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

Quirrell said weakly, "Great master...you are so wise!"

"As for Snape... I'll give you a list of potion ingredients and have him send them there!" Voldemort grinned with a sinister satisfaction at the flattery.

"If he provides a real solution and is even willing to offer the potion ingredients, then he does have some use, and I'm willing to let the stray dog ​​go home..."

He yawned again. "We also need to figure out a way to distract Dumbledore...that'll require your wisdom..."

“I…I understand…” Quirrell said weakly.

Having endured so much torment, he was now too weak to resist and subconsciously chose to submit.

"And... I need to go to the Forbidden Forest tomorrow and kill a unicorn. I need its blood..." Voldemort's voice lowered, sounding somewhat drowsy.

Quirrell said in a panic, "But...but unicorn blood has a deadly curse!"

Voldemort scoffed: "Quirinus, this is the consequence of not letting the Obscurials brew potions... Do you understand? This is your own fault!"

"This is what happens when you try to be a...good professor! Getting unicorn blood from the Forbidden Forest...I don't want to repeat myself..."

He threatened wearily, "This is my last act of mercy towards you, after all, your body is still useful, understand?"

The crimson light disappeared, and Voldemort seemed to fall into a deep sleep, but Quirrell dared not make any rash moves.

Two months ago, he made a final stand, only to be subjected to the most horrific torture yet.

Even now, whenever he recalls that ordeal, he experiences hallucinations of intense pain throughout his body…

Chapter 103 First Encounter with Voldemort

Amidst various minor incidents, spring arrives in the Scottish Highlands, flowers bloom, temperatures gradually rise, and Hogwarts welcomes the exam season.

Vizette's life remained fulfilling; she continued her studies daily and made progress in her research on silent spellcasting.

A lot has happened during this period.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Draco were each penalized 50 points for being caught by Filch while out at night.

Vizette was still somewhat shaken when she heard the news.

Every Friday night, he would also return to Hogwarts very late, which theoretically also violated the school rules.

Perhaps it was because of Dumbledore's advice that Filch never caused him any trouble.

This incident served as a warning to Wizette, who became more cautious on her way back to the lounge to avoid being caught by Filch.

Although he had no real conflict with Filch, Fred and George described the doorman as someone not to be trifled with.

Vizette walked cautiously down the secluded corridor, still pondering the matter of the Soul Labyrinth.

All the pleasant memories he could think of transformed into positive emotions, filling the labyrinth of his soul.

According to Aberforth, completing this task in just a few months is a remarkable feat.

Just then, he heard footsteps behind him.

Considering it might be Filch on night patrol, Wizette instinctively quickened her pace, intending to leave this place of trouble.

Before he could take two steps, a cold, unpleasant voice suddenly rang out, "Quirinas, aren't you going to say hello to your good student?"

Wizette's heart sank, and a question arose in her mind: Professor Quirrell? Why is there another voice?

"no!"

After a painful groan, Quirrell, panting heavily, stood in front of Vizet.

Quirrell's face was as white as paper, and he was wearing a large robe, which seemed to conceal something inside.

Wizette looked worried. "Professor Quirrell, you..."

"Hahahahahaha!"

A harsh, mocking laugh came from the back of Quirrell's head. "Vizet Lovegood, I am your true professor! Understand?"

When Vizette heard the voice, she already had a guess about its source.

He remained calm and said slowly, "All the knowledge I've learned was taught to me by Professor Quirrell. He... is my true professor!"

"Ah...how touching! I almost drowned in tears!" the voice continued.

A dark green light instantly enveloped Quirrell's face. Vizette, seeing Quirrell convulsing on the ground, anxiously shouted, "What are you trying to do?!"

"nothing."

The dark green light continued to torment Quirrell.

“I know you, Wizette Lovegood! You are very talented, talented in every aspect, and favored by professors in various disciplines… In fact, we are the same kind of people,”

Vizette clenched her fist, but maintained her calm tone, "How can someone who doesn't even give their name be the same kind of person as me?"

"You won't even give your name? Hahahaha!" The voice burst into another fit of maniacal laughter. "It's because you're afraid to mention my name! Understand?"

“Voldemort, is that it?” Vizet took a deep breath.

Voldemort possessing Quirrell is undoubtedly the worst possible outcome.

