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

The notebook was split in half, like a soaring seagull plunging into the bloodied chest of a child.

The child picked up the notebook, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and suddenly swung his wand, unleashing a gust of wind that sent the young face flying into the air!

……

Hogwarts Castle vanished in a flash, and the greenery on the lawn grew and expanded, transforming into a dark forest in the blink of an eye.

It was still that blood-soaked child, kneeling before a snake, murmuring barely audible words.

It was still that incredibly handsome young face; he nodded repeatedly, "Yes! That's right! I will help you get everything! I will open up everything you have..."

Vizette opened his palm again, revealing a wand—Professor Quirrell's wand.

He hurled his wand, and the bloodied child reached out and grabbed it, a strange glint in his eyes. "Voldemort! I will not yield to you! Fire a barrage!"

With that, he waved his magic wand, conjuring a string of firebirds that set the young face and the dark forest ablaze.

……

The young face began to change, sometimes resembling Vizet, and sometimes reverting to Voldemort's snake face.

Voldemort retreated continuously, gradually losing his human form and transforming into a cloud of black and gold mist, returning to the Soul Labyrinth.

A bright, flawless white light, mixed with gold, shifted and transformed into the shape of Vizet. "Voldemort! It's time to settle this!"

As a witness, he watched Voldemort manipulate Quirrell's memories, digging out the most painful parts to accelerate the process of devouring him.

Facing all of this filled Vizzet with unspeakable rage. He didn't want to say anything more to Voldemort; his mind was filled with only one thing he wanted to do: to completely eliminate Voldemort!

As if responding to his thoughts, the book "The Wizard's Practical Guide" suddenly appeared, its pages turning back and forth, and countless ancient magical powers overflowing and attaching themselves to the labyrinth.

The entire labyrinth, empowered by ancient magical forces, trembled violently, as if it had been enlightened and could respond to Vizet's thoughts.

The trembling labyrinth began to collapse, yet it also began to be constantly rebuilt and reshaped, transforming into a gleaming suit of armor.

The goddess statue in the center of the maze seemed to come alive; she absorbed the golden light emanating from Vizet, the golden light from the bottle of Christmas present.

The goddess statue gently flicked the moon in her hand, and the moon rose up, transforming into the breastplate in the center of the armor.

Vizette sensed the call from the armor and immediately entered the breastplate.

The entire armor was enveloped and filled with silver-blue light, transforming into a colossal armored giant that uttered Vizzett's voice: "Voldemort! Let's settle this!"

Before Voldemort could respond, the armored giant had already moved, making a thunderous roar as he punched Voldemort repeatedly.

Voldemort was like molten iron on a felt mat, with golden and black sparks flying everywhere, and his size was constantly shrinking.

At first, he could still make some sounds, but as the black mist shrank, the sounds became weaker and weaker...

The light containing Dumbledore's will arrived last, and he looked at everything before him in astonishment.

Watching the armored giant swing his fist, constantly unleashing bright silver-blue light, gradually eroding Voldemort.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he murmured, "Ancient magical power... So Vizzett is the current Guardian! No wonder he can wield the Eye of Magic! No wonder his talent is so astonishing!"

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Accompanied by a phoenix cry that delighted even the soul, Vizet slowly opened her eyes.

He was indeed very pleased with himself, the feeling of grinding Voldemort down with each punch was making him a little giddy.

In the process of defeating Voldemort, he absorbed a few bits of knowledge.

This knowledge is extremely crucial, concerning Voldemort's understanding of the soul and the body.

Even if Vizette still cannot master this knowledge, she can store it up and try to understand it slowly.

Having resolved the Voldemort crisis, he had much more time and could live and study in an orderly manner.

Having figured this out, Vizette snapped out of her daze and quickly helped Quirrell, who was struggling to his feet, to his feet, asking with concern, "Professor Quirrell, are you alright?"

Chapter 118 Dumbledore's Armor

Quirrell's face was very rosy, as if he had eaten and drunk his fill and then sunbathed outside for a while.

His eyes were slightly dazed, as if he hadn't yet recovered from what he had just experienced. "I really did..."

He shuddered, but continued firmly, "I just attacked Voldemort! I defeated Voldemort! I actually did it!"

Quirrell finally realized what was happening and smiled like a child who had just received candy, with two clear tears sliding down his cheeks.

“I…I’m free! Vizet! I’m free! I no longer have to listen to Voldemort’s accusations of harming you! I’m being myself again! All of this is thanks to your help, Vizet!”

Wizette shook her head. "I didn't do anything. It was all because of you, Professor Quirrell. It was your perseverance that defeated Voldemort!"

"Is that so?" Quirrell looked at his chest, staring blankly at the red stone.

“That’s right. Choice is far more important than ability!” Dumbledore affirmed. “It was your perseverance after the trials that saved you. Quirrell, you did the best!”

Quirrell opened his mouth as if to say something, but his eyes rolled back, his body went limp, and he fainted.

