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

“I didn’t expect that either!” Harry felt a sense of enlightenment and a smile appeared on his face. “Luckily, Vizzet reminded me.”

"Vizet, do you also like collecting Chocolate Frog cards?" Ron asked curiously. "Do you have any cards of Agriba and Potolami? I can trade you some cards you don't have..."

Seeing that Harry and Ron were trying to steer the conversation away from the topic, Vizette immediately voiced her doubts, "What I'm more curious about is, what does this have to do with Professor Snape?"

Ron explained, "Because Snape would always find some excuse to deduct Gryffindor points in front of Harry!"

"They'll also deduct points from my score! Whenever Harry and I sit at the same table, we both lose points..."

“Everyone else will too!” Harry said indignantly. “Anyone sitting next to me will lose points along with me!”

Vizette coughed lightly, trying hard not to laugh.

Professor Snape would indeed deduct points in front of him, and he had experienced this twice before.

Noticing Vizzet's barely suppressed smile, Harry declared confidently, "He definitely wants to harm me! He has a wound on his leg! A huge wound! He was bitten by Fluffy!"

As he spoke, he bent down, pulled up his trouser leg, and gestured back and forth on his calf, "It's this spot where the wound is! I found it!"

"So my flying broomstick malfunctioned! Then Ron and the others discovered that Professor Snape was casting a spell there, so... well... they planned to... well... stop him..."

His mouth was gagged by Ron, and he managed to utter a few broken words.

"Harry, stop talking!" Ron looked utterly terrified, as if he had seen something horrible.

Vizet quickly turned around and saw Snape, dressed in a black robe, less than two meters away from them.

Snape's lips curled into a slight smile, a forced and insincere expression.

“Very good… Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, very good!” His voice was very cold, drawn out, and without any inflection.

"Let me think... talking about the professor in the hallway, and once casting a spell to burn his robes..."

He took two steps forward, blocking Vizet's path, and leaned down to stare at Ron.

“Mr. Weasley, you seem to know very well who the arsonist was.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was even a hissing sound as he spoke.

Harry's face was just as red as Ron's, or even redder.

Ron blushed because he was nervous and scared, while Harry blushed because Ron covered his face and he couldn't breathe.

Harry finally managed to pull Ron's hand away and glared angrily at Snape.

Snape straightened up and continued to look down at Ron. "Talking about professors in the hallway, Gryffindor loses twenty points!"

“You!” Harry gritted his teeth and continued to glare at Snape.

Snape blinked, continuing to focus his attention on Ron. "Twenty points each!"

Ron felt uneasy under Snape's scrutiny and, disregarding the forty points he had lost, grabbed Harry's hand and fled down the corridor as fast as he could.

Just as the two were about to disappear at the end of the corridor, Ron's voice came, "Vizet! Thank you for telling us so much! Take care!"

Snape turned around, his expression still indifferent, but his tone was crisp and clear, "Vizet, come to my office!"

Chapter 93 The Curious Toad

Ravenclaw isn't entirely without merit...

Snape sighed inwardly.

He had actually thought about how he should answer if Vizette asked about the Philosopher's Stone.

However, on the way to the office, Vizette simply followed silently without asking any further questions.

This is undoubtedly the best outcome, as it saves me the trouble of explaining Dumbledore's messy affairs.

He was even somewhat glad that he had made the choice to teach Wizette instead of becoming Harry's "nanny."

Haha... I want to kill Harry Potter?

"Gryffindor deducts 10 points!"

“Uh…” Vizet looked up and glanced at Snape, whose face was completely expressionless.

He seemed to have gotten used to this kind of point deduction for no reason.

He can even skillfully suppress his laughter and maintain a blank expression.

His expression was probably similar to Snape's at that moment.

He followed Snape into the office, where on the desk in the corner, besides a notebook, there was a brand-new potion-making kit.

Vizette squinted slightly, finally managing to make out the markings on the potion-making equipment...

Yes, it's the Christmas present I gave myself.

Listening to Luna was definitely the right thing to do; a potion master wouldn't refuse a brand new set of equipment.

Beside this potion-making equipment, there was a toad kept in captivity. The toad was very quiet, just watching the two people who came in, and you could even read curiosity in its eyes.

