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

Two moons appeared on the hill.

One moon hangs high in the sky, while another full moon floats above the chariot-shaped castle.

That was Luna's mother's masterpiece, supposedly inspired by a magical experiment.

From then on, the darker the sky became, the more distinct the full moon appeared over the castle.

If we observe with the Magic Eye, can we see any unusual scenes?

Vizette's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes filled with a silver-blue light.

The silver-blue magic flowed like liquid, filling the entire castle, especially the full moon, whose silver-blue magic was extremely dazzling.

Most importantly, these are ancient magical powers that have been nurtured over time, and it seems that he can integrate them into his eyes if he so desires.

He did not do that.

Because at night, Luna loved to go for a walk on the rooftop and gaze at the moon above the castle.

Vizette suddenly wondered if Luna's mother had studied ancient magic.

“This is my first time coming here at night, it’s so beautiful!” Molly suddenly said, handing the shopping basket to Vizet.

"I'll see you off here. These vegetables are all homegrown. Please give my regards to Mr. Lovegood and Luna."

With her eyesight restored, Wizette said sincerely, "Okay, Aunt Molly, I really don't know how to thank you."

Molly's figure disappeared into the night, and the fluffy owl chirped merrily as it nestled into Vizet's arms.

"Coo coo coo!" The birdcage on the crucible shook gently, and the bronze owl inside called out urgently, as if to greet someone.

Soft, light footsteps approached, and Luna looked at Vizette quietly with a faint smile.

"Isn't Diagon Alley amazing?" Her voice was still light and airy. "Getting bothered by those pesky fly gnats? You can write to me if you get to school!"

"Coo-coo!" Diana the owl puffed out her chest and chirped twice in response.

“Yes, you can write letters.” Vizette smiled with relief and shook her head gently.

Luna always had this kind of magic that could easily resolve his confusion.

Setting aside her worries, Vizette pointed to the restless owl. "What do you think this little guy should be called?"

"What a cute little guy, so energetic," Luna mused. "How about we name him Thor? The sun and the moon always take turns appearing."

"It's a good name."

The two walked on the soft grass toward the ancient castle where two moons hung in the sky.

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Before we knew it, it was already the end of August, and tomorrow is the first day of school at Hogwarts.

A little over a month isn't a long time, and Wizette used that time to prepare for school and also tidy up her room.

Luna played a significant role in this.

Or rather, she single-handedly handled the room's decoration.

In addition to replacing the mattress and wallpaper, she also strung together airships to decorate the bed curtains.

This is a magical material shaped like a miniature radish. It is said that by coming into contact with the airship Li more often, one can increase their ability to accept unusual things.

Li's presence can be seen everywhere in the castle, including Luna's earrings, which were also made by Li.

Xenophilius, as the editor of The Quibbler, would work in a room filled with flying boat-shaped decorations, supposedly to generate a constant stream of inspiration.

The second floor of the castle was particularly lively, as it was the printing period for "Singing a Different Tune".

The magic printing press was running at full capacity, its clicking sound echoing from day to dusk.

The printing press used by the wizard was very special. It was made of wood, with iron sheets used only in key locations, resembling a spinning machine from the Industrial Revolution.

With the blessing of magic, a magical printing press encompasses the functions of a series of machines, including a folding machine, a binding machine, and a cutting machine.

Xenophilius's task was simple: design the first draft and then insert it into the printing press.

The machine will then operate automatically, printing out one finished magazine after another.

The machine wasn't very efficient; after several days, it only printed less than a hundred copies of "Singing a Different Tune".

During this time, Wizette also rewrote the textbooks she would be using.

As the saying goes, a bad pen is worse than a good memory. In the process of copying the textbook, he gained a general understanding of the teaching content for the new school year.

The illustrations used in the textbook were also designed by Luna.

She was very good at drawing; she could draw the corresponding image as long as Vizette described it.

He has shown unparalleled talent, especially in drawing magical creatures, and each one is drawn with remarkable realism.

