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

Seeing that the twins seemed to know the professor well, he asked, "What should we do now?"

Fred crouched down and nudged Laurie in the tweet, "She's unconscious... As expected of Professor Trelawney, as a fortune teller, every step she takes is beyond my expectations."

He looked up at Vizette again, "What was your first subject?"

"Potions Class".

“Let us do it!” Fred put Trelawney’s hand on his shoulder and lifted her up.

George stepped forward with perfect understanding and put his other hand on George's shoulder.

Fred said unhurriedly, "Your first lesson will still be with Professor Snape. Knowing the way to the school hospital will increase your chances of survival."

“Yes, remember this path to survival!” George said sternly, his tone very serious. “If Professor Snape says he’s going to poison us, go to the school hospital immediately if you sense anything is wrong!”

"Poisoning?" Vizette's eyelids twitched. "Is this also part of Potions class?"

“No!” the twins shook their heads in unison. “This is part of Professor Snape’s twisted sense of humor.”

“In a way, he was quite something,” George recalled. “Many of the prank props we had were inspired by the poisons he used.”

“As long as he doesn’t poison us…” Fred winked at George.

George understood and said knowingly, "The poison will turn into Galleons in our pockets!"

Vizette's curiosity was piqued. "What does a prank have to do with poison?"

“You’re very perceptive!” Fred praised. “I can tell you’re genuinely asking us questions.”

“Wanting to get to the bottom of everything, that’s just Ravenclaw!” George agreed. “You don’t know much about the wizarding world, so you’ve probably never come into contact with prank items.”

"That's a sight you've never seen before! Only the collision of potions and creativity, the combination of magic and alchemy, could give birth to the magnificent category of prank gadgets!"

They have a strong sense of conviction about so-called "prank props".

Before setting off, Vizette used her magical eye to look at the tapestry not far away.

This tapestry possesses magic; the figures in the painting have come to life. A giant dressed in a ballet tutu is wielding a wooden club, relentlessly attacking a frail wizard who is leaping and bounding about.

Sure enough, there was something strange about the wall opposite the tapestry; a thick layer of ancient magical power gathered there, forming the outline of an arched doorway.

Vizette thought to herself: Could this professor have come from inside? The magical world is truly amazing!

……

The school hospital is located on the second floor of the castle. Even before you open the door, a strong smell of herbs hits you.

Madam Pomfrey is the administrator of the university hospital, which is well-equipped with advanced facilities and a full range of potions, capable of treating most diseases and various magical injuries.

A stern voice rang out, "Trillaunie! You're drunk again this morning!"

Just as Vizette was about to knock, a tall, thin middle-aged woman came out first, her demeanor somewhat similar to Professor McGonagall's.

The middle-aged woman's clothes were very distinctive, resembling medieval nun's habit, with many pockets on her skirt, through which various tools and potions could be vaguely seen.

"Thank you all." The middle-aged woman's voice softened. "You helped carry her down again... It's only the beginning of the semester, and it's such an eyesore to have a drunkard lying in the middle of the corridor!"

Fred walked over to Wizette and nudged her with his elbow. "This is Mrs. Pomfrey."

Wizette nodded and carefully observed Mrs. Pomfrey's treatment process.

"Healed completely!"

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and a vibrant green light gathered on Trelawney's forehead, instantly dispelling the bruise from the fall.

She then pulled a test tube from her pocket, skillfully pried open Trelawney's mouth, and poured the medicine into her mouth all at once.

Trelawney coughed violently, exhaling puffs of amber smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol.

“Disappeared!” Madam Pomfrey frowned and waved her wand again, instantly dispelling the foul-smelling amber mist.

“Professor Trelawney, I hope you can tone it down a bit! It's really too much for the freshmen to see your incompetence like this…”

"A freshman?" Trelawney, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, covered her face and disappeared around the corner of the corridor at lightning speed.

"Cool!" Fred and George whistled. "Professor Trelawney would have been a great success as a Seeker instead of a fortune teller!"

Madam Pomfrey raised an eyebrow, looking at the twins. "You too! Why give newborns Baffy's Brain-Boosting Agent? Although it has no side effects, it can cause dependence if taken in excess!"

"Who are you talking about? Us?" George pointed to himself, confused. "Mrs. Pomfrey, you know us. We don't have any money for this."

“That’s right!” Fred nodded in agreement. “We can only afford rosemary at most, but how many Galleons would tree monkey and frog brains cost?”

Vizette also helped explain: "Madam Pomfrey, I didn't drink any potions, and they even brought Professor Trelawney over for me."

“Perhaps?” Mrs. Pomfrey bent down and examined Vizet closely. “Do you feel like your mind is blank? This can easily happen if you take Baffy’s Mind-Boosting Agent for a long time.”