For some reason, Vizette felt that the toad was somewhat familiar, not in the way that you would recognize it from a previous meeting, but rather in a strange sense of familiarity.

He struggled to articulate this feeling; perhaps if Luna were by his side, she would instantly understand what he meant—it was a tacit understanding between them.

……

Snape strode to the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down, casually waving his wand to summon a bunch of potion ingredients.

Vizette recognized it at a glance; it was material related to the Soul Soothing Agent.

Snape put away his wand, crossed his arms, and said, "Begin! I'll watch you make a soul-soothing potion."

Vizette nodded, rolled up his sleeves, lit the crucible, and quickly got to work.

Grind the moonstone into powder... Mix the moon dew, nectar, and artemisia infusion... Pour the dew into the crucible... Wave the wand to cast a spell...

During the Christmas holidays, he was somewhat unaware of how many doses of soul-soothing medicine he had made, and he was naturally very familiar with the whole process.

Wizette's movements were fluid and seamless, without any pauses in her steps.

Snape could sense all of this; Vizet was virtually flawless in her skill at brewing soul-soothing potions.

Although all of this was the result of a lot of time and materials, he still remembered Vizette's age and the grade he was in...

First year at Hogwarts, eleven years old...

Snape rubbed his temples, waiting for the final product of the potion.

“Professor Snape, it’s finished,” Vizzet said calmly, placing the Soul Soothing Potion, which emitted a silvery mist, in front of Snape.

“Still the same…” Snape murmured, his brow furrowed as he asked, “Have you tried the medicine yourself?”

“I’ve tried it…” Vize nodded. “Although the effect is far from what you’ve achieved with your potion, I feel relaxed and sleepy after drinking it.”

"So...you used yourself as a test subject from the start?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Why not an owl? I remember you had an owl, didn't you?"

“I couldn’t bear to part with it… Thor is already very tired from delivering messages, and he’s my friend.” Vizet coughed lightly, “So I drank it myself.”

There was actually another reason: he had used his magic eye to examine the potion and confirmed that it was safe before conducting the trial.

Snape didn't say much, got up, opened the inner door, and took out a toad that was still struggling.

Toads are always a good partner to potion makers, as their skin can absorb liquids, making them ideal for potion testing.

“Let me put it this way!” Snape gently tapped the toad, which immediately froze in place. “Give the toad some medicine, if it’s the right soul-soothing agent…”

As he spoke, he demonstrated by taking a vial of soul-soothing medicine and pouring it onto the toad's back.

"After absorbing the soul-soothing agent, the toad will gradually calm down and then enter a state of slumber. The more effective the soul-soothing agent, the faster the toad will enter a state of slumber."

Vizette frowned. His soul-soothing elixir hadn't calmed the toad; in fact, it had made it increasingly excited...

The word "excited" is not accurate enough.

Or rather, after absorbing the soul-soothing potion, the toad's behavior became extremely strange.

It became increasingly excited, trying to jump forward, but would suddenly convulse in mid-air, then fall down and start rolling around on the table.

Just as it was about to knock over the potion-making equipment, Snape waved his wand, seemingly erecting a magical barrier in front of the equipment.

The toad struggled for more than ten minutes before letting out a "croak" and falling into a coma, seemingly having exhausted all its energy.

Vizette swallowed hard. "Professor Snape, why is it like this?"

“Perhaps it’s the effect of the Obscurus.” Snape casually tossed the toad back into the inner door. “Try another potion.”

He waved his wand again, and another batch of potion ingredients flew onto the table.

Bad blood grass, Angelica pubescens, sneezing grass, castor oil, frog brain...

This is the material for a drug to induce infatuation.

Vizette knew about this potion, but had never made it before.

If the normal teaching process is followed, he should formally learn about the drug of intoxication when he enters the third grade.

Snape began, "It seems you know what it can be used for?"

Vizette replied, "A mind-altering potion, a magical potion used to bewitch the mind, making a person impulsive and reckless..."

"The stronger the effect, the more obvious the effect, and it can even drive a person into complete madness, making it difficult to regain their sanity."

Snape nodded. "Do as I say. Let's begin!"

“Okay!” Vizete nodded and returned to the crucible.