“My mom and I read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,” Luna explained with a smile. “I’ve seen all the magical creatures in it, except for the Snorkhorn.”

Vizette asked, "Curved-horned snore beast? I'll check Flourish and Blotts next time and see if they have any books on it."

“It should be very difficult to find,” Luna said with a regretful expression. “It’s an extremely rare and magical animal.”

“My dad told me they live in Sweden, and I will go find them myself and draw them.”

Go to Sweden.

Vizette made a mental note of this.

On the last night of August, Xenophilius did not cook himself, but ordered from a nearby Muggle restaurant and prepared a lavish dinner at home.

"Remember to write back often." That was his only instruction. "Share things with us about school, anything... You know what I mean."

“I understand.” Vizet smiled and tossed two steaks out the window. “Then they’ll have to do their work.”

Two owls transformed into fluffy lightning bolts, snatching the steak in their beaks mid-air and cooing twice.

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On the first day of school, Wizette checked her admission notice again and checked the items in her suitcase over and over again before she finally felt at ease and pulled her suitcase downstairs.

Luna sat in the living room, the bright sunlight streaming through the window, gilding her pale golden hair with a golden sheen.

She was grooming Thor's feathers, tidying each one meticulously.

"I'm going to school," Vizette said softly.

"Mmm!" Luna's voice was a little dazed. "Although saying goodbye is always a little sad, every parting is preparation for the next reunion."

She handed me a vibrant green Gordigan, saying, "If you encounter difficulties or confusion, it will bring you good luck. It has... the taste of home."

That's true. Gordigan looks and tastes similar to onions, but only Luna's family makes it into tea.

“It really tastes like home, a taste that’s unique to this place.” Vizette nodded; the gift was very much in line with Luna’s style.

Chapter 18 King's Cross Station and Ancient Magic: Improvement

King's Cross Station is located in central London and is a very important transport hub for England.

It's still early, and there aren't many tourists coming and going.

Vizette entered the station smoothly and, after asking around, found the way to Platform Nine.

The closer you get to platform nine, the more groups of people you see.

They all looked like parents dropping off their children, but their clothing style was really strange.

Some people's clothes were extremely brightly colored, looking like costumes borrowed from a circus;

Some people wear extremely contrasting clothing, such as a thick cotton-padded coat on top and shorts on the bottom;

Some people might have chosen the wrong clothes; for example, a balding, middle-aged man with a full beard might wear a floral maxi dress...

Although their clothing was completely out of place with the other passengers, their actions were remarkably synchronized—they approached the pillars of platforms nine and ten, rammed into them, and then disappeared from sight.

A middle-aged man in a suit noticed something amiss, ran up to the pillar with a puzzled look on his face, and even reached out to touch it.

Just then, a burly man in a pleated skirt suddenly appeared. He raised his magic wand, rushed to the middle-aged man's side, and muttered incantations.

A flash of light, and the middle-aged man, his face contorted with urgency, sprinted out of the station at top speed...

Wizette wiped the sweat from her brow, unsure where to begin her rant.

It's all so weird.

A pleasant female voice came from beside me, “Muggle studies should be made available to all students, not just an elective course.”

This is an Asian girl with delicate features, long black hair reaching her shoulders, and a few freckles on her pretty nose.

She was wearing a light blue hoodie with two dark blue "T" letters on the front.

The girl was pulling a suitcase with one hand and holding an old-fashioned broom in the other.

The broom was very well maintained and had never been used for sweeping. Both the handle and the branches were coated with varnish and looked very smooth and shiny.

"You're Vizette, right? You look familiar. I remember you were frequently featured on the front page of the Daily Prophet last month."

The girl introduced herself with a smile, "My name is Cho Chang... I'm a Ravenclaw student."

Vizette nodded. "Hello, Qiu Zhang."

“Hello!” Cho Chang said with a smile. “We should go now. We can just barge in. The Ministry of Magic staff will only disperse Muggles.”