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

Vizette felt herself gradually calming down, and the depression and frustration in her heart dissipated considerably.

Luna raised her wrist and pointed the crystal bead at the sky, where the moon shyly peeked out with half its face.

"The moon rises tonight, and the sun will rise again tomorrow. They are like the phoenix's rebirth and regeneration, which are all natural things."

Vizette listened quietly to Luna's words, and upon seeing those light golden eyes, she suddenly smiled with relief.

He was like Cedric on the train, trapped in a maze;

He trapped himself for a long time because of an incredibly simple question;

Fortunately, a kind of elf-like guide showed him the way.

"An ending may just mean... the beginning of a new life. The same goes for failure; it's all valuable experience. I've just had too much luck lately."

"Maybe I need to eat some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?" Luna's eyes crinkled. "Dad always tells me he'll taste vomit..."

“Of course, I remember there was a packet in the sugar jar!” Vizette nodded. “Hopefully, my luck won’t be that bad… Vomit is fine, I can only tolerate the smell of snot.”

“I’m so lucky, I always get to eat orange flavor,” Luna said with a smile. “If it tastes good, I’ll share it with you.”

Vizette slowly stood up, looked at Luna who was tucking her hair behind her ear, and felt that everything was as before.

Setbacks are not a big deal; what matters is how you face them.

……

During her last Christmas holiday, Wizette focused on life.

The professors' gifts were all packed into suitcases and carefully stored away, to be unsealed on their return journey.

"The Shadow in the Fortress! The Wizard's Last Dance!" was so popular that it was even placed on the front shelf of Flourish and Blotts bookstores.

Xenophilius was extremely busy during the day, starting the printing press early in the morning to print the book again and again.

Wizette and Luna continued their travels around London using the Filo network.

This trip was different from the previous ones; neither of them had any specific purpose in mind, and they simply wanted to enjoy the purest form of happiness.

They would take the Knight Bus to the farmers' market in the suburbs, sit on the peeling white paint on the wooden chairs, and enjoy the crispy toast and fresh cheese.

After finishing breakfast, I sat on a chair to digest, smelling the aroma of flowers and coffee outside the restaurant, observing the passersby, and trying to imagine what would happen next.

They would stroll along the banks of the Thames, counting how many spires and domes London had on the other side.

Or climb the hill next to the city and enjoy panoramic views of the cityscape...

Vizette felt that her body and mind had been well-rested, which seemed to be more effective than taking a soul-soothing drug.

If we compare him to a house still under construction, then the magical knowledge is the foundation and brickwork, while the details of daily life form the windows.

With these windows, the moonlight can shine into the room...

Before we knew it, the day to return to school had arrived.

Vizette and Luna didn't say much goodbye; they just glanced at each other and felt they had said everything.

After saying goodbye to Luna, Vizet boarded the train again and returned to Hogwarts.

……

The Scottish Highlands were still covered in snow, and the gatekeeper, Filch, was shivering in a thick coat.

Leaning against the railing of the small platform, he shouted rudely at the students getting off the train: "Come over here! Follow me!"

Led by Filch, Vizette arrived at a wide dirt road through the woods, where rows of carriages were parked.

Vizet climbed into one of the carriages, and the carriage doors closed automatically, then slowly started moving again.

He used his Magic Eye to look ahead curiously, where there was a huge magic circuit. With the power of his intermediate Magic Eye, he could not see its specific composition.

With the intermediate level of magical vision, one can see creatures no larger than a wizard, but can only glimpse the vague magical circuits of large creatures.

As for what kind of magical circuits a wizard possesses, the current capabilities of the Eye of Magic are completely inaccessible.

When Vizette returned to her dormitory, she found it empty.

Judging from the messy arrangement of their desks, their roommates were probably making a final push, battling with the homework that had piled up over the entire holiday.

Sure enough, Vizette found a note on her desk with a request for help from her four roommates: Vizette, come to the library and help us check our homework!

He took Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick's notes with him and went to the bustling library.

Mrs. Pince was much stricter than usual, and would randomly expel a group of "lucky" students if the noise exceeded a certain level.

Anthony and his companions were very prescient; they hid in the corner furthest from Mrs. Pince, and would occasionally peek into the distance.

When they saw Wizette, they immediately showed joy and, taking advantage of Mrs. Pince's turn, stood up and waved frantically.

"Vizet! You're finally back!" Michael said in a low voice. "Quickly, help us see if there's anything we can optimize!"

