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

Vizette waited until late at night before Voldemort's message finally arrived.

It was a purple strip of cloth, and even though it was some distance from the windowsill, Vizette could still smell the garlic.

"A strip of cloth is flying over!"

He waved his wand and cast a summoning spell. The strip of cloth spread out in the air, and a piece of paper fell out from it.

Vizette changed the target of the summoning spell, held the note in her hand, and saw extremely distorted handwriting on it: Come to the corridor on the fourth floor!

He let out a long breath, making sure he had everything in his backpack: the parchment slip, parchment paper, the frog-shaped chocolate...

After checking the pendant box on his chest again, he quietly left the lounge.

"Cuck!"

The sound of a toad croaking sent a chill down his spine.

The dark brown toad with thirteen bumps on its back is Na'Vi's pet toad, Rafer.

Neville's voice rang out: "You can't keep breaking the school rules! I have to stop you! I understand! Are you ready?"

Harry's anxious voice followed: "Think of something!"

"All petrified!"

Hermione's chanting began, followed by a thud as her body fell to the ground.

Vizette turned into another corridor, placed her wand against an oil painting, and began to trace one of the lines.

The oil painting emitted a faint glow, and the image kept rotating until it transformed into a wooden door.

This is a secret passage shared by Fred and George, which contains a long slide that can be used when they are running late to get to the fourth floor in the fastest time.

Voldemort's voice rang out: "Faster than I expected, my student..."

Quirrell was shrouded in a large cloak, so Vizet couldn't see Quirrell's face and didn't know the specifics of his situation.

Vizette asked calmly, "I almost fell asleep. Did something happen?"

“I know what you’re thinking,” Voldemort said lightly. “At least so far, Quirinus is fine except for being unconscious.”

Vizette straightened up. "Why did you send me here?"

“If the servant is unwilling to continue serving, then I will have to trouble the student,” Voldemort said in a drawn-out voice.

Chapter 112 Passing Three Tests

Voldemort's tone was ambiguous, "It's time to test your learning. This is your special final exam... Open this door and lead me to the end!"

As Vizzet approached the door step by step, wand in hand, Voldemort smiled.

Vizet's hands were empty; Voldemort seemed to foresee what was about to happen:

The moment the door opened, the three-headed dog pounced, biting off half of Vizet's arm. Then Vizet transformed into an Obscurus, gradually being consumed by it...

Clack clack...

The gate slowly opened, and the barking of the dogs reached its maximum intensity in an instant!

Voldemort pulled his cloak up slightly, squinted his eyes, and, like a theatergoer, anticipated the exciting scene to come.

"Waaah..." Lu Wei's head was blocked in the doorway, sticking out his tongue and making a pitiful sound.

It lowered its body and tried to stick out its tongue to lick Vizette, with sticky saliva dripping from its tongue.

Vizette deftly dodged the tongue and patted one of Lou Williams' heads. "Lou Williams, we meet again!"

"Woof!" Louie seemed to enjoy it, lying on the ground with his eyes closed, whimpering, and even flapping his droopy ears.

Voldemort took a step forward.

The next moment, the noses of the three dog heads wrinkled simultaneously, and they bared their teeth as they looked ahead, crouching down in an attacking posture and emitting a rumbling growl.

“Louwei, let’s go! We have something to do down there…” Vizet patted Louwei’s head again and took out an oil paper package from his backpack.

"Woof woof?" Louie sniffed, all three heads staring at the oil paper package at the same time.

"Have something to eat here, we're going downstairs to take care of some things..." Vizette said softly, tearing open a paper package and feeding a roast chicken...

Voldemort's eyes held a deep sense of regret, along with a feeling of absurdity.

The dragon egg that Quirrell bought with all his savings turned out to have a similar function to a roast chicken.

Guided by Vizette, Louie wagged its tail and came to the corner of the room, where it lay down and stared at the roast chicken.

Although the roast chicken was only a tiny bit big, it ate it with great care, constantly licking it with its tongue, but it couldn't bite it all into its mouth at once, just like it was eating a lollipop.

“We should go.” Vizette flung open the trapdoor and lowered her wand. “Fluorescent!”

