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

Harry and his friends successfully made it through the room with the Flying Key, but were blocked in the room with the Wizard's Chess.

Ron used his wizard chess skills, losing consciousness in the process, to win the game and gain the chance to enter the next room.

Hermione and Harry, illuminated by the Light-Up Charm, saw the mangled corpse of the troll and gasped in horror, then began to retch from the pervasive stench.

The two arrived at the potions room, where Hermione, following a clue on the table, found two bottles of potions that could pass through flames.

Seeing that there was only a small amount of the potion left, Harry decided to face the problem alone. "Hermione, you drink the other potion and go back to Ron."

"Get back up on the flying broomstick and have him use Hedwig to deliver the message to Headmaster Dumbledore. Also, give that clue to Professor McGonagall; if she does, she'll believe us!"

“What if there’s more than just Professor Snape inside… there’s also Voldemort?” Hermione asked worriedly.

Harry flipped his hair back, revealing the lightning bolt-shaped scar. "I'm the 'Boy Who Lived'! I defeated Voldemort once, maybe I can escape danger again?"

"Hurry up!" He forced a smile. "The sooner you find Professor McGonagall, or get Dumbledore here, the safer I will be!"

Hermione's lips trembled slightly as she hugged Harry. "You're a wonderful wizard."

“I always have to rely on you for my homework!” Harry felt his ears turn a little red. “Before, I had to rely on Vizet.”

Hermione's eyes reddened. "I've only been a bookworm... As a wizard, you need much more... like courage..."

“Hmm!” Harry turned around, a look of fear on his face.

He practically shoved the bottle into his mouth to make sure he drank all the potion before resolutely stepping into the black flames.

The potion gave him a feeling of being in an ice cellar, not only protecting him from the flames but also freezing away his fear.

The warm flames enveloped his entire body, just like the unwavering determination and courage that filled him at that moment, making him fearless.

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Finally, the room was more spacious than I had imagined, with a tall mirror in the center, its exterior luxurious and its height reaching the ceiling.

“Just as I expected…” Voldemort chuckled softly. “There is a magical artifact hidden inside this mirror. I can sense it. Everything is going according to plan.”

He manipulated Quirrell's body, making him stand in front of the mirror, seemingly examining something.

Vizette pursed her lips, constantly adjusting her breathing, and practiced the purification spell in her mind.

As expected, Voldemort was unable to unravel the secret of the mirror for the time being, and he was ready.

Before long, Harry finally passed through the fiery gate and appeared in the room.

Voldemort's voice echoed throughout the room, "Harry Potter! I heard your touching speech, what a 'boy who survived'!"

"It's not Snape?" Harry scanned the room, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Who are you?"

His attention was entirely on Voldemort. He quickly ran down the stairs and demanded, "Who are you?"

"Isn't this what you consider an honor?" Voldemort commanded Quirrell to pull down his hood, revealing a head twice the size of a normal person's. "And you still have to ask... who I am?"

Before Quirrell's pale, paper-white face, a layer of black mist covered, vaguely forming a mask whose outline was indistinct.

"This is Gryffindor, reckless... exceptionally reckless!" The mask twisted slightly, as if the lips were moving, uttering the voice that belonged to Voldemort.

Harry's eyes widened as an unspeakable pain shot through his scar, a pain he had never experienced before.

He gritted his teeth, his voice breaking: "Professor Quirrell? No! You are... Voldemort! You are Voldemort!"

"Not bad..." Voldemort said casually, his attention not on Harry at all, but constantly turning his head to observe the unusual activity in the room.

"So you're unwilling to come out?" His voice was tinged with disappointment. "Hidden in the shadows, observing, observing again and again! You've been doing this for over a decade."

Chapter 115 Dumbledore in the Mirror

Voldemort paced slowly. "What have you observed? Those who risked their lives for you, because of your observations... have been killed by me one by one!"

"Even the person you were supposed to protect, that James Potter... didn't he still die at my hands? And that Lily too..."

Several ropes appeared out of thin air and bound Harry, who was about to speak, like a mummy.

“I know your secret, Dumbledore! Are you still not going to come out?” Voldemort continued, making Harry float in front of the mirror.

Upon witnessing this, Vizette used the Guardian Meditation Technique to concentrate her attention as much as possible.

Harry was like a caterpillar wriggling in a pupa, struggling desperately to resist, but could only let out intermittent whimpering sounds through the gaps in the ropes.

"Do you think... if you died, Dumbledore would mourn for you?" Voldemort suddenly said, and the ropes binding Harry's eyes vanished instantly.

Suddenly regaining his sight, Harry instinctively opened his eyes.

The mirror in front of him looked so familiar; it was the same Mirror of Erised he had encountered during his Christmas holiday night stroll.

He saw a room reflected in the mirror, which looked like an office, with a table on the side covered with silverware that was emitting smoke.