Ravenclaws have high standards for their assignments. Completing the assignments is just the basics; what they really want is to get good feedback and strive for excellence.

Vizette quickly reviewed the four students' work and praised them, "Well done!"

"If you really want to improve, you can quote the original text from the book as the ending to elevate the theme."

"Let me think. In the twelfth cabinet of the Potions section, there is a book called 'Basic Potions Essays,' which has serious and concise sentences, in line with Professor Snape's style."

"In the sixth cabinet of the Spells section, there is a copy of 'Chawick's Magic Volume 1.' The summaries in it are quite interesting. You can refer to them and make some modifications."

"In the fifteenth shelf of the Transfiguration section, which I think is the sixth row, there's a book called 'From Silver Needles to Sharp Blades,' and the sentences in it are quite good..."

"You're amazing!" The four roommates whispered and gave Vizet a thumbs up.

They split up, trying to remain as quiet as possible to avoid being criticized by Mrs. Pince, and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​books in the library.

"Vizet! Vizet!"

Two extremely faint sounds appeared.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron appeared before Vizzet.

"Hmm?" Wizette glanced at Mrs. Pins and asked in a low voice, "Is there something you need?"

Chapter 92 Nicolas Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone

“Um…” Ron and Harry exchanged a glance and said in unison, “Do you know Nicolas Flamel?”

Harry and Ron stayed at school for the holiday, spending several days in the library.

They weren't doing an assignment; they were searching for news of a name—Nico Lemaître.

Harry felt the name was familiar, but despite their best efforts—they practically turned the library upside down—they still couldn't find any trace of it.

Even Hermione, who returned to school, couldn't find any information about Nicolas Flamel.

The three decided to try their luck at the library again, and happened to run into Vizette. Given their trust in Vizette, they decided to come over and ask her.

“You know what?” Harry looked at Vizzet expectantly, “After all, you’re simply…”

Ron immediately chimed in, "She's even more of a Mrs. Pince than Mrs. Pince! Not only does she know the title, she also knows where to find the book!"

These were all things they had witnessed firsthand; after all, Vizet had helped them with a lot of homework before becoming friends with Hermione.

“Nico Lemaître?” Vizette searched through the books in his mind, quickly found the relevant information, and extracted the key details.

"He is an immortal wizard, a great alchemist, currently living in seclusion in Devonshire, and possesses the only Philosopher's Stone in the world."

"So that's how it is!" Harry gasped upon hearing this. "Fluwill was guarding the Philosopher's Stone!"

Ron continued, "Merlin's beard! Snape was after the Philosopher's Stone!"

“Oh? Fluffy? Professor Snape? The Philosopher's Stone?” Vizette raised an eyebrow. “The Philosopher's Stone at the school?”

"Hey!" Hermione called out in a fluster when she heard Vizet's series of questions.

Although she had a vague feeling that something was wrong, she was unable to stop Harry and Ron in time.

The two not only revealed crucial information that aroused Wizette's suspicions, but also caught Mrs. Pince's attention.

As a result, Harry, his two friends, and Vezel were thrown out of the library, and even Vezel was asked to leave.

“I’m sorry…we really didn’t mean to drag you into this…” Ron’s face was flushed, almost the same color as his hair.

Hermione asked eagerly, "Vizet, you just said Nicolas Flamel is an immortal wizard? What do you mean?"

"He lived for over six hundred years, from 1327 to the present day," Wizette said succinctly.

"So that's how it is!" Ron exclaimed in realization. "That's why we spent the entire Christmas holiday looking for 'Studies in the Development of Modern Wizardry,' but we couldn't find it anywhere!"

"I remember where I am! Wait for me... See you in the Great Hall!" Hermione was very anxious and ran towards the moving staircase in a hurry.

"You...don't you eat Chocolate Frog?" Vizette looked at Ron and Harry. "The name Nicolas Flamel appears in Chocolate Frog pictures."

"Really?" Ron and Harry were somewhat bewildered.

"It wasn't a picture of Nicolas Flamel, but one that was mentioned in a picture of Principal Dumbledore," Wizette said.

“Oh! Headmaster Dumbledore!” Harry’s eyes lit up. “I knew I’d seen him! I’ve been saying that all along!”

He fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a crumpled chocolate frog picture card, and began to read the words on it.

"Twelve uses for dragon blood discovered... remarkable achievements in alchemy with my partner Nicolas Flamel!"

"I can't believe I didn't think of that!" Ron raised his fist and smacked his forehead. "I had collected over five hundred picture cards!"