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

"First, add the dew to the crucible and heat it slowly over a low flame. Then, begin processing the rotten blood grass by crushing it with a mortar and pestle..."

"Pour the castor oil into a beaker and heat it over low heat. Once it bubbles, add the frog brain. While it's heating, prepare the sneezing grass by cutting it into thin strips..."

Snape wasn't slow, and with the help of the Eye of Magic, Vizet was barely able to keep up.

"When you see bubbles forming on the inside of the crucible, add the Angelica pubescens and simmer over low heat for ten minutes. Remove the frog brains, then take a mortar and pestle, add raw castor oil, and pound them together into a paste..."

"Add the crushed rotten blood grass, adjust to medium heat, and simmer until the liquid turns a cloudy color and emits a dim gray mist, then remove from heat and let cool..."

Chapter 94 A Soul So Abundant It Overflows

Although Vizette hadn't learned about the Confusion Potion, she knew the process of making Soul Soothing Agent, so it wasn't difficult for her to follow instructions and do it.

Once he got used to the rhythm, he even had time to take out his notebook and write down the specific procedures and key points.

"Reheat the crucible, add the finely shredded sneezes, and simmer for five minutes... Once the gray mist disappears, add the mixture of frog brains and castor oil, and heat over high heat..."

Vizette scooped out a bewitching potion, a pinkish-purple potion that smelled like leaded gasoline.

Snape then found a toad and dripped the drug onto its back...

The drug trial was very successful. After absorbing the drug, the toads started croaking and jumping around more, even without caring if they bumped into the walls.

"Hmm..." Snape murmured, tossing the toad into the inner door as well. "Let's do it again, I'll tell you what to do, and you do it!"

The same ingredients for the disorientation drug were used, but Snape's command became much rougher.

"Boil the dew over a high flame, then add Angelica pubescens... Just chop up the rotten blood grass, chop it however you like! No need to follow any rules..."

"Mash frog brains and castor oil into a paste, add it directly to the crucible and cook together... Sneezing herbs can also be added... No, wait!"

Halfway through giving instructions, Snape suddenly waved his wand, making all the potion ingredients on the table disappear.

He made a strange request: "Do whatever you want, I just need the final product!"

"Hmm?" Vizette looked up. "Including what happened last time, we don't need to worry about that?"

“That’s right! Just do whatever you want!” Snape nodded. “Don’t look at the cooking time you’ve recorded, don’t worry about the methods in your notes, rely entirely on your intuition and your instincts!”

"Okay!" Vizet was full of questions, but she did as she was told.

He closed his eyes to clear his mind and put himself in a state of emptiness.

If you look into his eyes, you'll find that they are unfocused and have a blank look in them.

Vizette maintained this feeling, casually picked up the potion ingredients on the table, put them into the mortar and pestle, and crushed them all into juice.

Then put the castor oil and frog brains into the crucible and fry them directly.

When a strange, fishy odor filled the air, he poured the juice of a mixture of rotten blood grass, angelica pubescens, and sneezing grass directly into the crucible.

The crucible crackled and popped, replaced by an even stranger, fishy smell that permeated the entire office.

Vizette completed the potion making in only a third of the normal time, and the final product was even pinkish-purple.

A third victim, a toad, appeared. After absorbing the potion, it displayed an even more terrifying madness.

Not only did it exhibit aggressive tendencies, but it also repeatedly rammed its head against the wall, seemingly descending into madness.

“This…” Vizet looked at Snape.

Snape tossed the third toad into the inner door. "As I told you in my letter, don't continue practicing Soul Soothing for now... The Obscurus is still affecting you."

“Your control over Momo Ran is very effective... In all this time, you have only lost control once, and that was on the eve of Halloween.”

"But the Obscurus is inseparable from you, and you will unleash the dark magic properties carried by the Obscurus without realizing it."

Vizette pressed further, "Will it hurt the people around you?"

"Not at the moment." Snape waved his wand, cleaning the cauldron and leaving only the potions.

"To unleash your Obscurial ability, dark magic and certain potions are the most efficient methods..."

As he spoke, he observed Vizette's expression.

Vizette simply nodded, her expression calm, and her eyes showed no sign of panic.

Observing this, Snape continued, "Good job, just keep it up."

Vizette paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Professor Snape, is there anything I should be careful about?"

“What should I be careful about?” Snape raised an eyebrow. “Just make sure you maintain your vital signs and don’t die at Hogwarts. I don’t want to face a ghost named Vizet.”

……

As Wizette left the office, Dumbledore emerged from the inner door.

“Severus…you can actually just put the toad on the table first, you don’t need to give it to me to deal with.”

