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

Professor McGonagall rubbed her temples. "I remember Mrs. Pomfrey telling you to be careful..."

“How could I possibly disappoint Vizet?” Dumbledore said, picking up a blue-wrapped candy.

"I highly recommend these popping candies! Sprinkle a handful into your mouth, and you'll feel the candies fighting each other!"

He picked up an egg-shaped chocolate, "This one is also very interesting. Muggles put toys inside the candy, like cars that move by themselves when you pull them, and wind-up toys that move on their own..."

Just as Dumbledore was introducing the candies, Snape also came to the teachers' table.

He watched Dumbledore's actions, pursed his lips, and sat down in the place furthest away from Dumbledore.

Flitwick waved his wand, causing the chair to float to Snape's side. "Professor Snape, Vizzet must have given you a gift too, right? Knowing his personality, he certainly wouldn't have left you out."

"A gift? I gave it to him." Snape replied simply in a low voice, "A set of rather useless potion-making equipment and a bottle of soul-soothing potion."

"The finished product of the Soul Soothing Agent was terrible; there must have been a problem with the process. I wrote him a letter pointing out those flaws."

“I see…” Flitwick murmured. “Is this your Christmas present to Vizet? A suggestion for improving a potion?”

"Think what you want..." Snape slammed his hand on the table, and a plate of bacon, sausage, and buttered bread appeared in front of him.

Flitwick remarked, "That's really special! You rarely send gifts at Christmas... just a letter..."

Chapter 90 Tasting the Soul

“Oh.” Snape’s voice remained low as he slowly sliced ​​the bacon. “I just couldn’t stand seeing those potion ingredients being wasted, that’s all.”

Flitwick gave a meaningful smile. "Understood! Understood!"

Just then, an owl flapped its wings and flew into the auditorium.

Each of its claws held a rope, pulling a rather large package, as it flew to the other end of the teacher's long table.

That's where Quirrell is.

Flitwick gazed at the owl flying out of the Great Hall and said thoughtfully, "Judging from the shape of that package, does it also contain potions?"

Snape glanced at it casually, then sniffed. "Soul Soothing Potion, equally terrible quality!"

Quirrell seemed startled by the sudden appearance of the owl, but he calmed down when he saw Vizet's signature on the package, picked it up, and left the auditorium.

He sprinted back to his office, his stomach churning violently, feeling like he was about to throw up the few bites of breakfast he had eaten that morning.

"Hurry! Open that package! I need the potion inside!" Voldemort's deep voice came from the cloth bag behind his head.

Quirrell didn't dare to delay. He tore off the cloth bag and waved his wand to open the package.

Inside was a glass bottle filled with silver magic potions, and a layer of mist was still swirling around the mouth of the bottle.

A magical greeting card was also attached: Professor Quirrell, I hope this Soul Soothing Potion can help you recover your spirits. Merry Christmas!

"It seems that ridiculous emotions are not entirely useless." Voldemort looked in the mirror, his gaze fixed on the glass bottle.

"At least that Silent One brought a large bottle of Soul Soothing Potion, pour it for me quickly! Hurry!"

Quirrell poured out a glass of Soul Soothing Potion and waved his wand to make the potion float in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort, like a thirsty traveler in the desert, frantically drank down this cup of soul-soothing balm.

He had a look of lingering satisfaction on his face. "Excellent! Fantastic! Just as I expected... everything is going according to plan!"

Voldemort looked much better, and Quirrell's complexion also improved somewhat, no longer so pale.

"Master... what do you mean by what you said?" Quirrell felt a sinking feeling in his heart and quickly asked.

Voldemort was in high spirits and even explained in a calm tone: "Soul Soothing Potion... a very high-level but not particularly difficult-to-make potion..."

"It tests the purity of a potion master's soul. The purer... or the more obsessive the soul, the better the soul soothing agent can be created."

"Of course... that's purely the standard used by those potion masters, while my standard is... chaos!"

Quirrell had a bad feeling and quickly asked, "Master, so Vizette's soul..."

“Yes! Yes!” Voldemort let out a monstrous laugh. “He’s being affected! Delicious! An exceptionally delicious soul-soothing potion! How many flavors have I tasted?”

