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

Voldemort urged, "Hurry up and go in! I can't wait!"

Vizette continued forward, and soon he was enveloped by a putrid, mossy aura, as if he were being swallowed by the Forbidden Forest.

It was darker here than I had imagined; the moonlight couldn't fully penetrate the gaps in the tree canopy to reach the Forbidden Forest.

He had only taken a few steps when he stepped on the slippery moss and almost tripped.

“Using a magical illumination spell might attract unnecessary attention,” Vizette said. “Anything else… is there any other way to see our surroundings?”

Voldemort said with great interest, "What a polite child... Why don't you add the word 'Professor' to your title, and perhaps I'll be willing to help you?"

Vizette pursed her lips, maintaining her calm tone, "Professor, how can I see my surroundings clearly?"

“So this is what it feels like to be addressed like that… No wonder Quirinus is so fascinated.” Voldemort’s tone was pleasant. “My student, let the learned professor guide you!”

"The spell for this magic is 'Night Stalker,' an ancient spell. Before the invention of the Light Magic Charm, wizards who needed to travel would use this spell."

"Of course, this spell might be circulating among thieves now. I'll only explain how to cast it once, and I hope you succeed. First, pay attention to the tone, and repeat after me..."

It took Vizet about five minutes to get the method of casting the Night Vision Charm from Voldemort.

The principle behind the Night Vision Spell is not hard to understand: it makes one more sensitive, allowing one to perceive everything around them through the body.

From this simple magic, he could also glimpse the ancient wizards' way of thinking—making full use of their own strengths to solve problems.

This is similar to the bread magic of Aberforth, both of which involve living as wizards and using magic.

Vizette closed her eyes and pondered for a moment, then pressed her wand against her eyelids, flicked it slightly, and uttered, "Night Watch!"

His eyelids opened again following the arc of the wand, and everything before him became much brighter, but the light was shrouded in a faint green glow, giving the impression of wearing night vision goggles.

“Your talent is indeed remarkable,” Voldemort said. “Shouldn’t you show me something? Like you usually say to Quirinus.”

Vizette took a deep breath and said calmly, "It's thanks to your excellent guidance, Professor, that I was able to learn so quickly!"

"So Quirinus was enjoying this..." Voldemort took a deep breath. "If I had become the professor back then, perhaps I could have enjoyed this every day too?"

Vizette frowned. "Back then?"

Voldemort said, "Yes! I originally wanted to return to Hogwarts and become a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"It was Dumbledore who rejected me... So you see! He's the one who created this situation, he's the culprit!"

“Understood!” Vizet remained unmoved and continued forward with the help of the night vision spell.

Voldemort offered no explanation, continuing to urge Quirrell's body forward while letting out a series of low, mocking laughs.

The Forbidden Forest is home to many amazing animals.

There is a sleeping bird-snake, whose body suddenly swells to the size of a python with each breath, and then shrinks back to the size of an eel.

A ball-escape bird suddenly appears on Vizette's shoulder, bringing her a struggling earthworm, hoping she will share the delicious treat with it.

There were also hippogriffs fighting, emitting sharp cries, flapping their wings, and brandishing their sharp claws in a brutal battle...

As they ventured deeper into the Forbidden Forest, Vizette's doubts grew. "What exactly are you looking for?"

"Call me professor, that's basic etiquette."

"Professor... what exactly are you looking for?"

Voldemort still didn't answer the question. "Just keep going in. You'll eventually find what I'm looking for, won't you?"

"Anyway, you're an Obscurial, not many beasts can harm you... you can even kill at will, and no one will notice!"

If the Forbidden Forest is the Garden of Eden, then Voldemort is the serpent that tempts people to bite the apple.

The stench of decay seemed even stronger in the surroundings, and Vizet could see that the soil was mixed with many animal bone fragments.

The fact that the broken bones were still attached to bits of flesh crawling with maggots indicates that the bones were still "fresh" and that some kind of carnivore was present nearby.

This unusual occurrence immediately put Vizette on alert. She gripped her wand tightly and became more cautious in her movements.

"Stay alert, that's a good habit..." Voldemort's voice was a few decibels higher than before, "I seem to be appreciating you more and more... my student!"

Just then, a rustling sound came from the bushes in the distance.

Before Vizet could even draw his wand, a magnificent magical creature emerged from the bushes and appeared before him.

It was a unicorn, its fur gleaming with a bright luster. Even the moonlight seemed to break through the layers of obscurity and drape it in a veil the moment it appeared.

It took two light steps forward, its clear, large eyes shining brightly, seemingly containing a magical power to soothe the soul.

Vizette could feel the unicorn's goodwill towards him, making him want to go forward and stroke its silky fur.

"Aha!" Voldemort laughed inappropriately. "Vizette, that's our target! I want its blood! Give me its blood now!"

“Impossible!” Vizet immediately refused, her voice firm and loud.

The unicorn seemed to sense Voldemort's malice, nodded to Vizzet, and disappeared into another thicket.