Vizette tried to help him up, but his own knees buckled, and he felt a sense of emptiness, like after a fever, which made him pause.

His mind was completely blank, and even his breathing seemed to echo continuously, as if his mind had become an empty room where any sound would reverberate.

An armchair and a soft bed appeared out of nowhere, catching Vizet and Quirrell just in time.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Quirrell... are you alright?" Wizette asked with some concern.

"Of course it's alright." Dumbledore shook his head gently. "It's normal for minor issues to arise when using powers beyond our comprehension, even with the help of the Philosopher's Stone."

"A power beyond comprehension... does that refer to that light?" Vizette closed her eyes, recalling everything that had happened before.

He asked tentatively, "Professor Quirrell doesn't understand the soul, but he can free it from its constraints?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, even if you can't yet understand the soul, it's good that you can try to understand the deeper meaning through the surface phenomena!"

"And your magical spell also achieved a similar effect... Vizette, you always manage to surprise me, that's truly remarkable!"

He looked around and saw the deep pit in the corner. He called out to Fox in the sky, "This doesn't seem like a good place to chat. Shall we go somewhere else?"

Vizette guessed, "Back to the principal's office?"

Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Harry and Quirrell and waved his hand gently. "We might have to go to the school hospital first. We need to ask Madam Pomfrey to take care of these two injured people."

"If anyone asks about tonight's events, just say that a dark wizard broke into Hogwarts and was discovered by you. I will also communicate with Harry accordingly."

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"Headmaster Dumbledore! You've brought three patients this time!"

In the deserted school hospital, Mrs. Pomfrey, who had planned to enjoy her summer vacation, spoke with her eyebrows raised so low they almost disappeared into her hair, her voice extremely stern.

"And why are all the symptoms so...similar! Merlin's medicine box! Headmaster Dumbledore! Can't you just give me a break?"

Faced with Madam Pomfrey's questioning, Dumbledore smiled, seemingly enjoying the rebuke.

He waited until Mrs. Pomfrey stood with her hands on her hips, pursed her lips, and adopted a stern expression before speaking: "Bobby, I'm sorry..."

After saying that, he reached out and pulled his index finger and thumb apart, "It was just a tiny accident, just a tiny... extremely minor... you saw it too."

"Fine! Fine! It's always the same!" Mrs. Pomfrey sighed, then began to grumble again, "It's always the same!"

"Luckily, Professor Snape sent the potions ahead of time. Headmaster Dumbledore, could you lend a hand and settle them in? I'll go prepare the potions!"

"Please do my best!" Dumbledore said with a smile, conjuring two suits of armor out of thin air with a wave of his wand.

Vizette's eyes suddenly widened; the two suits of armor gave him a familiar feeling.

It resembles the armor that destroyed Voldemort, but it lacks the imbue of ancient magical power and thus lacks a certain ancient and profound feel.

"Does it feel familiar?" Dumbledore blinked his deep blue eyes and directed the armor to move, carrying Harry and Quirrell to the bed.

Vizette nodded slightly, opened her mouth, but didn't know where to begin.

“If you don’t want to say it, then you don’t need to.” Dumbledore’s voice was gentle as he quietly unwrapped a lemon Olaf. “Everyone has their own secrets, don’t they?”

Just as Wizette was about to reply, she was interrupted by Mrs. Pomfrey.

She snatched the candy from Dumbledore's hand and said seriously, "Can you please restrain yourself a little? At least don't do this to me!"

"Alright!" Dumbledore slowly backed away, winking at Vizzet before leaving. "Get some rest."

"Alright, it's you again, Vizette!" Madam Pomfrey turned around, her brows furrowed, a reproachful expression on her face. "And it's the same old problem!"

She sighed again, shook her head, and said, "Never mind! Never mind! At least you persevered until the end of the semester, which is a considerable improvement."

"It's time to lie down and take your medicine! Here... this is specially prepared for you by Professor Snape. He told you to drink it quickly and not to overthink things."

“Okay!” Vizet took off his backpack, obediently climbed onto a bed, and picked up the Soul Soothing Pills placed on the table.

Madam Pomfrey is giving Harry and Quirrell their medicine.

After drinking the potion, both of them showed remarkably similar distorted expressions, as if they had drunk not a soul-soothing elixir, but some kind of extremely bitter concentrated liquid.

The two unconscious individuals even groaned, as if they were having a nightmare.

Vizette lowered her head with a strange expression, glanced at the potion that emitted a silvery mist, and cautiously took a small sip.

It really doesn't have much flavor, but the texture is thicker and the lavender fragrance is more pronounced.

He drank the entire potion in two gulps. This time, the effects were extremely fast; the moment he put down the measuring cup, a heavy drowsiness swept over him...

When Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office, he was taken aback when he saw the Mirror of Erised. Instead of covering it with a white cloth, he carefully walked around the mirror and sat down in his seat.

He tapped the table lightly, conjuring up a tea set, and brewed some black tea for himself. He also opened a bag of cockroaches and began to chew on them with relish.