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

"Can't figure out the answer, huh?" Aberforth grinned slyly. "Actually, this is a tricky question; there's no single right answer."

Wizette pursed his lips, offering no comment, for he knew Aberforth had more to say.

“What a boring boy!” Aberforth scoffed. “Couldn’t you just pretend to be ignorant? Ask him in a curious tone, ‘Then why did you ask that question?’”

Seeing that Vizette remained unmoved, he could only say helplessly, "You had never really been exposed to magic before Albus found you."

"You were just tortured by a bastard and indoctrinated with the idea that magic is bad, making you afraid of the special power within you, right?"

Vizette nodded and said, "Yes!"

Aberforth continued, "Then let me rephrase my question: Have you considered similar questions?"

"Why am I a Muggle...? Or an ordinary person? Why am I able to pick up a cup and drink water...? Have you ever thought about that?"

“I haven’t thought about it,” Vizette shook her head, answering tentatively, “because I am a person…and have strength?”

He thought back to the question from before, and his eyes lit up. "Just like a wizard! Because I'm a wizard, I can do magic!"

Chapter 100 Protecting what we cherish from harm

"You're quite clever, kid!" Abufus laughed twice, then straightened his face. "No wonder Abufus always comes to me because of you."

“I really don’t know whether to say you’re talented or just like any other Ravenclaw, knowing how to answer questions in a clever way…like that ring password.”

Vizette remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

Aberforth gave him a strange feeling, and the fact that he did such a thing with a strange parchment scroll made him feel like there was still a thorn stuck in his heart.

But this also reminded him once again.

This is a real world, not children's literature or fairy tales; this world contains real dangers.

Even setting aside Voldemort, who already had his eye on him, there were probably very few good-natured wizards sitting in the tavern's main hall.

There are even all sorts of bizarre magical artifacts, such as that parchment scroll, which is a good example.

He also realized that both the Eye of Magic and the potentially rampaging Obscurus were unstable factors and could attract the covetous eyes of others.

In his previous life, he was just a child who grew up in an orphanage, but now he has the thing he has always dreamed of most—family.

There are even more: professors who impart all their knowledge, cheerful and sincere friends, magic, potions, Quidditch...

He didn't want these precious things to be harmed!

Therefore, he needs to possess greater power, otherwise the vision created by the Legilimency technique might one day come true.

Wizett let out a long sigh. "Aberforth, what should I do to fight Voldemort?"

Aberforth scoffed, "Fight Voldemort? Do you really think... a first-year student could possibly scatter a troll's ashes? Hahaha..."

"I didn't scatter the ashes... but on Halloween night, I used magic to dissolve a giant monster."

"Albus didn't finish telling me what happened!" Aberforth's smile froze, and he said bitterly, "He just told me that you did something amazing on Halloween Eve!"

"What kind of magic will be used to deal with the troll? Dark magic? If an Obscurial casts dark magic, the effect will be amplified... Am I right?"

Vizette nodded. "Yes!"

“I don’t want to know the rest.” Aberforth stared at Vizette for a while. “Learning Occlumency is a very long process.”

"To become a brain lock therapist, one must either have a wealth of experience, exceptional talent, or possess extremely strong yet controllable emotions..."

He slowly stroked his beard, stood up, and paced back and forth, saying, "You fall into the second category, possessing outstanding talent."

Wizette remained silent, waiting for what would happen next.

“Tsk…this kid!” Aberforth curled his lip, and continued with a hint of helplessness, “From what I know of Voldemort, he is a master of Legilimency.”

"In this world... the number of people who can rival him in Legilimency is probably less than the number on one hand. So your current situation is very dangerous! You need to find another way!"

Vizette responded, "Another way?"

“A literal alternative.” Aberforth nodded and smiled when he heard Wizette’s words. “You need to build a labyrinth within your soul to hinder Voldemort’s invasion.”

Vizette was somewhat confused. "Excuse me... what does 'building a labyrinth within the soul to hinder Voldemort's invasion' mean?"

Aberforth explained, “Use your beautiful memories to construct a labyrinth, and with the purest passion and beauty, fight against Voldemort’s own evil and madness!”

"How exactly should we do it?" Vizer pressed.

Aberforth waved his wand, summoning a book meant for stepping on. "You have a good understanding of the concept of Occlumency, so I can relax and go straight to the practical application stage."

He handed the book to Vizette. "As a Ravenclaw, I think... you can understand the contents of this book without my explanation, right?"

Vizette took the notebook and opened the cover: To successfully perform the brain shut-in technique, one needs to understand and manage one's own emotions in order to achieve emotional control...

