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

"Look!" Anthony's confidence boosted considerably after receiving Wizette's affirmation.

Michael chuckled, "That's because Vizet is easy to talk to. Didn't you hear Chris and Terry laughing?"

"Damn it! You just wait!" Anthony, enraged and humiliated, gritted his teeth and charged forward.

Michael was still laughing, without stopping, completely unconcerned that Anthony would crash into him.

Anthony had lost his mind and showed no fear whatsoever. He crashed straight into Michael, and both of their flying brooms let out a wail at the same time.

They were like magnets that repel each other; at the moment of collision, they flew out in two opposite directions.

"You two!" Madam Huoqi instantly sensed something was wrong and immediately blew her whistle. "Everyone! Back to the ground immediately! Back to the ground immediately!"

Before she finished speaking, she swooped down on her flying broomstick and landed before Michael.

She quickly dropped her flying broom and lunged forward, catching Michael just in time; neither of them was hurt.

"Look up there!"

The students screamed and looked up at the sky as Anthony's flying broomstick emitted thick green smoke, carrying him to a higher place and crashing towards the castle.

"Can we even continue this job?!" Mrs. Hooch's voice was filled with despair as she mounted her flying broom once more.

She's too far away from Anthony; I'm afraid another injury will occur in class today. I wonder what Mrs. Pomfrey will nag about this time.

Just then, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. "How could it be so fast?"

Vizette soared into the sky on her flying broom, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

The wind howled in Vizette's ears, the airflow rushing into his robes through his sleeves, making the robes flutter and rumble.

The flying broomstick was indeed quite old, and even at full power, it emitted a mournful groan. However, to save Anthony, the flying broomstick couldn't be allowed to stop.

Just as Anthony was about to crash into the castle window, Vizet raised his wand, "Robes, fly!"

Anthony's robe was suddenly pulled by a force to prevent him from crashing into the window, and the flying broom beneath him made a "crack" sound, finally giving way and breaking in two.

As Anthony plummeted downwards, he screamed and flailed his arms wildly, as if trying to grasp at a "lifeline," but he could only grab at thin air.

The real "lifeline," Vizette, controlled a flying broom, shooting down like an arrow, and once again cast a flying spell.

Anthony's descent slowed again, but then his robes made a tearing sound; they could not withstand the third Spell of Attraction.

Vizette was not surprised; he had anticipated this and had prepared a backup plan.

He was quite busy this week; in addition to integrating what he had learned, he used his remaining time to explore Hogwarts Castle.

However, the castle was simply too large, containing countless secret passages and chambers, and he could only do his best to explore it.

The ancient magical power he has collected during this period is enough for him to enhance and improve magic.

There are many other uses for summoning spells, and he decided to further enhance their power.

The current summoning spell can grab larger creatures, such as Anthony about to fall to the ground.

Many students covered their eyes, as if a bloody scene was flashing before their eyes—Anthony's head was split in four pieces, and blood was splattered all over the ground.

"Anthony, come here!" Vizet whispered, ancient magical power surging into his wand, which instantly shone with a dazzling silver-blue light...

Chapter 40 Wood: Can Wizette join the Gryffindor team?

An invisible force enveloped Anthony's entire body, lifting him slightly upwards until he stopped about ten centimeters from the ground.

Anthony gasped for breath, his nose filled with the fishy smell of mud and grass, and the feeling of surviving a disaster sent chills down his spine.

“Mr. Wizette Goldstein?” Professor McGonagall’s stern voice rang out. “What… what’s happened to your flight class again?”

Time goes back to three minutes ago.

"Professor McGonagall, after the Quidditch selection tomorrow, may we use the Quidditch pitch?"

“Harry is only a first-year student; he needs to practice teamwork with us more,” Oliver Wood asked, following behind Professor McGonagall.

As captain of the Gryffindor team, he has always aimed for the Quidditch trophy.

With Charlie Weasley's graduation, this goal seemed to drift further and further away until Professor McGonagall recommended Harry Potter to him.

“I can discuss this with Professor Snape; he applied to requisition the stadium the day before yesterday,” Professor McGonagall nodded.

Wood was getting impatient. "How about we make them practice for two hours less? Half the time for each side would be perfect!"

“I’ll give it a try.” Professor McGonagall turned around and looked at Wood with a serious expression. “I know you’re anxious, and I’m anxious too, but the course is for everyone.”

Seeing Wood's anxious expression, she suddenly realized something was wrong. "Mr. Wood, it's class time. Why aren't you in the History of Magic classroom?"

Wood instantly broke out in a sweat, his eyes darting around aimlessly, trying to find something unrelated to distract Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall, look! There seems to be another accident during a flight lesson over there!"

Professor McGonagall remained unmoved. "Mr. Wood, I hope you can answer my question directly!"

