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

"Hogwarts will not tolerate theft... Come on! I'm about to start stealing and robbing again! Stop me!"

He suddenly seemed to dissolve, transforming back into black mist, appearing before Dumbledore like a black lightning bolt.

"Avada Kedavra!" A curse-like voice echoed through the room, and a sinister green light burst forth from the black mist.

The life force stolen from Quirrell's body has now transformed into a deadly curse!

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Chapter 116 Voldemort's Attack

Dumbledore quickly pulled Harry back, but the green light came too fast and still hit Harry.

Immediately after, the green light bounced off Harry the instant it touched him, blasting a deep crater in a corner of the room.

The entire room was shaking, just like Voldemort, who had transformed into black mist, and was extremely unstable.

"That damn woman! The protection hasn't disappeared yet!" he roared angrily, turning around with lightning speed and lunging at Vizette who was standing to the side.

The locket reacted the fastest, transforming into a phoenix that soared into the sky and charged toward the menacing Voldemort.

Voldemort continued to laugh maniacally, "It's no use! Professor Dumbledore! You have no idea how far I've come on the path to true immortality!"

"Immortality!" Dumbledore realized, he understood Voldemort's meaning.

To achieve true immortality, both the body and the soul must work together to complete this process.

This means that Voldemort's research on both the body and soul had reached an extremely high level.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to unleash the Killing Curse at its peak while in such a weakened state.

Voldemort's black mist became ethereal and indistinct, piercing through the oncoming phoenix Fawkes and directly entering Vizet's forehead...

Wizette still remembered what she had seen and heard at the Hog's Head, and was too lazy to listen to Voldemort's "trash talk." She simply pressed her wand against her temple, ready to cast a spell at any moment.

The moment Voldemort roared, Vizet simultaneously began casting his spell, creating a silver-blue "S"-shaped trail in the air: "Dust Recedes!"

The locket transformed back into Phoenix Fox, and the bottle of Christmas gift from Luna inside fell to the ground.

The gifts splashed up into brilliant golden flowers, adding a touch of dazzling gold to Vizet's silver-blue ancient magic.

He felt lightheaded, as if a part of himself had split off.

As this part split apart, the original silver-blue light transformed into flawless white light, rushing into the temples along with the purification and soul-cleansing incantation...

After confirming that Harry was merely unconscious, Dumbledore gritted his teeth and thrust his wand forward. A silver light shot from the tip of the wand, chasing after Voldemort's black mist.

The moment he burst forth with silver light, his skin turned deathly pale, and the light in his eyes dimmed. That silver light contained his will, his understanding of the soul.

Just then, Dumbledore noticed with surprise that a brown light was also appearing in the direction where Quirrell was.

Although the light was incredibly small, it seemed dazzling to him at that moment…

……

Voldemort sank downwards, falling into a state of weightlessness.

He adjusted quickly, maintaining his balance in weightlessness—a realm of the soul, one of his greatest strengths!

He deliberately fell down, his speed increasing, like a meteorite drawn by gravity, and one could even see the dark tail flame.

Voldemort knew far too much about the soul, as it was one of the prerequisites for immortality.

He knew what he was doing; he just needed to be a little faster, a little faster, and he could reach Vizet's soul, which was what he had always wanted to do.

Use the soul of Vizet, use the soul of the Obscurus, to strengthen your own soul and make yourself stronger!

The surroundings grew brighter and brighter until he saw a maze, a golden maze that looked like a land of gold.

Looking at the golden palace walls before him, Voldemort revealed a half-smile. "What a clever tactic... to fight me in this way, Dumbledore, you were indeed prepared all along!"

Just then, three beams of light suddenly appeared above him.

One was a dazzling silver light, another a bright, flawless white light mixed with gold, and the last a dim brown light, symbolizing Dumbledore, Vizet, and Quirrell respectively.

"Dumbledore, you'll never know how much those Soul Soothing Potions helped me!"

Voldemort was like a chameleon, his body radiating a golden light, almost indistinguishable from the palace walls beside him.

The palace walls rippled at this moment, like a water curtain that could be moved, slowly opening a gap.

Voldemort grinned maliciously. "Yes! That's it! Joy! What a wonderful feeling. It's a pity I lost it for so long. It's great to have it back!"

“Vizet, I will not completely devour you... I will leave you a few fragments, so that you may witness my next steps!”

