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

Today, he and Luna's family have achieved true mutual acceptance.

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Late at night, the fireplace in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office crackled, the flames turning emerald green, and McGonagall emerged from it.

Dumbledore put down the documents in his hand, stood up, and asked, "Minerva, why are you back so late? Did something happen?"

“There was indeed some trouble.” McGonagall adjusted her glasses. “When I went to deliver the admission notice, I encountered a venomous snake.”

Dumbledore frowned. "Rune-like snakes? Is Vizzett alright?"

“He’s fine!” McGonagall nodded. “I’ve asked Kingsley to help with the investigation, and I’m sure we’ll have results soon.”

“That nymph was very old. By the time I brought it to Kingsley, it had already lost all vital signs. The person who could keep a nymph alive must be someone of high status.”

"I suspect that the person who released the Neferpitou was hoping to cause the Obscurus to go berserk through this attack, thereby attracting more controversy."

“As expected!” Dumbledore sighed. “But I think Vizet’s performance was somewhat unexpected, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Vizette is a gifted child!” McGonagall smiled slightly. “Not only did he avoid being attacked by the Runeboding Serpent, he also protected Luna Lovegood.”

“Luna Lovegood? Things seem to be more complicated than I thought!” Dumbledore walked to a cabinet and took out an old-fashioned stone basin.

The mouth of the stone basin is engraved with countless mysterious inscriptions and is filled with a silvery substance that is ethereal and dazzling.

“The Pensieve?” McGonagall drew her wand, pressed the tip against her temple, and pulled out a shimmering silver thread.

The silk threads melted as they fell into the Pensieve, and Dumbledore bent down and buried his face in the basin.

Dumbledore put the Pensieve back, sat down in the chair with his fingers interlaced, and looked somewhat wistful.

"Wandless spellcasting... no! It's even more ancient, a spellcasting method used by wizards before wands became widespread. It's truly brilliant!"

Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement. "I sensed an incredibly pure protective instinct in that shield magic! Could he be considered self-taught?"

“Perhaps the guidance of others is also important.” Dumbledore smiled. “Cornelly stumbled upon the perfect wizarding family for Vizzet.”

Professor McGonagall's tone was slightly helpless, "If it's just about cultivating imagination, 'The Quibbler' can indeed be effective."

“Yes!” Dumbledore’s smile widened. “Minerva, which house do you think Vizet will be sorted into?”

Chapter 7 Hagrid and the Knight Bus

“Gryffindor!” McGonagall said without hesitation. “I see extraordinary courage in him. As the head of Gryffindor, I naturally hope he can enter Gryffindor.”

“That’s what I think too,” Dumbledore nodded, and the two Gryffindors reached a consensus at this moment.

“However…” he changed the subject, “perhaps he is also suitable for Ravenclaw. The calmness he showed when encountering something like the Neferpitou is very much in line with Ravenclaw’s requirements.”

“That’s true!” McGonagall nodded subconsciously. “I don’t think it will be an easy thing for the Sorting Hat to Sort Vizette.”

“The Sorting Hat is in a bind!” Dumbledore stroked his beard with interest. “I remember when the Sorting Hat was sorting you into your house, it hesitated for a long time between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.”

“School starts in less than two months!” McGonagall’s voice was full of anticipation. “I remember Harry Potter… was going to start school this year too, right?”

“Almost there.” Dumbledore picked up the document again. “Harry’s birthday is at the end of July. I will arrange for someone to deliver a letter to him then.”

"Time flies!" McGonagall remarked. "Have you found a suitable candidate for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

“This is no easy task!” Dumbledore sighed softly. “Fortunately… Quirinus sent me a transfer application.”

"A transfer application?" McGonagall adjusted her glasses. "He was teaching Muggle Studies before, and now he's transferring to Defense Against the Dark Arts... Won't that be too much pressure for him?"

“Since he’s willing to try, we should give him the opportunity.” Dumbledore picked up his quill and made annotations on the document. “I will interview him in a couple of days.”

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After Vizette and Luna's family accepted each other, he learned that the family's financial situation was worse than he had imagined.

Despite the success of "The Quibbler," Xenophilius could barely make ends meet with Luna.

Vizette's arrival made Xenoferius's economic situation even worse.

Xenophilius rummaged through his belongings, finding only some loose change, mostly silver sicoes and bronze nuts.

Fortunately, Hogwarts has a scholarship program that allows Vizzet to receive thirty Galleons to buy school supplies.

Galleons, silver shicoats, and bronze nut are wizarding currencies, used to purchase various magical items in the wizarding world.

……

Early in the morning, when the sun was just beginning to peek out, Vizet had already finished washing up and came downstairs to wait quietly.

