprout seemed like a different person today; not only was his face serious, but his tone was also much more solemn.

Inspired by her, the students held their breath and dared not relax for a moment.

Vizette was also on high alert, using her Magic Eye and the Guardian Meditation Technique to carefully observe what would happen next.

With the blessing of the Magic Eye, the two plants in front of them underwent a slight change, displaying similar shapes of blurry magic circuits.

Using the basic Magic Eye, one can only see the magic circuits of magical materials;

For untreated magical plants and magical creatures, the magic circuits become much more blurred.

Sprout's sheepdogs are getting closer and closer to the devil's web.

The devil's web, like the Christmas cactus next to it, is harmless, giving off a sense of calm before the storm.

Twelve feet... eleven feet... ten feet...

The students silently counted the numbers in their minds, estimating the distance between the sheepdog and the devil's net.