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

“Yes! You have a wide range of reading, which is a good thing.” Dumbledore smiled approvingly. “This is the ‘Unbreakable Oath,’ an extremely powerful magical contract.”

"An unbreakable oath?" Vizette repeated softly.

Although he deduced from the "keeping secrets" that Dumbledore had entered into a magical contract, he did not know the specific function of this magic.

Adhering to a learning attitude of asking questions when he didn't understand, he asked, "So... this magical contract cannot be broken?"

“In a sense, it really can’t be broken…” Dumbledore nodded. “If an oath is broken, the person who breaks it will die.”

Vizette gasped. "It's a very dangerous magical contract! But it's also safe enough!"

"Headmaster Dumbledore, would you mind knowing... why you made such a dangerous magical pact?"

“Olivendell values ​​your talent, and that’s the most important reason,” Dumbledore explained. “I was also shocked when he told me this.”

"To prevent this secret from being discovered by others, he made a pact with me. The pact is very simple... We cannot reveal your magical eye to any more people."

“Mr. Ollivander really… I…” Vizette was deeply moved.

Despite only having met Ollivander once, this wand maker managed to go to such lengths.

During this period, although he read the Wand Notebook, he only stayed at the theoretical level and did not put it into real practice.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, keenly sensing the change in Vizet's emotions.

"Wandmaking is not something that can be done overnight; it's an extension of alchemy. It requires a lot of knowledge to learn how to make wands effectively."

“You should relax more and enjoy life in the magical world… If you end up in the school hospital again for a similar reason, Madam Pomfrey will probably knock me on the head.”

Wizette thought of "The Theory of Metamorphism and Deformation," smiled and nodded, "I was just thinking that Mr. Ollivander said the same thing to me."

"Alright! Don't think too much about it!" Dumbledore patted Vizet on the shoulder and took out two lemon sorbets.

He handed one to Wizette, then opened the packaging and ate one himself.

"The reason I'm telling you all this is because your eyes are very special, so I thought of something that would suit you perfectly..."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a notebook that showed signs of wear.

There's a special symbol on the notebook: a circle inside a triangle, with a straight line pointing to the apex of the triangle and passing through the center of the circle.

Wizette took the notebook. Besides the logo, the cover had two signatures: Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald.

He stroked the mark on the notebook and couldn't help but ask, "Is this Gellert Grindelwald's and your notebook?"

"Yes, it's my secret... I hope you can keep it for me." Dumbledore blinked and nodded generously.

Vizette coughed lightly to calm her somewhat turbulent emotions.

There is an extraordinary relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore;

This can be seen from "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".

But Vizette didn't expect that the two of them had actually shared a notebook and probably even conducted some kind of magical research.

Dumbledore looked at the notebook, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Grindelwald's eyes are amazing. Although they can't compare to the Magic Eye, they are still a rare talent."

“He possesses a pair of third eyes, so he is a true prophet… He can even accurately foresee the actions that opposing wizards are about to take through his third eye.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, can I understand it this way?” Vizette felt her breathing quicken slightly. “This notebook can help me develop the ability of the Magic Eye?”

"It's not so much 'helping with development' as Dumbledore said, shaking his head slightly. "I just think of it as a reference book. After all, the Eye of Magic is much rarer."

“During that time, Grindelwald and I were a bit crazy, completely obsessed with developing the ability of ‘Heavenly Eye’, and summarized a lot of related theoretical knowledge.”

“We’ve recorded all the relevant theoretical knowledge in it.” He patted the notebook. “Including some related magical traces, I’ve preserved them all very well.”

"Isn't it too precious?" Vizette asked with some concern. "And the name on it... how should I hide it?"

“Good boy!” Dumbledore said gently, “I will give you some extra protection…”

He took back the notebook, pulled out his wand, and gestured back and forth as if writing something.

A moment later, he closed the notebook and handed it back to Vizet.

The moment Vizet touched the laptop, a warm sensation spread through her palm, and the laptop was enveloped in a soft glow...

Chapter 76 The Injured Ball Bird

In the light, the notebook seemed to come alive, and like a winding snake, it crawled onto Vizette's wrist.

When the light faded, a silver bracelet appeared on her wrist.

Vizette examined the bracelet repeatedly. The surface of the bracelet was decorated with an exquisite phoenix relief, and the slightly dull silver texture was very antique, giving it a unique and extraordinary feel.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, this is..."

“You can try flipping your wrist and saying ‘open’ to it.”

