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

"Don't worry about the compensation. I will pay you according to the Auror's salary standards. You will definitely not be shortchanged!"

"Can I do it?" Vizette asked instinctively. "It must be a very profound subject, and it also involves your family's secrets."

"You possess the Magic Eye! That's the most important thing!" Ollivander said quickly. "Perhaps you can consider it for a while, and give me your answer before graduation!"

"You can study it first, I'll give this to you first!" As if worried that Vizet would not agree, he quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after, he reappeared in the shop, this time with a notebook covered in scaly paper.

"Hungarian tree bee skin, after special treatment, is exceptionally warm even when writing notes in winter."

Vizette felt the warmth of the dragon-skin notebook, as if she were holding a small hand warmer; it felt wonderful.

“Vizet, the notebook contains basic wand-making methods, as well as some of my insights. I’ll give it to you; you can look through it whenever you remember.”

“This is a family secret, isn’t it? It’s too valuable! I can’t keep it.” Upon hearing this, Vizet realized the value of the notebook.

He had only met Ollivander once before, and being treated so openly made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, so he subconsciously chose to refuse.

Ollivander suggested, "Why don't you flip through it first and see if you're interested?"

Since things had come to this point, Vizette did not refuse and opened her notebook, flipping through it page by page.

The notes contain a wealth of knowledge about wand making, enough to be stored in one's mind.

After confirming that the contents in his mind matched the notes, he put the notes back. "Mr. Ollivander, I have finished reading them and benefited greatly from them."

Ollivander's eyes dimmed. "You don't need to comfort me. It seems you have no interest in wand making."

Vizette explained, "It's like this... I read books quite quickly, and although I can't understand the meaning, I've memorized the content."

"Really?" Ollivander perked up a bit. "Do you think hawthorn wood would be good for the staff?"

Vizette flipped through the notes in her mind, "If hawthorn wood is used for the wand, the wand will become strange and contradictory."

“This is a relatively niche material, but I think its existence is justified. Since it can be used as a material for the staff, it should be able to find a suitable owner.”

“Excellent! Excellent!” Ollivander’s eyes lit up again. “The cane is made of sycamore wood…”

When it comes to questions about notes, if it's just a simple retelling, Wiesett can answer fluently, which Ollivander greatly admires.

“Vizet, your world is absolutely vast! I must admit, it would be a waste of your talents to make you a wand maker.”

……

As dusk settled, the setting sun bathed Diagon Alley in a vibrant orange hue.

If you look at the buildings in Diagon Alley with your magic eye, they will appear as if they were made of stained glass windows.

If you look closely at the lines that hold the building together, you can also see the magic of the almost dried-up silver-blue color.

"It took the ancient magical power of Diagon Alley for me to successfully awaken the Eye of Magic? If the Eye of Magic is to continue to grow, the road ahead will be long and arduous, but perseverance will lead to its destination!"

Vizette stood outside the wand shop, playing with the wand in his hand; he really liked its design.

Moreover, this wand is of great significance to him, signifying that he has embarked on the path of a wizard.

Ollivander told him that the price of a wand at seven Galleons was a discount for new students.

If you want to buy a wand later, the price will vary depending on the material of the wand.

However, for Vizette, these are not issues that need to be considered.

If he needs to replace his wand, he can come to the store anytime to exchange his old one for a new one.

For Ollivander, the wand modified by Vizet also has research value.

After playing with the wand for a while, Vizet carefully opened the pocket and slowly put it inside.

He looked around, a question creeping into his mind—where had Hagrid gone?

The two parted ways in the morning, and now, as the sun sets, Hagrid still hasn't returned.

After spending a short time together, Vizet felt that leaving without saying goodbye was not in Hagrid's character.

"Has something happened?"

He went to the pharmacy and found the potion master he had met that morning.

"You mean Hagrid?" The potion master frowned in thought. "I think I saw him walk that way..."

"Why don't you go take a look? Oh, and remember to just keep an eye on the street corner, whatever you do, don't go into the alley!"

Chapter 14 A born dark wizard, an extremely dangerous individual... that's me.

As darkness fell and the streetlights illuminated the streets, Diagon Alley seemed to be bathed in beer, creating a pleasantly tipsy atmosphere.

Vizette left the apothecary and, following the potion master's directions, turned into a dark alley.

The lights in Diagon Alley dimmed instantly, and the air circulating in the alleyway became cold and damp.