"Let me calculate... pure chaos, evil... delicious! Quirinas! Give me another cup!"

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"Utter nothingness... Novelty! Another one, please!"

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"Ah...and a strange texture...hard to describe...never experienced before...extraordinary..."

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He was like a seasoned gourmet, savoring the taste of Vizet's soul through cup after cup of soul-soothing balm.

"It's amazing! It's amazing! I haven't felt this good in a long time! Quirinas... I'm afraid you can't understand this feeling... the feeling of savoring the taste of the soul!"

Voldemort was indeed in a good mood, and was even willing to explain a few things to Quirrell.

"Quirinas... your soul is so boring... a cowardly existence that can be seen from the beginning, pitifully seeking recognition... yet as cowardly as a squirrel..."

"That's why I chose you... I can see your thirst for power, your desire to be valued, like a squirrel craving a pine cone..."

Quirrell's expression was complicated as he tried to understand Voldemort's words.

He asked tentatively, "Master, he has created a soul-soothing potion that satisfies you... can we stop teaching him dark magic?"

“Keep him here…have him provide you with more soul-soothing medicine…I can provide the materials so he can make more, just in case.”

"Quirinus...Quirinus..." Voldemort's tone turned sinister, "Your memory is always so bad, you easily forget important things!"

“I can see everything about you, Quirinas… You should be thankful that with this Soul Soothing Potion, you'll be better off, understand?”

“Yes… my master!” Quirrell trembled. “I… I understand.”

"Very good! Very good!" Voldemort chuckled sinisterly. "Since it's Christmas, I should give you a present."

"Quirinus! I hope you'll remember what abilities I possess in the days to come... You really need to learn your lesson!"

In an instant, a dark green light enveloped the entire office...

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The Christmas holiday is very long, lasting more than half a month.

Vizette was either tending the garden with Luna or studying Snape's reply.

Just before Christmas, he had completed his theoretical studies on the Soul Soothing Agent. Adhering to the learning method of "theory plus practice," he took advantage of the Christmas holiday to create the Soul Soothing Agent according to the contents of his notes.

This potion is a high-level magical potion, and more variables will occur during the brewing process, requiring constant adjustment of the heat and technique.

Even with the help of the Eye of Magic, the process of making potions was extremely dangerous for Vizet.

He felt a great sense of accomplishment when he created the potion.

After his evaluation, both the color and the effect were as described in the notes.

This is why he would give it as a gift to Snape and Quirrell.

I gave it to Quirrell to help him relieve his mood and worries;

Giving it to Snape carries an added connotation of "handing in homework."

However, in Snape's eyes, the Soul Soothing Potion created by Vizzet was completely substandard.

This was something that Wizette had not anticipated.

Snape wrote a long letter about this.

It lists the possible reasons for failure and provides many improvement methods.

In addition to the letter, he also sent a large bag of potion ingredients.

It took three owls to successfully deliver this large bag of potion ingredients.

Putting aside the harsh and sarcastic sentences and words, Wizette could sense Snape's good intentions from this letter.

Following the advice in the letter, he revised the notes, set up several control groups, and gradually improved the cooking time, the stirring technique, and the timing of casting spells with the wand.

Despite spending most of the Christmas holiday and incurring huge material costs, Vizet still couldn't gain Snape's approval.

Later on, Snape even told him directly that he should stop practicing the Soul Soothing Potion for the time being.

This news was a blow to Vizette...

Chapter 91 The vacation is over

Snape later sent a letter explaining his reasoning: the Obscurus might still be present in her body, affecting Vizet's control over the Soul Soothing Potion.

Vizette felt unusually down and a sense of frustration welled up inside her.

He sat on a bench in the garden, holding a letter in his hand, gazing at the stream in the distance.

I don't know when it started, but Luna has been sitting quietly next to him ever since.

I stayed with him, enjoying the breeze and listening to Thor and Diana playfully bickering and cooing.

I looked into the distance with him; the wind swept across the lawn but could not actually bend the grass.

I sat with him from afternoon until sunset, until the stars filled the night sky and the moon hung in the sky.