Vizette didn't want to reveal the "Guardian Meditation Method," so she stuck to her previous statement, "I didn't take the Baffa Mind-Awakening Agent; maybe I went to bed late last night?"

"Perhaps." Madam Pomfrey did not pursue the matter further, and took out a bottle of clear, purplish-red liquid. "Just one drop will do; it will relieve these symptoms."

"Mrs. Pomfrey, is this lavender tincture? I saw a similar description when I was reviewing this morning," Wizette asked curiously.

“Looks like a clever Ravenclaw.” Madam Pomfrey nodded and flicked her wand, releasing a drop of lavender tincture.

"You have classes this morning, so these will be enough to relieve your symptoms and won't make you drunk. Since you're a Ravenclaw student, go back at noon and find a crystal to clear your mind; you'll recover by the afternoon."

After leaving those words, she walked into the school hospital without looking back.

“Mrs. Pomfrey is truly remarkable,” Wizette exclaimed, feeling much better now.

Fred laughed. "Absolutely! It's a shame Mrs. Pomfrey leaves the castle during the summer holidays, otherwise we could stay at school all year round!"

“That won’t do!” Madam Pomfrey returned. “This isn’t your private clinic! Be careful when you’re researching magic, and give me a break!”

“Yes, Mrs. Pomfrey!” Fred and George raised their right hands in a salute. “We will certainly keep your words in mind!”

Chapter 31 Professor Snape's Aura

After collecting the ancient magical powers he could obtain, Vizette arrived at the Great Hall.

This time, he channeled his power into the Eye of Magic.

Although the Eye of Magic is still in its early stages, it has gained a special ability—making the magic circuits of magical materials clear and visible.

As Vizette walked toward the Ravenclaw table, a strange malice arose from the Slytherin table.

“I heard from Miss Parkinson that he is an Amnesiac? An extremely dangerous individual? He looks quite well-behaved and is good-looking.”

"It's just a physical form. Find a healer and use permanent transformation magic to change it! You can become whatever you want."

"I don't want to end up in St. Mungo's Hospital; the risks of permanent shapeshifting magic are too great..."

"If this dangerous individual goes crazy in class, we should all be executed along with him! Why did Dumbledore even admit him?"

"This is too dangerous! I don't want to die. People like this should go to Azkaban and let the Dementors kiss them!"

"I think so too. Azkaban is where these dangerous elements should go!"

The Slytherins were talking loudly, as if they wanted everyone in the Great Hall to know that he was an Obscurial, a dangerous person.

Vizette simply laughed it off, without feeling any ripples in her heart.

In his previous life, he lived in an orphanage. At school, he also suffered various criticisms, exclusion, and even bullying because of his special status.

Therefore, before he entered Hogwarts, he was already mentally prepared to calmly face doubts and rumors.

To his surprise, it seemed that only the Slytherin Long Table cared about this matter.

The other three long tables didn't react much; their conversation focused on Harry Potter, the "boy who survived."

A boy with a handsome nose and long black hair sat down next to Vizet. "So you were having breakfast in the auditorium after all."

"Chris told me that you were kidnapped by upperclassmen from Gryffindor, and I was about to report it to Prefect Penelope."

“Michael, you just think Prefect Penelope is pretty and want to talk to her,” Chris, with his brown hair, said with a grin as he sat down opposite him.

"Good morning!" a blond boy asked. "Why is your book... so small? Is it a hardcover edition?"

"Good morning, Anthony!" Vizet replied. "This isn't a hardcover edition; I just copied down all the textbook content, and Luna helped me with the illustrations and cover."

"Good morning, Vizette!" Another brown-haired boy appeared, his brow furrowed as he asked, "Luna? Is she a girl?"

“Good morning, Terry.” Vezel nodded. “Yes, she’s my sister.”

Chris Moon, Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, and Terry Booth—these four people speaking are all Wizette's roommates.

"How can she have such a considerate sister! My sister just cries all day long, sigh..." Terry said with a bitter taste in his mouth.

"Will your sister go to school in the future?" Chris asked, joining in.

“Definitely!” Vizet thought to himself. “We’ll be able to meet next year.”

Chris said enviously, "What a perfect life it is to have a sister who can draw for her brother!"

"His life is perfect, but what about us?" Michael sighed. "His first lesson is Potions!"

Snape's reputation is indeed bad; a group of freshmen, who have only just begun to experience Potions, are already showing signs of fear.

Nevertheless, they took their textbooks and headed to the Potions classroom.

The Potions classroom was quite unique, as spacious as a medieval monastery, yet also as dimly lit, with only a few torches providing illumination.

Before they even entered the classroom, a chilling atmosphere enveloped them.

The classroom is located on the basement level, with rows of tall shelves against the wall, filled with glass jars.