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

At first, there were many criticisms, but once Vizet became more skilled, he became much more taciturn.

Regardless, Vizette was very grateful for the two professors' guidance in gaining access to these hidden magical knowledge.

Before even entering the auditorium, Wizette could smell the sweet aroma of roasted pumpkin from afar.

The armored figures in the corridor came to life; if a student got too close, they would suddenly stand at attention, salute, and shout, "Happy Halloween!"

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted pumpkin, and there were pumpkins displayed everywhere.

These pumpkins are a full meter and a half tall, and they're all hollowed out with candles lit inside. Some ghosts hide inside, and they'll suddenly pop out to scare students who happen to pass by.

Not only were the corridors decorated with Halloween themes, but the auditorium was also decorated.

A black curtain with a silhouette of a castle hung on the wall, and Flitwick waved his wand, directing countless bats made of black cloth to fly in the air.

Perhaps influenced by the festive atmosphere, Flitwick, in his spells class, was equally cheerful and continued teaching the Levitation Charm.

"Remember the hand gestures we practiced before, a wave and a shake... Yes! A very easy wave and a shake! Then chant the mantra—Yuga... Dimlevi... O... Sa!"

He taught and demonstrated at the same time, "When you say 'plus,' you should start waving your wand... Let's practice!"

"Yuga... Dimlevi... O... Sa!"

The sound of chanting in unison came from the classroom.

“That’s right! Vizet’s feathers fly very steadily! Just like his flying skills! Ravenclaw, ten points!” Flitwick never hesitated to encourage his own students.

Wizette was already well-versed in the nuances of gestures and pronunciation.

Moreover, the spell isn't complicated, and succeeding on the first try is quite common.

Ravenclaw's students were used to it and treated him like a teaching assistant, gathering around him to ask about the techniques of the Levitation Charm.

When Flitwick was inspecting the Gryffindor students, he even gave Vezel a thumbs up.

Compared to the harmonious atmosphere of Ravenclaw, Gryffindor is much more volatile.

Seamus got so anxious while casting the spell that he accidentally set his practice feather on fire. If Harry hadn't reacted quickly, the flames might have burned Seamus's hair off.

Ron and Hermione were also on edge, Hermione's voice rising, "It's Yuga...di, the 'ga' should be drawn out, start casting the spell directly."

"Weren't you paying attention in class? Professor Flitwick just now... I mean... maybe you were nervous, actually you were..."

Ron's face flushed red, almost the same color as his hair. "If you can do it, then you give it a try!"

“Alright!” Hermione didn’t refuse, rolled up her sleeves and began waving her wand, “Yugha… Dimleviosa!”

"Well done!" Professor Flitwick said, watching the feathers float up. "Mr. Weasley, keep up the good work! Learn from Miss Granger, and you'll get two points in Gryffindor!"

……

As the bell rang signaling the end of class, the students breathed a sigh of relief, looking forward to tonight's Halloween party.

Terry said mysteriously, "I heard that Headmaster Dumbledore bought a lot of candy from Honey Duke!"

“As long as it’s not a pile of cockroaches!” Anthony said casually. “I heard from my elders that Headmaster Dumbledore really likes piles of cockroaches.”

“I don’t like cockroaches!” Michael seemed to recall a bad memory. “The moment you put it in your mouth, it tastes like cockroaches… and even after you chew it, its legs are still wriggling in your mouth!”

Chris asked with a strange look, "You've actually eaten cockroaches? Don't talk to me again!"

"What are you talking about! Who has ever eaten a cockroach?" Michael yelled, and started playfully fighting with Chris.

Vizette couldn't help but chuckle as she watched this scene, and gently shook her head.

Suddenly, Ron's voice came from behind, "Vizet...did you go to the library today?"

“Of course!” Vizette nodded. “What kind of information are you looking for? From Potions class?”

“Uh…” Ron’s face turned red again, and he said awkwardly, “I just wanted to ask you if you’ve ever seen Hermione.”

Vizette shook her head. "No, what happened?"

“I said some offensive things…” Ron’s face was as red as if it had been burned, almost dazzlingly red.

"No wonder she didn't have a single friend... She was like a nightmare..."

Harry added, "I saw Hermione cry. Then she skipped class! History of Magic, Transfiguration, and Flying!"

"Given Hermione's personality, she would never skip class! So we thought... something might have happened to her, and we wanted to look for her."

"Hermione? You mean that Gryffindor girl who goes to the library all the time?" Anthony and the others chimed in. "She doesn't seem that bad, does she?"

Michael chuckled and added, "I think so too. Is it because you Gryffindors are used to being lazy?"