The brick walls on both sides are crooked and twisted, with spots of fluorescent moss growing on them, emitting a cold, eerie green light, giving off a ghostly feeling.

The path ended in darkness, like the entrance to hell, giving one the illusion of no return.

Even someone with the least sensitive senses could detect that something was amiss with this path.

At the end of the path, Hagrid's roar echoed.

"Let me go! I'm not buying it! Don't touch me!"

A cocky voice chuckled, "What are you talking about? Didn't we already agree? We've already brought the dog... You don't want us to slaughter this dog, do you?"

Hagrid's roar grew louder, "Please don't do this! The little cutie hasn't even opened her eyes yet! You suddenly raised the price, I don't have that much money with me! Give me one more day!"

The arrogant voice continued, "Give you another day? This is a hot potato! Let us search you. If you really don't have that much money, I'll sell it to you at the original price!"

Hagrid roared firmly, "No! That's all the money I have on me!"

Vizette realized that Hagrid had gotten into a conflict with another group of people.

Now is not the time to play the hero or watch the spectacle; going back to Diagon Alley to call for help is the right thing to do.

Just as he was about to turn back, a chilling voice sounded behind him, "Bringing a brand new cauldron? And an owl?"

"Looks like a freshman..." A wizard shrouded in black robes appeared, his wand held high, its tip emitting a pale white light. "Kid, what are you doing here?"

Vizette instinctively lowered her head and shielded her eyes with her hand to avoid being blinded by the bright light.

The black-robed wizard continued, "What luck today! Two fat fish... Come with me!"

Vizette reached into her pocket, where she found a gift from Ollivander—a fist-sized iron plaque, a magical item with defensive properties.

The method of use is also extremely simple. You only need to touch the iron plate three times to trigger the Iron Armor Spell contained within it.

Vizette vaguely understood the value of the iron plaque, but the situation was urgent, and it seemed that she could only rely on this magical item to escape.

He followed the black-robed wizard deep into the path and saw a strange sight at the end of the road.

A Greek-style melody filled the air;

The tall Hagrid leaned against the corner of the wall, his fists clenched and his eyes wide with anger.

There were also three ragged men who looked like hungry wolves, who, despite only reaching Hagrid's waist, surrounded the giant.

“Vizet… how did you get here?” Hagrid asked in surprise, then roared, “You dare to take a child hostage!”

"So you two know each other. Well, he's just unlucky."

The black-robed wizard gave Vizet a push, and together with the other three, they surrounded Vizet and Hagrid.

Vizette wasn't as excited as Hagrid. He looked behind the four of them, where a giant beast was fast asleep.

The behemoth looked like a pug magnified countless times; just lying on the ground sleeping, it was already as tall as him.

What's most peculiar is the dog's appearance; it has three heads, and when it smacks its lips, sticky drool drips out.

Cerberus, a level 5X magical creature, originates from Greece, has a sweet tooth, and possesses a size comparable to a dragon and magic resistance...

According to the ratings in "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", 5X is the most dangerous level. These magical creatures are extremely dangerous and very difficult to tame.

Based on Vizette's understanding of Hagrid, for Hagrid to refer to a magical creature as "cute," being large and dangerous are essential attributes.

"Hagrid, do you want to buy it?" Vizette asked.

Hagrid nodded angrily. "I brought enough money, but they still tried to rip me off, raising the price to six hundred Galleons!"

The black-robed wizard said, "One of our brothers was captured in order to bring this big guy here, so of course we have to pay more! He's one of our closest relatives..."

“That’s no excuse for your dishonesty!” Hagrid spat, interrupting the black-robed wizard.

"Broken promise? Yes! I am a broken promise!" The black-robed wizard cackled. "Now that another child knows our secret, I'll have to add more money!"

"Now that there's an extra child, you can go back and get the money! If you don't bring a thousand Galleons tomorrow... the ghost of this child will come looking for you!"

"Huh!" Hagrid exclaimed in surprise, waving his hands frantically. "You can't do this! You absolutely can't do this!"

Having watched this part of the show, Vizette couldn't help but rub her temples.

Although Hagrid looks as tall as a giant, he is extremely easy to manipulate.

The simple threat had thrown him into such a panic that there was no room for negotiation.

Vizette's past life in an orphanage taught her that she couldn't back down in such situations; backing down would only embolden the wicked.

To deal with such unreasonable villains, you need to make them feel afraid.