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

Especially after you get used to it, this magic can also be used to find lost items, summon textbooks left in the dormitory...

“Magic…it’s so convenient!” Vizette exclaimed as she headed to the Transfiguration class.

“Vizet!” Snape stepped out of the shadows with a cold expression.

“Professor Snape?” Wizett was slightly surprised. “Good afternoon!”

“Hmm!” Snape responded softly, then said quietly, “Come with me.”

The two walked down the corridor and came to a secluded corner. Only then did he look directly at Vizette. "Why did you go to Quirrell's office?"

Vizette truthfully replied, "I'm interested in composite magic, and Professor Quirrell wanted to recommend a few books to me, so I went over."

For some reason, when he looked into Snape's eyes, he felt as if his thoughts were being read, which made him very uncomfortable.

He instinctively used the "Guardian Meditation Technique," and his senses instantly became clear, dispelling his unease.

“Oh?” Snape murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I see… It seems you’ve indeed grasped the basics, though it’s easy to see through.”

"Professor Snape... what has been discovered?" Wizette asked, puzzled.

Snape didn't answer his question, but continued, "What did you learn during your lunch break in the office?"

“Basic theoretical knowledge of compound magic, and I learned about a few curses and poisons.” Vizette spread out the autograph that Quirrell had given him. “Professor Quirrell asked me to find the originals of these books.”

"Besides that... what do you think..." Snape's expression was somewhat unnatural, as if he was very reluctant to say such a thing, "What do you think of Quirrell?"

"With a good professor, as long as I am willing to listen patiently in class, I still learned a lot of useful knowledge."

"Besides that? Is there anything unusual about him? Or anything that seems strange to you?"

Vizette took a step back without making a sound. "Isn't it something a student shouldn't do to criticize a professor?"

"Heh..." Snape chuckled coldly. "Gryffindor won't think that way. Gryffindor loses two points!"

Wizette smiled inwardly, unsure of what to say for a moment, and silently mourned for Gryffindor for three seconds.

Less than a month into the semester, Gryffindor's house points have already dropped significantly, and they are currently at the bottom of the rankings.

The house grades of Ravenclaw and Slytherin are quite close, so if you only look at the house grade hourglass, it's hard to tell who is first and who is second.

“What if I insist you tell me?” Snape repeated his previous question, “Is there anything unusual about Quirrell? Or anything that seems strange to you?”

With no other option, Wizette could only say, "Professor Quirrell... his room has a strange, fishy smell. Even though the sun is shining brightly outside the window, I feel a chill in the air."

"Is that all?" Snape seemed both disappointed and relieved.

"Yes!"

"So... what kind of compound magic did he teach you?"

"The Curse of Sickness is the complete version of the Snot Curse, possessing the power and effects that a curse should have."

"You...are also interested in dark magic?" Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone much colder than before.

Vizet shook her head. "I haven't been exposed to that much dark magic, so I can't say I'm interested in it, nor can I say I'm averse to it."

"I want to learn about anything related to magic. And I think... magic is like a small knife."

"It can be a murder weapon that pierces the heart of the innocent, or it can be a scalpel that saves the dying."

"What it is is not so important; what matters is what the person holding it wants to do."

“Ravenclaw…” Snape said emotionlessly, “They’re all talk and no action, and they have a whole repertoire of theories.”

"In that case, show me this magic. Let me see how much you've mastered and whether you can make it have the power it deserves."

“Should I learn this quickly?” Vizette paused for a moment. “He’s still teaching me the theory… introducing me to those curses and poisons.”

"Professor Quirrell gave me his autograph so that I could solidify my knowledge... He also had me figure out the pronunciation and try to construct a suitable spell."

"Is this how he taught you?" Snape frowned, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "Didn't he directly teach you how to chant spells and cast magic?"

“No!” Vizette immediately shook her head. “Professor Quirrell also introduced me to the breaking spell, saying that wizards created compound magic to deal with breaking spells.”

“That’s all he can do,” Snape scoffed. “Using magic to counter magic is just one unstable solution.”

Vizette immediately realized, "Professor Snape can use potions? Right?"

"You're a bit smarter than him." Snape smirked and gave a soft hum, as if to express his approval. "When does Quirrell want you to go see him again?"

Vizet replied, "Saturday afternoon at two o'clock, that will give us more time, and we should be able to do some magic practice."

"Then come to my office at 2 PM on Sunday afternoon!"

"Huh?" Vizette was a little taken aback by Snape's words.

Snape frowned and said, "You can refuse if you don't want to."

Vizette waved her hands repeatedly, "Of course not... I'd love to learn more!"