“Different schools may have different lifestyles,” Vizet said with a slight smile. “Ron, Hermione actually talked to me about you before.”

Ron quickly pressed, "What did she say?"

Chapter 55 Fred and George's Invitation

“She actually cares a lot about you and Harry,” Vizette recalled of their conversation at the library. “She asked me for advice on how to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable.”

“I told her not to speak so condescendingly, and to be more tactful. Hermione does speak very directly, and it’s difficult to change that in a short time.”

“Like in the spells class this morning, I actually saw a change in her. At first, she bluntly asked if you hadn’t been paying attention, but then she remembered she needed to catch up and changed her question to ask if you were nervous…”

Ron lowered his head, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth in frustration and resentment, saying, "Then I interrupted her... I'm such an idiot!"

"So what should we do?" Harry asked, looking conflicted. "Apologize to her?"

“What else?” Vizet shrugged. “Find her, and have a good talk with her if you want to make a friend.”

“Tsk tsk tsk…” Anthony put his arm around Wizette’s shoulder. “It seems our Mr. Lovegood is omnipotent! He can even mediate this kind of problem?”

"This was just a coincidence," Vizette smiled slightly. "I really have no experience in this area. You should ask me how to do your homework!"

……

As night deepened, the aroma of roasted pumpkin became more pronounced, permeating the entire castle.

As Vizet was heading to the Great Hall, he was stopped by Fred and George, who suddenly appeared.

They took Wizette's arm and led her to the corner.

After making sure no one was around, Fred spoke in a low voice, "You've been hanging out with Snape quite a bit lately?"

George added, "We were worried that you might have been poisoned by Snape, so we came to ask."

"Professor Snape didn't do that," Wizette explained. "He just asked me to help with the materials."

"This is something Snape would actually do?" Fred's eyes widened. "Merlin is wearing stockings instead of cotton socks?"

“I think it’s much more serious than that…” George said gravely, “He did this without even asking Slytherin… The end of the world is coming!”

Vizette said, both amused and exasperated, "You guys believe in the end of the world too?"

Fred nodded and said, "We have real fortune tellers... not like Trelawney, the kind of fortune tellers who can make prophecies come true!"

"Ahem... Now that you weren't poisoned by Snape, let's get down to business," George said with a light cough.

Vizette asked curiously, "What important business is it? You want me to help you with the materials?"

Fred shook his head repeatedly, "Of course not... Our vitality is not as strong as yours!"

A glint of inspiration flashed in George's eyes. "We have a great project we'd like to invite you to join us. Are you interested?"

Fred patted George on the shoulder hard. "What a brilliant idea! That's amazing!"

"Could you tell me first?" Vizette asked tentatively. "I have a lot of things to study lately, so I might not be able to find the time..."

“Even in Ravenclaw, you’re the most hardworking person we’ve ever met!” George said admiringly. “Actually, we’d like to hire you as our materials consultant.”

"Materials consultant?" Vizette asked, puzzled. "Do you want me to handle the materials for you?"

Fred snapped his fingers. "That's it! I heard from the Hufflepuffs that you're really good at handling materials!"

"Otherwise, how could someone like Snape, with his personality, possibly ask a Ravenclaw like you for help? It must be because you are exceptionally talented!"

“That’s right!” George nodded in agreement. “We’re very good at judging people. We said it on the train: you’re definitely something special!”

"Ahem..." Vizette said somewhat embarrassedly, "So what kind of materials are you going to process... materials for prank props?"

“George, I knew it! Vizet definitely remembers!” Fred grinned. “We need to process this material! Let us take you to see it first!”

As the Halloween dinner approached, most people had already headed to the auditorium.

The two men led Vizet through a maze of twists and turns, quickly navigating the corridors, until they finally arrived at a painting.

The painting depicted a drum set, and Fred and George looked around for a moment before pulling out their wands and starting to play the drums.

The drum kit made a "thump-thump-da" sound, transforming into a narrow wooden door.

"So that's how you get in here?" Vizette exclaimed in surprise.

"You know about this place?" Fred and George were quite surprised and pressed for an answer. "How did you know?"

Vizette pointed to the wooden door and said, "There is magic here, I can feel it, but I didn't know that this was how you had to go in."

“That’s already amazing! Now I’d love for you to join us!” George said with a grin, opening the wooden door and slipping inside.

It's a very small space, less than ten square meters.

Several burlap sacks were piled up around the wall, and you could vaguely see that they contained herbs.

A weathered, charcoal-black wooden table leans against the wall, its surface riddled with pitted experimental marks.