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

Then came the fragrance of lavender, and the soft, granular texture slowly slid from my mouth into my throat.

"Alright, lie down and rest again!" Mrs. Pomfrey instructed.

The potion worked very quickly; less than three seconds after he took it, and just as he lay down on the bed, he felt the dull pain subside.

Then drowsiness came over him, and he lost consciousness...

When he woke up again, the same bright sunshine was there again.

He did a quick calculation and realized that two days had probably already passed.

Not only did they miss Professor Quirrell's lecture, but they also missed Professor Snape's lecture.

The thought of this made him feel uneasy.

He wanted to know about Professor Quirrell's current situation, and at the same time, he didn't want to miss out on the knowledge of both professors...

His roommates were the first to come to visit him. They surrounded Mrs. Pomfrey, asking her all sorts of questions, wondering if he had suffered any aftereffects from fighting the trolls that required hospitalization.

At first, Mrs. Pomfrey would answer politely, but soon she got annoyed and, using the excuse that "the patient needs rest," pushed her roommates out.

Next up were Penelope and the Quidditch team members. Learning from their roommate's experience, they barely exchanged a few words before being asked to leave the school hospital.

Harry and the others arrived as well, but under Madam Pomfrey's intimidating presence, they could only lower their voices as much as possible and whisper three greetings.

Ron said, "George and the others told me that you got a headache because the troll hit you, right?"

Vizette rubbed his temples. He finally understood why his roommate was so anxious and wouldn't let go of Madam Pomfrey.

Hermione blushed and said, "Thank you for speaking up for me... I wouldn't have become friends with Ron and Harry without you."

Harry was about to say something when Madam Pomfrey interrupted him, "You may all leave!"

Harry bravely defended himself, "But I didn't say a word..."

Mrs. Pomfrey raised her eyebrows. "The patient needs rest. You've already said one sentence! That makes three sentences in total!"

With Harry's "Ah!", the three were wheeled out of the school hospital.

Vizette ate a simple meal, mainly some pumpkin oatmeal porridge and stew.

There were also several oil paper packages on the table, containing some candy, cakes, cookies and dried meat;

And a silver object, from which a white, wispy smoke emanated, the scent of lavender.

Mrs. Pomfrey said, "The snacks came from the new students at Hufflepuff. I didn't realize you were so popular!"

"The silverware was a gift from Professor Quirrell, who told me to light it, saying it would help relieve headaches."

"Professor Snape examined it and added some lavender essential oil before letting me light it."

Mention Snape and Snape immediately comes to mind.

He walked silently into the school hospital, holding a cup of potion emitting silvery mist—the same potion that Vizet had drunk the day before.

Vizette noticed that Snape's gait was a little strange, but didn't have time to look closely.

Before leaving, Snape glanced at Vizet one last time before turning away with a slight smirk.

Vizette thoughtfully reached for the table beside her, wanting to pick up the notebook.

“Can you take a break?” Mrs. Pomfrey said with a hint of exasperation. “Your level of diligence… surpasses that of most Ravenclaws I’ve ever seen.”

“Excuse me, Lady Pomfrey, I need to write down the recipe for this potion…” Vizet took the potion and took a small sip.

"This scent is definitely lavender, but I'm not sure if it's a tincture or an essential oil... I'll take another small sip!"

"It should be a tincture! The alcohol evaporates during the boiling process... The particles that come into the mouth are moonstone powder!"

"What's that viscous texture? It's probably a mixture of moon dew, nectar, and mugwort infusion; it tastes a little sweet..."

He tried to deduce the exact recipe for the potion, using the techniques Snape had taught him.

As the potion in the measuring cup dwindled, Vizet's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He forced himself to finish the last stroke before finally drifting off to sleep.

This action deeply saddened Mrs. Pomfrey.

After sealing the gates of the school hospital, she immediately rushed to Snape's office.

Upon seeing Madam Pomfrey for the first time, Snape immediately frowned and said, "The potion is wrong? Impossible!"

"Aren't you putting too much pressure on that child?" Mrs. Pomfrey questioned. "He started taking notes as soon as you left."

"Taking notes?" Snape was a little confused. "What kind of notes? And why did you come to me?"

