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

"Why do you always tell me these things?" Snape narrowed his eyes slightly. "Just because I gave him extra points?"

“He’s different from Voldemort; he’s willing to appreciate the beauty around him.” Dumbledore gently shook his head. “You should have noticed his uniqueness, shouldn’t you?”

“It’s just a little bit of cleverness.” Snape didn’t deny it, and sat down in front of Dumbledore. “His eyes can see through appearances to the essence of things.”

“I knew it… No wonder!” Dumbledore nodded, his brows relaxing. “I’m not just telling you this, I also asked Minerva and the others for help.”

“You don’t need to do anything special. Just provide appropriate guidance so that he stays on the right path. I believe in his character and that he will make the right choices.”

"Minerva and the others? Heh..." Snape crossed his arms, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Including Professor Quirinus? I don't need to tell you how important Defense Against the Dark Arts is, do I?"

“He…” Dumbledore’s expression turned pained. “This is what I wanted to tell you: please keep an eye on Quirrell, okay?”

"It really was him!" Snape's eyes sharpened instantly. "Then why did you let him participate in the fourth-floor challenge?"

“I’m luring you into a trap, Severus,” Dumbledore said. “At least for now, Quirrell seems to be acting alone, and I want to draw out the man behind him.”

"And what about Harry Potter?" Snape pressed. "What would happen to Harry Potter if he actually appeared?"

Dumbledore crossed his arms and circled his thumbs together. "If my judgment ten years ago was correct, I should be out of danger."

"A judgment made ten years ago?" Snape took a deep breath. "Because of that judgment, he stayed by the side of two stupid Muggles for a full ten years!"

"Now you're so nonchalant about it, saying he needs to face Quirrell, or even the Dark Lord? And you say there 'shouldn't' be any danger to his life?"

“It is precisely because I need to keep an eye on Harry that I cannot afford to be distracted,” Dumbledore sighed again. “Vizette is in your hands.”

"I hope you remember what you said." Snape stood up, gathered his robes, and quickly left the headmaster's office.

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Vizette's weekend was just as fulfilling.

After mailing the letter in the morning, I arrived at the auditorium and several of my roommates surrounded me.

"Good morning, Vizette!" Chris handed her a glass of pumpkin juice. "I saw you doing your homework last night. Have you finished it?"

"Thank you." Vizette took the pumpkin juice. "It's almost done. I'm looking for some information to enrich the paper on turning a match into a needle."

"How much did you write?" Chris continued. "Didn't you write enough?"

“The length is already written,” Vizette said. “Professor McGonagall has given me some extra information, so I’d like to add some content about the Animagus.”

Terry immediately suggested, "How about we go to the library after you finish eating? My paper for Transfiguration class... I haven't written enough."

Anthony followed up: "And there's the Potions class homework, the material properties of the boil treatment potion, I feel like I missed something."

Michael nodded in agreement, saying, "I haven't finished looking for that either. I haven't written the entire 'Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms,' and I've written a little less than Anthony."

The unpleasant incident during flight class didn't last long; he and Anthony made up and started discussing assignments together again.

Looking at the buttered bread, cured meat, and roasted ham they handed him, Vizette asked with a half-smile, "Did you plan this all along?"

My roommates laughed sheepishly.

Terry said, "We only need a little more content. Once it's finished, we can go out and play!"

Michael shrugged. "There's a Quidditch selection this afternoon. Anthony and I are planning to go check it out."

“Once the homework is finished, there’s no more burden,” Anthony added.

“Oh yeah… the Quidditch selection this afternoon.” Vizette recalled that Cho Chang had mentioned it to him last night.

Cho Chang plans to participate in the selection process to see if he has a chance to join the Ravenclaw team, and he also invited him to come and cheer him on.

With his roommates looking on expectantly, Vizette nodded in agreement.

It was the first weekend of the new semester, and there weren't many students at the library.

Most people who come here are in groups of three or five. They either gather in front of the shelves to look for information or sit in the rest area and discuss quietly.

“That looks like Gryffindor, that’s really rare.” Michael looked towards the far corner of the rest area.

Hermione sat there alone, her fluffy brown hair covering her cheeks, seemingly doing her homework.

Ravenclaw has its own library, but the collection is incomplete, and some materials still need to be found at the library.

Vizette wasn't surprised; he often saw Hermione here, always alone.

He whispered to his roommates, "Regarding the Potions homework, look for the seventh issue of 'Practical Potions Master' from 1986. It contains relevant content, published by Professor Snape."

"There's also the second issue of 'Transfiguration Today' from 1895, which contains a paper on turning a match into a needle, written by Principal Dumbledore. I also used these two magazines to complete my assignment."