Just then, he felt the pendant box on his chest getting warm...

Not only that, but I also felt warmth in my palm, a comforting sensation from Fox.

This is a good sign, indicating that Fox is paying attention to him, and it also suggests an additional possibility—Dumbledore is also watching him.

"He actually called me by my first name? But he's still a student, there's still room for him to be disciplined..." Voldemort seemed to be asking and answering himself, as he removed the black and green light that had been lingering on Quirrell's face.

"Professor Quirrell, are you alright?" Vizet immediately stepped forward and helped Quirrell up.

"Thank you so much! Thank you for helping my servant up!" It was Voldemort who spoke.

Quirrell had fallen into a coma, but was held up by some kind of magic and was forced to stand up by Voldemort.

Voldemort continued, "Vizet Lovegood, my servant seems incapable of acting... but I have an operation to perform tonight, so why don't you take over?"

Vizette said coldly, "Do I have any other choice?"

He noticed that the dark green light was swirling around Quirrell's neck, which was a clear indication.

“You’re very clever,” Voldemort laughed again. “You go first! We’re going to the Forbidden Forest!”

Vizette pursed her lips and continued forward in silence, keeping an eye on her surroundings as she went.

Hogwarts Castle seemed unusually quiet tonight, and even Filch, the night patrolman, was nowhere to be seen.

They came to a wide meadow, where Vizette finally spotted Filch.

Not only Filch, but also Harry, Ron, Neville... a total of five students followed behind Filch.

Following Filch's direction forward, Wizette could be fairly certain that Filch's group's destination was the Forbidden Forest.

Could it be because of Harry and his friends' nighttime outing?

Vizette remembered that Hannah had told him a few days ago that Harry and his friends would be punished with labor for their nighttime outing.

"What's wrong, Wizette Lovegood? Do you have a problem with that old, wicked doorman? Or those five brats?" Voldemort's eerie voice came from behind.

"Follow your heart and kill them, okay? You've learned so much dark magic, you must be able to find something suitable to deal with them, right? Give it a try! Put your knowledge into practice!"

"The Sickness Curse can turn them into fertilizer for the lawn. Just think... how perfect it would be to nourish the lawn with fertilizer! It would also improve the environment of Hogwarts..."

Vizette could indeed sense something trying to enter his consciousness and soul through sound...

However, due to the obstruction of the Soul Labyrinth, these things quickly vanished without a trace.

He pursed his lips, quickened his pace, and hurried toward the forbidden forest.

He could also vaguely hear Harry and Ron calling his name.

To avoid any accidents, Vizette bypassed Hagrid's hut and chose to enter the Forbidden Forest from the other end.

“You really have potential… Wizette Lovegood!” Voldemort cackled. “You’re quite adept at deliberately avoiding that big oaf!”

"Actually, you don't need to suppress yourself so much... You should learn to unleash your true nature and release the evil thoughts in your heart. If a person suppresses themselves too much, they will definitely not be able to fully unleash the power of magic, do you understand?"

“Oh? I don’t quite understand what you mean,” Vizet replied.

"Aren't you an Obscurial? That's the result of suppressing magic and talent," Voldemort casually remarked. "Otherwise, what do you think Hogwarts is for?"

"It's about letting you unleash your talents, not suppress your magic, learn to control and master the skills of casting magic, and understand how to freely use your abilities."

Chapter 104 Entering the Forbidden Forest for the First Time

Vizette frowned slightly, pondering, "To wield one's abilities freely? That means without needing to consciously cast spells? So one needs to maintain a relaxed state?"

“Vizet, your comprehension is truly excellent!” Voldemort said in a satisfied voice, then sighed dramatically.

"What a pity! Your thinking is too stubborn. Even now, you refuse to say 'I have learned something' to me. It's truly regrettable!"

“I’ve learned a lot,” Vizette said casually. “Thank you for telling me this.”

Voldemort let out a series of harsh, unpleasant laughs. "How amusing. Could you say those words again?"

Vizette didn't say anything, and even quickened her pace.

Before she knew it, Vizette had arrived at the other end of the Forbidden Forest.

Under the cover of night, the outer edge of the Forbidden Forest resembled a sleeping beast; the dark silhouette formed by the overlapping canopies of the trees exuded an indescribable sense of unease.