In the blink of an eye, the devil's net below was stimulated by the intense light and quickly curled up in a corner, looking like a withered tree.

"Devil's Web... how do you plan to get down there?" Voldemort asked with interest. "The environment down there is fantastic, perfect for Devil's Web to grow."

"Once your Illumination spell wears off, they'll come back... If you keep the Illumination spell active, there's no cushioning on the ground for you to land on..."

“A wizard, of course, must use magic. Knox!” Vizet dispelled the illumination spell and took a piece of parchment from his backpack.

He placed the parchment on the ground, folded it over and over again, and then tapped it lightly with his wand, "Transformation!"

The parchment extends downwards from the entrance, transforming into a sturdy wooden staircase.

"Fluorescent!" Vizet lit her wand again and strolled down the stairs with an air of composure.

Voldemort walked behind, a smile playing on his lips, "If I may, I'll give you an 'E' here."

"Good? Not bad," Vizet replied casually.

Voldemort explained, "The main point is to prevent you from becoming arrogant. Are you interested in leaving Hogwarts with me? You still have a chance..."

Vizette interrupted Voldemort, asking in return, "Does Professor Quirrell still have a chance?"

"Ha ha……"

The two fell into silence.

This silence was exactly what Wizette wanted to see. He went to the corner, picked up a few devil's webs, stuffed them all into an oil paper bag, and took them to the next room.

The room was brightly lit, and even with the magic illumination spell dispelled, the devil's net could only cower in a corner, trembling.

The door at the far end of the room was locked, and countless keys flew above the dome. These keys had wings and looked as agile as birds, clearly the work of Professor Flitwick.

Vizette looked around and saw the flying broom hanging on the wall.

Voldemort started talking: "Flying brooms... I heard from Quirinas that this is one of your strengths. Are you planning to do a flying performance?"

“I have no such intention.” Vizet picked up the oil paper package and walked towards the locked door.

If it were an ordinary person, upon seeing a secret room, a flying key, and a flying broom, they would naturally think of a solution—to ride the flying broom and grab the key.

But in addition to learning how to construct soul labyrinths, Wizette also heard many interesting theories from Aberforth.

For example, wizards shouldn't get bogged down in the process, but rather consider the result. The uniqueness of a wizard lies in their ability to directly reach the outcome through magic, so what rules are there? They're all meant to be broken…

These words were uttered by Aberforth while he was drunk, so their credibility is not very high.

However, Vizette still wrote it down and tried to understand the sentence, as well as to understand wizards on a deeper level...

Seeing Vizzet's actions, Voldemort couldn't help but ask, "What are you planning to do? The unlocking charm won't open this door."

Vizette countered, "Excuse me... if it were you, how would you open this door?"

"You seem to have forgotten how to address me?"

"Um... Professor, what would you do?"

“I can blow this place up at will, and if I master the Confusion Charm, I can also bewitch those keys…”

“You…Professor is right, wizards have many ways to do this,” Vizette concluded. “So I thought of a more efficient method…”

He then pulled a piece of parchment from his backpack and stuffed it into the keyhole.

"Skillful adaptation!"

The parchment turned into a piece of melting wax, which, under Vizet's control, continued to extend inward until it filled the entire keyhole, and then hardened again.

In no time, the warm, white candle key was completed.

pat!

Vizette gently twisted the handle of the wax key and easily turned the doorknob. "Magic...it's truly amazing!"

Voldemort watched Vizzet's retreating figure and couldn't help but exclaim, "You really are amazing!"

As a first-year student, Vizette's application of Transfiguration magic is undoubtedly at a leading level, and she is able to use it in her daily life.

Moreover, he also had a unique understanding, which was what Voldemort cared about most.

This shows that Wizette is not bound by her past experiences and is on the right path.

Voldemort's voice became somewhat hoarse, "Why did you go to Ravenclaw? You were clearly more suited to Slytherin."

“Am I suitable?” Vizette walked into the next room. “If I go to Slytherin, I’ll probably be targeted by a lot of people.”

Voldemort was somewhat surprised. "Oh?"