Snape immediately poured cold water on the idea: "Then prepare for the worst. I could kick you out at any time!"

“I will try my best!” Vizette said with a smile, raising the “Beginner’s Guide to Transfiguration” in her hand. “Professor Snape, I should go to class now.”

……

After seeing Wizette off, Snape went straight to the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore asked in a low voice, "Is he alright?"

Snape said expressionlessly, "Vizet is so popular that even Quirrell is willing to teach her everything he knows."

"Really?" Dumbledore's eyes lit up. "What did he teach?"

"The Curse of Sickness, a curse that is evil enough."

"So... Quirrell didn't force Vizette to cast spells, but instead used the simplest method, teaching her step by step?"

"That's right, your worries are unnecessary."

“Quirok isn’t too bad, that’s a good thing.” Dumbledore visibly relaxed. “And you? Are you willing…”

Snape said reluctantly, "I sacrificed my precious time to have him come to me on Sunday afternoon."

"I won't treat him like a treasure like you do. I'll make up for the time I've lost by having him!"

"I understand!" Dumbledore's tone was much more relaxed than before. "I'm already very happy that you were able to accomplish this!"

Snape shrugged. "Good to know!"

Chapter 51 Quirrell's Struggle

"Headmaster Dumbledore...you...you wanted to see me?" Quirrell, sweating profusely, nervously entered the headmaster's office.

“Quirinus, there’s no need to be so tense,” Dumbledore said, handing him a cup of hot tea. “Have you been under too much pressure lately?”

"No...no...everything's fine." Quirrell slumped in his seat like a puppet, his limbs stiff and he looked very reserved.

"Hmm." Dumbledore took a sip of tea, frowned, and added several sugar cubes. "The school hasn't been very peaceful lately, I think you know that, right?"

“What?” Quirrell’s body stiffened even more, like a statue. “Headmaster Dumbledore, I… I don’t know.”

Dumbledore got straight to the point: “I have a friend who asked me to keep an item for him temporarily. It’s quite valuable, so I specifically arranged for it to be kept in that restricted area on the fourth floor.”

"So...so that's how it is?" Quirrell forced a smile. "I...this is the first time I've ever heard of this."

“Someone is after that item.” Dumbledore’s eyes burned. “Quirinus, I need your help.”

"Me...me?" Quirrell seemed startled, his body remaining motionless. "Am I...do I have this honor?"

“Of course!” Dumbledore smiled slightly. “It is precisely because I trust you that I have agreed to your transfer request. Before November, I would like you to provide a protective measure. Can you do that?”

Quirrell laughed hysterically twice. "Of course...no problem! I'll try my best!"

“Perfect! The old you probably would have refused me.” Dumbledore said, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Did Vizet go to see you at noon?”

“Yes! He’s talented, and I… I provided him with some reference books.” Quirrell was caught off guard and nodded hastily. “Headmaster Dumbledore, you also… you care about him a lot?”

Dumbledore took a small sip of tea. "He was a poor boy. You probably didn't know he was an Obscurial because you weren't in England during the summer."

"The situation was dire; he was possessed by an Obscurial, and the Ministry of Magic nearly destroyed him. He recovered on his own, though his body was covered in wounds..."

“As the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, you should be quite experienced in dealing with dark magic.” He observed Quirrell’s expression. “Don’t let dark magic corrupt him again, okay?”

“I…” Quirrell’s eyes flickered, but finally hardened with unwavering determination. “I will! I definitely will!”

"Hmm." Dumbledore gave a barely perceptible smile. "I look forward to hearing good news from you before Halloween!"

……

Back in his office, Quirrell told Voldemort the news.

"The guards there are indeed formidable!" Voldemort analyzed. "That wall itself is problematic; you can't use magic to peer through it. You'll have to open the door and confirm it yourself, understand?"

“Since Dumbledore has even asked you to help... Minerva McGonagall and Philius Flitwick will probably get involved as well. You need to make more thorough preparations.”

Quirrell tentatively asked, "Master, I'm very good at dealing with trolls. Can I use that as a protective measure?"

“On Halloween night, I brought the troll into the school and pretended to imprison it. An accident happened, and the troll escaped and caused a riot.”

"Good idea," Voldemort rarely praised. "Let the Obscurial be used as bait to trigger the Obscurial within him..."

“Master!” Quirrell’s voice suddenly became firm. “Dumbledore and I were just talking about Vizet… He values ​​Vizet highly… so I don’t think we can use him as bait.”

"It doesn't hurt to be cautious," Voldemort replied calmly. "I'll reward you with an ancient spell; use it to create an accident!"