Besides the content about Occlumency, the book also contained lines of concise and neat handwriting: "What is the meaning of those words in the book...?"

“My notes,” Aberforth said, “are my humble opinions from before I had experienced so much.”

Some of the habits of the two Dumbledores are quite similar...

Wizette combined the annotations in the margins with her understanding of the book's content.

The originally obscure and difficult-to-understand text has become much easier to understand.

It felt like reading "The Theory of Metamorphosis" in conjunction with Dumbledore's annotations.

Vizette quickly became engrossed in the subject, absorbing all the knowledge about Occlumency.

There is no doubt that Aberforth also possesses great talent, but he does not show it off at all, merely maintaining his public identity as a bar owner.

Before he knew it, he had finished reading the whole book and felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of brain occlusion.

Aberforth noticed this and asked directly, "What have you learned?"

Wizette closed the book and tried to summarize in his own words: "The most important thing to master Occlumency is emotional management."

"By emptying your mind and practicing repeatedly, try to build a 'box' to store your emotions and prevent them from being expressed."

"It's a very long process. You need to practice consistently and reinforce your skills all the time to be able to control your emotions steadily."

“The Legilimency practitioner creates illusions, and any emotional fluctuation can become a breakthrough point for the Occupy Central technique.”

"We need to enhance our sensitivity to Legilimency so that we can, at crucial moments, promptly amplify the effects of Occupy Central to resist illusions..."

“That’s enough!” Aberforth interrupted. “You read well. I didn’t expect you to understand the gist of it in such a short time.”

"Should we start practicing now?" Vizette asked.

"Aren't you hungry?" Aberforth raised an eyebrow. "If you wanted to get here from Hogwarts, you should have left right after class, right?"

Before Vizet could refuse, he began to wave his wand and cast a spell as if humming a song.

The bread ingredients on the corner shelf obeyed his call and flew towards the table.

"Milk flows like a stream, gently stirred, swirling clouds of flour, plastered with sugar, soft and fluffy butter, eggs bouncing joyfully, and warm love is poured into the little dough..."

Aberforth wore a smile, and the bread-making ingredients seemed like playful children, frolicking happily alongside his chanting.

"As the bread ripens, wishes drift with the smoke; in the magical flames, passion remains undiminished; within the willow grove's dream, a sweet aftertaste lingers; a grand feast invites all to join us..."

A flame appeared on the table, and the dough leaped into the fire, like a hippopotamus tumbling in the water, rolling and expanding, turning golden...

Chapter 101 Constructing a Soul Labyrinth with Emotions

Vizette stared blankly until she caught a whiff of fragrance.

It was an indescribable, sweet bread aroma that made him involuntarily swallow.

"You must be hungry now, right? Here, have a piece of bread!"

Aberforth's voice rang out, and as he spoke, a loaf of bread floated in front of Wizette, wafting the aroma of baked wheat.

The candlelight on the wall flickered, illuminating the crispy bread and giving it a warm glow.

Vizette couldn't resist taking a grip on it, and as she gently squeezed it with her fingers, the bread crust cracked crisply.

He gently tore open the bread, and the rising steam, carrying the rich aroma of wheat, rushed into his nostrils, causing him to unconsciously take a deep breath.

The crispness of the bread's surface contrasts sharply with its softness inside, creating a delightful contrast in the mouth.

He tasted a subtle sweetness and wheat aroma, and closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of it slowly melting on his tongue.

He took a bite of the bread; the crispness of the crust contrasted sharply with the softness of the inside, intertwined with a subtle sweetness and wheat aroma, melting slowly in his mouth.

There were also some indescribable things that melted in his heart; he could actually feel a warmth, a kind of home-like comfort, from the bread...

If you add some Gordigan and Airship Lee, it will truly taste like home!

The bread was as big as two palms, but he finished it without even realizing it, and even felt like he wanted more.

“This is my answer to wizards and magic,” Aberforth grinned. “In my opinion, those wizards who are well-versed in the magic of everyday life are the true wizards!”

"They use their talents and minds to construct entities and realize their ideas. Magic empowers us to do better. It's not just about achieving our goals; it's magic that makes wizards special."

“What you feel from the bread is the emotion I’ve given it.” Aberforth sat down on the stool, picked up a piece of bread, and took a big bite, not caring at all that the crispy bits had disappeared into his beard.

"What I want to tell you is that the method of the Soul Labyrinth is very similar: using emotions to build a defense, thereby protecting one's soul and resisting Voldemort's corruption..."

The method of constructing a soul maze is contrary to the concept of brain occlusion.

The brain shut-in procedure requires suppressing emotions; the emotions that are displayed are likely illusions created by the brain shut-in practitioner.