Lady Pomfrey crossed her arms. "He was tasting potions while calculating the recipe. Was that homework you assigned?"

"Calculating the formula?" Snape's eyelids twitched. "So what if he is? It's his job as a student!"

“But he is a patient now!” Mrs. Pomfrey was a rather gentle person, but when it came to dealing with patients, she always argued her case.

Snape said calmly, "Then I'll make more potions... until he's healed."

After seeing Madam Pomfrey off, Snape's lips moved, and he shook his head slightly, saying, "That lad!"

Chapter 73 Ancient Magic: Self-Shaping (Devil's Web)

In the dimly lit, unnamed storeroom, Dumbledore moved among a pile of odds and ends.

He walked to the deepest part of the storage room and found a huge object covered by a gray cloth.

The gray cloth was forcefully lifted, and dust flew wildly into the air.

"All the dust and grime have vanished!"

Dumbledore waved his wand, and not only did the dust disappear, but the gray cloth was also restored to its original white color with the help of magic.

"What a useful magic!" He smiled slightly and turned to look at the object covered by the gray cloth.

It was an impressive mirror, at least two meters high, with its top almost touching the ceiling.

At the top is a line of flowing cursive script, engraved with "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi".

Exquisite serpentine reliefs form a gleaming golden border, while two arched serpentine statues support the base, ensuring the mirror stands firm.

He stood there for a long time, but never dared to stand in front of the huge mirror. He just stroked the relief on the frame with his fingers, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

A large burst of light appeared behind him, and a silver-white, horse-shaped water monster emerged and swam to the giant mirror.

Dumbledore looked at the Patronus, the Kelpie, and asked in a low voice, "Newt, is there any news?"

The Kelpie hovered in mid-air and said in an old voice, "Headmaster Dumbledore, you have a good memory. I did indeed save an Obscurus before."

"But when I went to New York, Obscurus was detained by the Magic Congress. After that incident, I wanted to find Obscurus, but the Magic Congress told me that Obscurus had disappeared."

"If I'm not mistaken... it was probably taken by Gellert Grindelwald... so I can't try, and I'm sorry I can't help you."

After saying these words, the horse-shaped water monster seemed to merge into the air, turning into a ripple and disappearing.

"So that's how it is..." Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he watched the silver ripples disappear, his thousand words turning into a long sigh.

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Vizette slept soundly until evening, and the dull pain in her head completely disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, two boys who looked remarkably alike appeared before him.

Fred asked with a grin, "How are you feeling, our dear materials consultant?"

Vizette smiled. "I would feel better if... you could stop spreading rumors about me."

“How can this be considered spreading rumors?” George held up his index finger and waved it back and forth. “We are praising the great deeds of our savior, just like medieval bards!”

“That’s right! That’s right!” Fred nodded in agreement. “Since you can still joke around, it means you should be getting better soon, right?”

"It should still be the weekend today, right?" Vizet shook his head, and a "crackling" sound came from his neck.

“Yes!” George said regretfully, “You wasted such a wonderful weekend at the school hospital…”

“It’s actually quite nice to take a nap like this once in a while.” Vizette stretched on the bed. “Professor Flitwick told me to balance work and rest.”

Fred stroked his chin and nodded in agreement. "It always sounds especially convincing coming from you!"

Just then, faint footsteps suddenly came from all around.

Fred and George immediately became alert and waved to Vizzet, "We have to go! Hope to see you in the Great Hall tomorrow!"

“I hope so too!” Vizette waved to them. “Goodbye!”

……

Fred and George had a keen intuition; the footsteps came from Mrs. Pomfrey on her rounds.

Only after making sure no one was disturbing her did she feel relieved and leave the school hospital, locking the door behind her.

After confirming that Madam Pomfrey had left, Vizette opened his eyes and used his magical eye to survey everything in the school hospital.

"Lumos!"

Just as he had expected, there was a wealth of ancient magical power here.

Under normal circumstances, getting into the school hospital is not an easy thing.

Mrs. Pomfrey usually dealt with things from outside the door; in her view, it was the patients who needed to go inside.

Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, Wizette wandered around the school hospital, exploring each area and illuminating the corresponding areas on the map in her mind.