Most importantly, he saw Dumbledore!

Dumbledore's expression was very serious. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's shoulders.

"Do it!"

Dumbledore's voice boomed like a muffled thunderclap.

Voldemort immediately looked to the side, where Vizzett waved his wand, casting the spell with "effortless" control, drawing an incredibly smooth and swift "S" shaped trajectory with all his magical understanding, "Dust Removal!"

At the same time, fiery chains appeared and bound Voldemort.

A burst of silver-blue light erupted in an instant, transforming into an enormous pillar of light that, like a ravenous, man-eating beast, devoured Voldemort instantly…

This pillar of light was like some kind of passage, through which Vizette could sense Quirrell's past.

Those memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, disappearing again and again, from infancy to childhood, and from childhood to adolescence...

Vizette saw a quiet, dark forest, and in the deepest part of the forest, he saw the most familiar Quirrell.

Quirrell was entangled and gnawed by countless venomous snakes, his body almost completely ruined, with only a faint glow remaining on his head, holding the last line of defense and preventing the snakes from completely eroding him.

“Vizet! The bond is important…” Dumbledore’s calm and gentle voice rang out.

Vizet immediately opened her backpack and took out a frog-shaped chocolate.

He can't yet make chocolate with magic, but he can certainly infuse emotions into chocolate by constructing a soul labyrinth.

Vizette threw the chocolate into the beam of light, and the frog-shaped chocolate seemed to come alive, appearing in the dark forest and leaping towards Quirrell little by little.

At this moment, the chocolate frog is the natural enemy of the venomous snake. As it gets closer, the snake collapses, disintegrates, and then gathers together, turning into a cloud of black mist.

Voldemort's voice came from within, "Very good! Excellent! Vizet, my student! You've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"

"I've been thinking about how to escape this frail body with minimal loss. I'm so glad you can help me! Let's get started!"

Hearing Voldemort's voice, Vizzett remained unmoved, his hand waving his wand with perfect steadiness, and he whispered again, "Dust, vanish!"

The venomous snakes that had been eroding Quirrell were completely eradicated, and the black fog above the Black Forest had reached its thickest point.

boom!

The passage shattered at that moment, and the gathering black mist appeared in the air above the room, carrying countless drops of blood, rapidly condensing into a form...

A tall, slender humanoid object appeared in mid-air.

At the same time, Quirrell suddenly collapsed, his body feeling withered, like a dried-up corpse that had lost all its moisture.

Vizette stepped forward and caught Quirrell as he was about to fall.

"Ah!" Harry screamed, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Dumbledore, his face serious, cradled the unconscious Harry with one hand and reached into his pocket with the other, taking out a red stone and pressing it against Quirrell's chest.

The red stone spread out into countless vein-like channels, piercing into Quirrell's chest and bursting forth with countless emerald green lights.

Quirrell, who had been as listless as a dried-up corpse, suddenly became like a balloon being inflated, his deflated body filling up again.

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips as he said to Vizzett, "I told you, as long as you haven't drunk the unicorn's blood, there's still hope!"

Vizette nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and let out a long breath.

Voldemort created a pale body with a snake's face, making him look grotesque and terrifying.

"Dumbledore... Professor! You did show yourself after all... I knew you were here!"

His voice was somewhat muffled, "You seem to really enjoy helping the weak? You can give the Philosopher's Stone to Quirrell, and you can make a half-breed a hunting ground guard..."

"You can even admit a Silent One... So what about me? I'm so weak, it seems you've never helped me! I'll always remember that day! The day you came to the orphanage!"

“What did you do to me? You lit a fire and showed me how terrible magic is! Wasn’t that right? My professor… You were so impressive back then! I’ll remember that day for the rest of my life!”

Dumbledore took a step forward. "So that's all you remember? If so, I'm willing to apologize. I did indeed..."

Voldemort laughed wildly, "Apologize? Professor Dumbledore! I should thank you! Thank you for teaching me that magic is power! You did nothing wrong, really!"

“I loved that day! You made me return my loot, that was wonderful! You made me apologize to a bunch of idiots, that was wonderful! And you told me—Hogwarts doesn’t tolerate theft!”

“That’s wonderful! Professor Dumbledore, I owe my success to your teachings! Wizette, do you understand now why he allowed you to enroll?”

"Because he's trying to make amends, to make amends for his past stupidity, to make amends for the mistakes he made! I! Voldemort! You are the one who caused this! Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, supporting Harry with one hand while gripping his wand tightly with the other.

The Voldemort he saw now felt somewhat unfamiliar to him, as if he possessed more...humanity than when they fought before?

He considered a possibility and glanced at Vizet out of the corner of his eye.

Just then, Voldemort let out two sinister laughs. "How about that? Did I guess right?"