"Amazing!" His roommates all gave him a thumbs up. "You've actually seen so much."

Vizette smiled and waved her hand, "It's all thanks to Mrs. Pince that I discovered how interesting magic magazines are."

Irma Pines is the librarian at Hogwarts, and as long as you don't break the library's rules, she's a fairly kind lady.

Despite her taciturn nature, she had an astonishing reading capacity, and Vizette could always get the whereabouts of the books she wanted from her.

The roommates gathered in the newsstand looking for magazines, and Wizette approached Mrs. Pince. "Mrs. Pince, may I ask where I can look for a book about 'Animagus'?"

“At your age…” Mrs. Pince looked Wizette up and down, “there could be danger in contact with ‘Animagus’.”

Chapter 42 Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery and the Theory of Metamorphosis

Vizette explained, "Professor McGonagall asked me to find some information about 'Animagus,' but I don't plan to practice that magic."

"Oh, it's Professor McGonagall!" Mrs. Pince said in a flat tone. "The Theory of Metamorphosis, on the seventh line of the 103rd bookcase in the Metamorphosis section."

She added, this time with much more emphasis, "Remember, don't scribble or draw on it!"

The library was expanded countless times by magic, with potion-making and transfiguration magic being two major categories that occupied a large area.

The entire library has thousands of bookshelves, hundreds of narrow aisles, and countless books of all kinds.

This was the first time Vizette had ever ventured into a library.

Many of the books in the library are very old; they are more unruly than those in Flourish and Blotts, and some can even talk.

Some books mutter obscure and difficult-to-understand sounds, some books suddenly let out a howl, and some books utter seductive words...

"#@*?%&!..."

"Ah! They're all scum! They've defiled Hogwarts! Magic belongs to pure-blood families!"

"Open me... Power beckons to you! With me, you can have everything! Escape death!"

Vizette was not afraid of this; on the contrary, she found it very interesting and even used her magical eye to observe.

As expected, the library, being a place that has existed since the school's founding, naturally contains a great deal of ancient magical power.

Although he only took this one path, the ancient magical power he gained was considerable, enough for him to turn to the next page of "The Wizard's Practical Guide".

Ancient Magic: Throwing Mastery: Master the power of ancient magic, conceal it within objects, and unleash it upon hitting a target.

Based on the description, this is an offensive ability with a certain degree of stealth, which can achieve a surprise effect.

Vizette remained where she was, allowing herself to process and understand this ability first.

He discovered that throwing proficiency was not simple, because this ability was used in conjunction with other magic.

When used with summoning spells, it can summon surrounding objects to attack; when used with transmutation magic, it can directly create projectiles...

It can even use ancient magical power as "fuel" to increase the speed of thrown objects, thus achieving a surprise effect, much like the nitro boost in racing games.

Most importantly, this ability can still be effective even when used bare-handed.

If he had possessed this ability in his previous life, he could have considered developing in the direction of shot putter, basketball player, or baseball player.

Vizette shook her head slightly and said softly, "But I prefer magic."

Having lost their ancient magical power, the strange sounds weakened considerably, becoming as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

Wizette continued walking and it took her about five minutes to reach the bookshelf Mrs. Pince had mentioned.

Wiesett found "The Theory of Metamorphosis," a book with a jet-black cover and incredibly intricate patterns outlined in gold foil.

This pattern has a Vitruvian Man feel to it.

Vitruvian Man is a work by Leonardo da Vinci, depicting a man standing in a cross and a fire sign.

This pattern is even more complex, encompassing the structural diagrams of countless animals within the space between the circles and rectangles.

Vizette could only see more classic images such as pigs, dogs, cows, sheep, lions, tigers, and elephants in it.

He turned the pages, and the first thing that caught his eye was not the prologue, but a line of floating text made of magic:

Writing or drawing on books is forbidden! Not even Headmaster Dumbledore is an exception! Irma Pinsliu.

Wizette smiled slightly, and the fact that she left these words was very much in line with Mrs. Pince's attitude towards her book collection.

The magical text changed, transforming into another string of characters:

It's true, when I was writing the annotations, this book actually flew up and hit me on the head. It hurt quite a bit, so you guys be careful. — Albus Dumbledore

Vizette almost burst out laughing, but he was still a little doubtful. Would Dumbledore really leave such a message?

The Dumbledore he encountered was a kind and amiable old man.

Vizette found it hard to believe that such an old man would leave behind such witty remarks.

Driven by his desire to learn more about the book, he stopped hesitating and reached out to turn the pages.

As his hand touched the pages, the magical text vanished, revealing the true prologue.