As Snape waved his wand, he said, "Now that you're in my office, you need to do something for me."

“If I don’t just throw it in, given Vizet’s personality, he’ll probably be so eager to help me carry it inside, and then he’ll find you.”

“Vizette will certainly do that, a very good boy.” Dumbledore smiled slightly and placed the unconscious toad on the table.

Snape waved his wand, and three glass jars appeared out of thin air, each covering a toad.

Dumbledore picked up two glass jars. "I'll take two with me and see what they'll become under the influence of those two potions."

"The outcome is predictable..." Snape pointed to the toad next to the potion-making equipment, "It will be endowed with a property... a property belonging to Vizet."

He recalled that during the Christmas holidays, the toads that had fallen into a coma due to drug testing would change their temperament after waking up, and their behavior would even become similar to that of Vizet.

They become calm and harmless, full of curiosity about their surroundings, studying magical potions and equipment, and observing the world with curious eyes.

Returning to the present, Snape continued, "This also means... that his soul can even directly influence the user through some kind of potion... that's my judgment."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement. "Based on your description and the toad's behavior just now, I would make a similar judgment. Amazing... truly amazing!"

"This means his soul is incredibly abundant, like an overflowing spring... This is truly unprecedented! What is his background?"

Snape murmured, his voice somewhat somber: "With all your abilities, you still can't find out Vizzet's true parentage?"

"I can't find any clues about the origins of that dark wizard either; it's as if he appeared out of thin air..." Dumbledore sighed.

"It must have been deliberately concealed, and done very meticulously... It's impossible to find any flaws in a short time. To get any clues, it might take years..."

“His origins aren’t really important.” Snape glanced at the potion-making equipment. “What’s important is… what exactly is that dark wizard trying to achieve by torturing Vizet like this?”

“I don’t know…” Dumbledore recalled. “I had St. Mungo’s examine me thoroughly, and there were no remaining injuries on Vizzette. All the dark magic had been healed by Fawkes.”

Snape suddenly asked, "And what about the soul?"

“Even with Legilimency, it’s difficult to explore the soul itself,” Dumbledore said. “You are also a Master of Legilimency, you should know this, shouldn’t you?”

Chapter 95 Lord, no one will dare to utter your holy name!

Snape remained noncommittal. "There are very few wizards who can truly understand the soul."

“Indeed…” Dumbledore remarked, “Wizards who walk the path of magic can never escape the eternal topic of the soul…”

"Croak! Croak croak croak!" The toad next to the potion equipment stirred, seemingly regaining its animal instincts.

Snape waved his wand and summoned a notebook.

As he recorded the data, he said, "Five days... Vizette's soul-soothing elixir has affected this toad for a full five days!"

“It’s amazing…it’s truly amazing…” Dumbledore exclaimed in response.

The office suddenly fell silent, save for the rustling of Snape's notes and the croaking of the toad.

"How noisy!" After recording everything, Snape flicked his wand, obliterating the toad along with the glass jar.

He then looked at Dumbledore, "Why didn't you tell Vizet the truth?"

“Actually, we told part of the truth,” Dumbledore explained. “He is indeed not suited to continue studying these kinds of potions.”

“Wizards who have studied the soul will be able to detect Vizette’s abnormality through these kinds of potions, which is a very bad outcome.”

“For example, the Dark Lord?” Snape put down his notebook. “Vizet sent Quirrell a bottle of Soul Soothing Potion, which he will probably offer to the Dark Lord.”

Dumbledore sighed. "We can't stifle the sincerity that Vizet has put so much thought into every Christmas gift."

"So we need to use 'white lies,' this dishonorable method... to protect his safety."

Snape chuckled coldly. "Fortunately, the Dark Lord will keep this a secret... In fact, he's hiding many secrets!"

“He claimed to have achieved immortality, but never revealed the secret of immortality… This is ‘Lord Voldemort’.”

“He wanted to be everyone’s ‘Lord’! He enjoyed that feeling, ‘Lord, no one will dare to utter your holy name!’”

Dumbledore's tone was gentle yet firm, "That's precisely why we must uncover... the secrets of this 'Lord'! And defeat this 'Lord'!"

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As the second half of the school year approaches, students are more or less troubled by anxiety in this new semester.

Students in grades 5 and 7, who need to take the OWL or NEWT exams, experience this anxiety even more acutely.

They were either holding notes in their hands or carrying textbooks under their arms, and these materials were marked with various lines, seemingly confirming their day and night preparations.

The library, occupied by fifth and seventh graders, was like a battlefield, with students constantly moving between the bookshelves.

They wanted to find fragments of information in those books that could be useful for the exam.