He didn't linger; he stepped across the opening and ventured deeper into the Soul Labyrinth.

He had now completely transformed, and the golden light surrounding him had taken on the appearance of Vizette: black, tousled hair, his delicate face had matured considerably, and he had become even more handsome…

The biggest difference is in the eyes;

Wizette's eyes revealed a thirst for knowledge and a curiosity about everything.

Voldemort's eyes were filled with cruelty and pleasure, the pleasure derived from cruelty toward all things in the world.

The Labyrinth of Souls was more complex than he had imagined. Those bits and pieces from Hogwarts were able to stir up his memories, making him want to sink into them.

Hogwarts was the most important place to him.

He found a sense of belonging at Hogwarts, and even traced his origins back to realize that he was no ordinary person, possessing a distinguished family background...

Those memories, long buried deep within, seemed to surge forth, slowing his movements ever more...

Voldemort shook his head violently and quickly used Occlumency to return to his calmest state.

"Vizet...you've given me so many surprises!"

Looking ahead, he was getting closer and closer to the center of the Soul Labyrinth, and he could vaguely see a dark ancient castle standing there;

In front of the castle stands a statue of a goddess, whose face is obscured, holding a bright moon in her hands.

Just then, the brown light that symbolized Quirrell found Voldemort the fastest.

"Quirinus Quirrell!" Voldemort's voice was filled with rage. "How dare you go this far! Are you completely fearless?"

The brown light pressed on relentlessly, continuing to swirl around Voldemort, radiating rings of light with each passing moment.

"Since that's the case! Then I'll just have to devour you!" Voldemort said viciously, ceasing his efforts to break through the maze and turning his attention to the brown light.

The brown light was almost completely destroyed, and Voldemort turned it black in the blink of an eye. It would only take a little longer for the erosion to be completed.

Just then, the flawless white light symbolizing Vizet was guided and arrived.

He understood what Voldemort was planning to do, so he had even less reason to hesitate and simply mingled into the black and brown light.

He continued to fall, eventually arriving at an old, dark, and dilapidated street...

Chapter 117 showed him why he persisted.

Vizette's vision blurred, and she found herself in a room that was almost as dilapidated as the street, with countless shards of broken glass and a few melted candies scattered around.

A handsome young man looked down at the blood-soaked child, uttering rude and indistinct sounds.

"You're a complete waste! How can you do nothing right? That woman ran away, why didn't you stop her? Huh? Damn it! Damn it!"

The child, covered in blood, trembled and wept continuously, yet dared not resist.

Vizette strode forward, but passed right through the young faces and the blood-soaked children.

The young face turned to look at him, a cruel smile on his face. "Vizet, it's no use... he can't hear you!"

"This is Quirinas's past! He was abandoned by both his parents in just one night. Can you understand that feeling?"

Vizette gritted his teeth, looking at the mess on the ground, and suddenly remembered what Dumbledore had told him:

"When he's stuck in the past, you need to show Quirrell the beauty of the present... show him what he's striving for, what he's persevering for!"

Vizette spread out her hands, and a golden light appeared in them, transforming her emotions into a piece of candy, a chocolate frog that exuded a sweet aroma.

The chocolate frog hopped towards the child, attracting the child's attention, and the room seemed to shake.

"It works!" Vizet was thrilled and continued to use this method to create even more chocolate frogs.

Driven by curiosity, the child finally grabbed a chocolate frog and tremblingly stuffed it into his mouth.

His eyes lit up, and the bloodstains on his body gradually disappeared, transforming into a black wizard's robe.

The young man's eyes widened. "What did you do to him?"

Wizette smiled. "I showed Professor Quirrell what's good now. See! He's different from you! You're fixated on Headmaster Dumbledore, but Professor Quirrell isn't..."

Before he could finish speaking, the child in the wizard's robe stood up, rushed towards the young face, and headbutted him, slamming him against the wall!

Rumble…

The room in front of them suddenly shattered, and a magnificent castle stood before them—Hogwarts Castle.

In front of Hogwarts Castle stood a large circle of people, surrounding two students in the center, their faces contorted with malice.

It was still that incredibly handsome young face; he still looked down at the bleeding child, his foot pressing down on the chest.

"What's wrong? Why are you so weak? Don't you spend all your time reading books? Where did you learn all your magic? Show me how you cast it!"

Vizette spread her hands, and the golden light in her hands transformed into a notebook, which was a notebook from Quirrell's private lessons.