As the head of Gryffindor, she knew Wood all too well; as long as it didn't involve Quidditch, Wood was quite law-abiding.

Whenever anything related to Quidditch happens, Wood becomes a completely different person, turning into an unusually fanatical individual...

Just like it is now.

"Incredible speed! Beautiful dive, so agile! How can it be like it was born to fly? This is the Meteor! A relic from 1955! There are so many problems..."

Wood spoke at an astonishing pace, rattling off a string of words, "So they were rescuing someone... they should be able to save him... wait! Professor McGonagall, someone's about to fall!"

Professor McGonagall turned her head quickly, and when she saw Vizette piloting a flying broomstick to swoop down, and a student falling toward the ground, her pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

She quickly drew her wand, and just as she was about to turn the lawn into an air cushion, Vizet's wand burst forth with a silver-blue light, halting the student's fall.

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief that neither of them was injured and quickly walked towards them. "Vizet? Mr. Goldstein? You... what happened to your flight lesson again?"

"Merlin's beard!" Lady Hotch finally arrived, panting. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? I'll take you to Lady Pomfrey!"

"This is really too much! Yesterday, a kid broke his wrist because he was being competitive, and today the flying broom malfunctioned... Why is it always like this lately?"

“Mrs. Hodge, you’re too nervous.” Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses. “Accidents are quite common in flight lessons, please don’t worry about it.”

“Mr. Wizett, Mr. Goldstein, are you feeling unwell? Should we take you to the school clinic?”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Anthony waved his hands repeatedly. "It was pretty exciting! I almost thought I was going to die!"

"Stop talking!" Mrs. Hodge clutched her chest. "Two problems like this have occurred for two days in a row. Professor Trelawney was right, I'm having a run of bad luck lately!"

“Professor Trelawney?” Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow and coughed lightly. “You really don’t need to worry about it. It was just an accident.”

Wood picked up the malfunctioning flying broom and examined it. "It was definitely an accident. The branches were too old to be used... Even if it hadn't happened today, it would have happened someday."

"These flying brooms are antiques that are forty or fifty years old. It's best to replace them sooner rather than later. If we continue to use them, many promising talents may be buried."

“Mrs. Hodge, you should go back to class! I’ll submit an application to replace a batch of flying brooms,” Professor McGonagall said. “Wood, you should go back too!”

Mrs. Hodge led Wizette and the others away, and Wood's expression became very conflicted. "Professor McGonagall, can Wizette join our team?"

"Although I haven't seen Harry's true strength yet, I have witnessed Vizette's! If they both join the Gryffindor team..."

"I'm definitely going to win this year!" His eyes seemed to sparkle with anticipation. "If I don't win, I'll eat spaghetti upside down!"

“Mr. Wood, you’d better get back to class!” Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows. “Otherwise… I’ll have to deduct points!”

Watching Wood's hasty retreat, Professor McGonagall covered her forehead. "I also want Wizette to join the team, but unfortunately he's with Ravenclaw."

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Late at night, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.

Dumbledore flipped through a copy of "Transfiguration Today," and asked, "A week has passed. How do you feel?"

Snape paced back and forth in the headmaster's office, his tone as drawn-out as his steps. "Terrible! Terrible! Just as mediocre and arrogant as his father."

"He enjoys breaking rules and has the same obsession with showing off. He just loves attracting other people's attention, yet he doesn't understand anything. It's ridiculous!"

“Severus, you may only see what you want to see,” Dumbledore said softly. “The other professors all say he is humble, easy-going, and talented; he’s a likable boy.”

"Oh, so what?" Snape replied expressionlessly.

Dumbledore put down "Transfiguration Today" and said, "And what about the other child? There was once someone who was similar to him, equally gifted, and more handsome."

"He possessed an extreme thirst for knowledge and was also favored by professors, especially Professor Slughorn back then, who even got him into the Slug Club."

"I've also heard a rumor that you gave Ravenclaw five points. Achieving that will be no less difficult than joining the Slug Club..."

Snape seemed to be thinking of something bad, his face turned even more grim, and he even stopped pacing.

Dumbledore continued, "Severus, what do you think of him?"

Snape's jaw twitched, and his voice gained a few more inflections. "Since you've noticed the similarities, you can nip it in the bud. You don't need to ask me!"

Chapter 41 The First Weekend at Hogwarts

“Severus, I have no such intention. No two people in the world are exactly alike.” Dumbledore smiled with interest.

"Just like two feathers from the same phoenix, as long as the staff and length are different, two different wands will be born."

"Another weapon?" Snape's face darkened. "Wands don't always submit completely. You know about 'wand backfire,' don't you?"

“Of course I know.” Dumbledore sighed, his brow furrowed. “Back then, I had to face Grindelwald and neglected Voldemort, who was still studying here.”

“Severus, I am not as energetic as before, and the situation I face is still severe. I need the help of others more than ever.”