"It seems your relationship with Quirinus isn't so secure after all!" Voldemort seemed to have anticipated this.

"Quirinas's life is less important to you than a unicorn! Tsk tsk tsk... I think I misjudged you."

Chapter 105 Voldemort's Real Plan

"You intend to drink the blood of the unicorn, right?" Vizet's eyes narrowed slightly, his core trembling silently.

A variety of methods flashed through his mind to deal with Voldemort, including the ancient magic of the Purification Spell, which might have a surprising effect if used now.

However, he did not gamble on this opportunity, since Voldemort possessing Professor Quirrell was already the worst possible outcome.

If the Purification Spell fails, it means Voldemort is on guard, and the difficulty of casting the spell again or finding another way to deal with Voldemort will increase exponentially.

Wizette naturally had many opportunities; the locket and the warmth of his palm gave him the confidence to face Voldemort head-on. But Professor Quirrell had nothing.

If an accident were to occur, he could emerge unscathed, but Professor Quirrell might perish, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

“You’re right!” Voldemort didn’t deny it. “That’s exactly what I’m planning to do. Before I finish that task, I’ll replenish my strength.”

“And what about Professor Quirrell?” Wizett demanded sharply. “Professor Quirrell will drink the unicorn’s blood in your place! That means he will be tainted with an indelible curse!”

"You know quite a lot!" Voldemort laughed maniacally. "So what? He brought this on himself. Who told him not to ask you for the Soul Soothing Potion?"

"A soul-soothing potion?" Vizette frowned. "You want the soul-soothing potion I brewed?"

Voldemort admitted, "Yes! Such a special soul-soothing elixir... I certainly want to drink it to my heart's content; it tastes better than unicorn blood."

"Either you continue to brew me the Soul Soothing Elixir, or I'll have Quirrell come back another day, and he'll still drink the unicorn's blood for me."

"Well? The choice is before you. You should know what to do, right? My student, Vizette Lovegood!"

"What about the potion ingredients? Do I need to prepare them myself?" Vizet didn't agree immediately, but asked again, still worried, "How many days do I have? What will you do with that time?"

"How cautious!" Voldemort chuckled. "Isn't it rather impolite of a professor to make his students prepare materials?"

Quirrell's body moved stiffly, like a marionette, as he took out the things hidden in his robe.

With the help of the Night Vision Charm, Vizet was still able to identify that these things included not only potion ingredients and potion bottles, but also a collapsible crucible.

Preparing these things will inevitably take a lot of time, so it's clear that you need to prepare in advance.

Having figured all this out, Vizette let out a long sigh. "You've been planning all this all along..."

“Yes! I was indeed planning all of this.” Voldemort’s tone carried a hint of smugness. “My servant Quirinus, however, still has a rather limited knowledge of potions.”

"I instructed him to collect the materials for the Soul Soothing Agent, but he had no idea... Isn't it a strange feeling? I didn't want you to do these things, but in the end, I became an accomplice!"

"Perhaps he had his doubts? But the excruciating pain from the very soul gradually dispelled that thought... My student, do you want to learn a curse that can make the soul tremble?"

“No need!” Vizette loosened her clenched fist. “Where are we going to brew the potion?”

“Right here.” Voldemort looked around, as if he had found something interesting. “I will protect you for the time being; you just need to focus on brewing the potion.”

He pulled out the collapsible crucible, helped to light a flame, and unpacked all the potion ingredients.

Having gone this far, Vizet couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he simply made a condition.

"This kind of high-level potion cannot be disturbed by external factors. I think you should know this better than I do."

“Of course! I’ll protect you while you’re brewing the potion.” Voldemort manipulated Quirrell’s body, raising his wand into the sky and creating a magical energy field.

It was a gray magical energy field, carrying a sense of deathly stillness.

"Very standard movements... You execute each step meticulously, no wonder Severus was willing to teach you this..."

"Actually, we are very similar. Back then, I was also highly favored by professors, who were always willing to teach me everything they knew..."

"You are a Silent One, do you wish to glimpse greater power? Follow me! Let's leave this damned place..."

"Hogwarts is becoming increasingly decadent, and the students' academic level is declining. This is a direct result of the Ministry of Magic's incompetence..."

……

Voldemort kept talking, trying to bewitch Vizzet.

Vizette could naturally sense this, but under the filtering of the Soul Labyrinth, the seduction from words had little effect.

Voldemort seemed to realize this as well, and murmured softly, "This body is still too weak... it can do too little!"

"Could you please shut up?" Vizet said. "Brewing potions requires concentration... at least for me. Do you want to drink poison?"

"The fact that you can say that means you haven't been affected yet," Voldemort said with great interest. "Your technique is very consistent; simple external interference shouldn't affect you."

"Actually, I wanted to add more chaos to this bottle of soul-soothing potion. It seems you weren't interested in what I said before? No problem, let the professor get you something more interesting!"