A commercial street exclusively for wizards—it's something to look forward to no matter how you look at it.

Luna had also gotten up, holding a goblin sculpture in her hand, which was a piggy bank she had made.

"Take this with you! I know you might not have enough money... to buy the items on the list."

Vizette stared at Luna's silvery-white eyes, momentarily lost in thought.

Having experienced the separation from her mother's life and death, Luna was undoubtedly a precocious child, at least more precocious than Xenophilius had imagined.

“I applied for a scholarship, and I’ll go to Diagon Alley to collect it today.” Vizet shook her head slightly. “I’ve heard Diagon Alley is very interesting. What gift would you like?”

“I lack nothing.” Luna smiled slightly at Vizet and shook her head gently in return.

Boom boom boom!

A series of thunderous knocks on the door shattered the morning's tranquility.

A giant over three meters tall stood outside the door, wearing a fur smock with several pockets sewn on it.

The giants had thick beards and hair, and their dark, shiny eyes resembled those of black beetles.

"You must be Vizette, right?" The giant's beard twitched, and his voice was full of kindness.

“I am Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts. Today I will take you to Diagon Alley… I think it should be written in the letter.”

Vizette nodded. "Hello, Mr. Hagrid. I didn't expect you to arrive so early."

“Mr. Hagrid!” Luna rubbed her eyes and appeared beside Vizzet. “Please come in!”

This is a magical world. As Hagrid approached the door frame, the two-meter-high frame suddenly widened and lengthened, its size just large enough to accommodate Hagrid's size.

"Want some cookies?" Luna asked familiarly, handing over a box of pastries. "I'll go wake Dad up..."

“No need! No need!” Hagrid waved his hands repeatedly, and a gust of wind almost blew Luna over. “I’m here to take Mr. Vizet to Diagon Alley.”

"As first-year students, we have a lot to buy! We need to hurry... Is there a Filu network here?"

“No.” Luna shook her head gently. “Dad said that we don’t usually need that, so he didn’t have the Ministry of Magic set up the Floo Network.”

However, the real reason is that setting up a Floo network is not cheap, and Xenophius cannot afford it.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about that!” Hagrid shook his head. “Luckily, I arrived early enough to find another way to get to Diagon Alley.”

"Then take the cookies with you." Luna stuffed the snacks into Vizet's arms. "You haven't had breakfast yet."

With the cookies in hand, Hagrid led Vizet along a dirt path.

Vizette saw Hagrid holding an umbrella, his arm raised high, and tentatively asked, "Are we... waiting for the bus?"

"That's right! That's why I don't eat cookies, and you shouldn't either..."

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, a three-story purple bus suddenly appeared and stopped in front of the two of them, its body trembling.

The flight attendant was a young man wearing a bright purple uniform, with a pair of prominent ears that were particularly eye-catching.

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus. I'm your ticket seller, Stan Sampak... Just stick out your wand and get on the bus, and we'll take you wherever you want to go."

Despite being young, the flight attendant wore an expression of utter despair, seemingly having no hope for the future, and her opening remarks were rather monotonous.

Just like the door frame of Luna's house, the narrow car door opened wide enough for Hagrid to easily enter the carriage.

Vizette felt as if she had entered an old, dimly lit dormitory, with no chairs or small windows, only six brass-framed beds, and the only lighting coming from small candles on either side.

Stan Sampak asked weakly, "Where are you going?"

“Diagon Alley, London.” Hagrid found a bed and sat down; the bed immediately groaned, as if it might collapse at any moment.

“Thirty-four silver sieges, or two galleons if you wish.” Stan Sampak finally showed a bit more effort when he reached out his hand.

The conversion of wizarding currency is quite complicated. One Galleon is equal to seventeen Silver Sickles, or four hundred and ninety-three Bronze Nats.

As a ticket seller, Stan Sampak immediately performed the conversion.

Hagrid reached into one of the smock pockets, pulled out two gold coins, and stuffed them into Stan Sampark's pocket.

Vizet sat on the bed opposite Hagrid. "I'll pay you the fare when we get to Diagon Alley."

Hagrid covered his mouth, his voice unusually muffled, "Remember to hold on tight to the railing, this vehicle is going to be very bumpy. We can talk about anything else after we get off, we're about to leave..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Knight Bus had already started moving and shot off like an arrow.

Vizet quickly grabbed the railing to avoid being carried away by the enormous inertia.

Hagrid gagged, his bright eyes closed, showing signs of motion sickness.

Vizet reacted much better, looking at the windshield at the front of the carriage with great curiosity.

Chapter 8 Welcome to Diagon Alley!

The scenery outside the windshield flashed by, constantly changing between fields, rivers, ponds, villages, and other places.