Vizette did as she was told, and in the blink of an eye, the silver bracelet transformed back into a notebook, lying quietly in her palm.

"That's amazing!" Vizette exclaimed in amazement. "Headmaster Dumbledore, is this also a Transfiguration spell?"

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand. "Besides Transfiguration magic, it also involves some basic alchemical techniques... This is also the result of our research when we were young."

He pointed to the notebook and continued, "I also recorded the method for making this bracelet in my notes."

“I see it!” Vizet exclaimed in surprise, noticing a newly added line of text.

The strokes in this section are much heavier, creating a stark contrast to the previous flowing and unrestrained handwriting.

“I guess…you’ll be very interested, won’t you?” Dumbledore asked with a smile. “I’ve written everything down, from the initial form to the final form. You can study it slowly as supplementary reading.”

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As the new week began, Hogwarts entered winter overnight.

Not only did the weather turn cold, but heavy snow also followed.

The gray, misty mountains surrounding the school were stained a desolate white by ice and snow.

When the sunlight shines on them, the snow-covered peaks are no longer desolate, but become as warm and smooth as Hetian jade.

The lake next to the castle is covered with a thick layer of ice, which is as hard and transparent as tempered glass, reflecting a fantastic underwater world.

The discussion about the trolls has not ended, especially after the students learned that Wizette had been sent to the school hospital by Professor McGonagall, and the discussion is showing signs of intensifying.

In their view, this was the normal course of events; otherwise, they would find it hard to believe that a first-year student could defeat a troll.

Perhaps if Harry had accomplished the "feat" of defeating the troll, it wouldn't have caused so much discussion.

After all, Harry's title is not only "the boy who survived," but he is also seen by many as a "savior."

A savior who defeated Voldemort at the age of one, defeating a giant monster is a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

Many curious students would even follow Wizette to the library.

They neither spoke nor looked at their books, but just stared intently at Vizet until she felt uneasy, yet they showed no sign of giving up.

Feeling frustrated by the interruption, Vizette had no choice but to find other places to study.

The Ravenclaw common room is actually a great place, but unfortunately, other Ravenclaws think so too, which often results in it being overcrowded.

The dormitory is also suitable for studying, but he occasionally needs to practice some magic, so he can't stay there too often to avoid being too conspicuous.

Fred and George's secret base was well hidden, but it was a bit cramped, and when they experimented with their prank gadgets, all sorts of accidents would happen.

After much thought, Wizette found a good place to stay—Hagrid's Hut.

The fireplace in the cabin was burning with firewood, making the room very warm. After getting to know Tooth, it would lie down in front of Vizette and ask him to scratch its belly.

Although Hagrid looks incredibly rugged, he enjoys making little gadgets.

He would sit alone in a chair, using a small knife to carve wood and make wooden flutes.

In Vizet's view, it was no less difficult for a giant over three meters tall to carve a wooden flute with a knife than to thread a needle and do embroidery; it was an extraordinary talent.

"It should be fine in a few more days. They shouldn't be following you around spying on you anymore," Hagrid reassured him as he whittled wood. "After all, the Quidditch match is about to start!"

“I heard from Harry and the others that you’re Ravenclaw’s Chaser, that’s amazing! Once Quidditch starts, they should be able to focus their attention on the game…”

Vizette nodded in agreement: "I think so too. The troll stuff is really only new these past few days."

Arsenal have already informed him of the schedule, with Gryffindor playing Slytherin in mid-November;

There is another match before the Christmas holidays, between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Hagrid put down his knife, rubbed his hands together expectantly, and said, "Would you like some tea? And some of my rock-skin cakes! They're piping hot, almost ready!"

Vizet waved his hand gently, "I'll just have some tea. I had a big lunch."

Hagrid possesses an exceptional talent for cooking, capable of bringing out the best in certain qualities of food.

Take rock biscuits, for example. In terms of the "rock" aspect, Hagrid has taken it to the extreme. The biscuits he bakes are so hard that they are comparable to real rocks.

Just as Hagrid got up to boil water, a soft "pop" sound came from the room.

A plump bird, about the size of a rooster, with fluffy feathers, appeared in front of the fireplace.

The bird's feathers were brightly colored, and near its wing was a shocking wound from which a little blood mixed with green liquid seeped out.

This is a magical animal similar to the dodo bird.

Or to put it another way, the Ball Runner is the dodo of this world, and according to Muggle records, the Ball Runner is extinct.

Only wizards in the magical world know that the Ball Birds did not become extinct; they were simply annoyed by the harassment from Muggles and thus all hid in the magical world.