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

Not long after, Snape, dressed in a black robe and looking somewhat haggard, knocked on the door of the headmaster's office...

Chapter 119 The Time After Final Exams

Snape's actions were similar to Dumbledore's; he carefully avoided the Mirror of Erised before sitting down opposite Dumbledore.

He asked in a cold tone, "Can't you just take the mirror away?"

“It might still be useful tomorrow…” Dumbledore pushed the pile of cockroaches toward Snape. “Want some? You look exhausted.”

“No need!” Snape curled his lip, leaning as far back in his chair as possible with an expression of extreme disgust. “I delivered the potion ingredients; I didn’t do anything shady.”

“This is a sensitive time; if we’ve done something wrong, he’ll definitely become suspicious.” Dumbledore nodded. “You did the right thing!”

“A lot has happened tonight,” Dumbledore sighed. “Many of my predictions have been confirmed, and there have been some surprising discoveries.”

"Voldemort doesn't have a body of his own, so he can't be considered truly alive, which means he still won't truly die. Most importantly, there were no sacrifices tonight."

“Harry Potter… that spell…” Snape’s face twitched, and he took a deep breath before asking, “Did it work normally?”

"It works normally, and even avoids a killing curse." Dumbledore picked up his teacup and took a small sip of black tea.

"Voldemort has indeed returned... but it's impossible to determine his exact state after tonight."

"Unable to determine the Dark Lord's condition?" Snape frowned. "He... you killed him?"

“It’s hard to explain.” Dumbledore kept adding sugar cubes to his black tea. “His understanding of the soul is very deep, extremely deep; it’s a unique theory of the soul…”

"He can manipulate life force in a form similar to a soul... That killing curse was cast in this way. He stripped Quirrell of his life force to release a powerful curse."

"Take away Quirrell's life force?" Snape frowned slightly. "Did you use... the Philosopher's Stone on him?"

“You are very perceptive.” Dumbledore nodded gently. “The situation was very dangerous; it was just a hair’s breadth away… Quirrell might have been killed.”

“That thing is not easy to deal with!” Snape interlaced his fingers. “How do you plan to explain this to Nicolas Flamel?”

“That’s easy to handle.” Dumbledore gave a sly smile. “Nico Flamel granted me ownership of the Philosopher’s Stone, so I can use it however I want.”

"I had originally discussed the matter with him and planned to destroy the magic stone directly... but now I have changed my mind, since it has become an important thing for sustaining life."

"Hmm..." Snape murmured, his eyes widening slightly as he scrutinized Dumbledore. "You seem somewhat different?"

"Oh?" Dumbledore asked in return.

Snape interlaced his fingers and tried to describe it: "He became like a traditional Gryffindor, like his true colors were being revealed."

"Compared to before, you seem less restrained? Perhaps it should be described as a lion about to break free of its cage?"

"Is that so?" Dumbledore gently swirled his teacup, the image of the silver-blue armored giant surfacing in his mind.

"That's why I said! There were some surprising discoveries tonight. Perhaps these discoveries have brought about some changes in me?"

"Do as you please," Snape said in a deep voice. "My goal and demand are simple! To kill the Dark Lord!"

Dumbledore gave Snape a deep look, then casually changed the subject, "Regarding Vizet's Soul Soothing Potion, does it have a long-term effect on a person's soul?"

"I haven't reached that level yet... For a potion to change a person's essence, either the potion itself is brewed incorrectly, or the person taking the potion has some kind of problem."

"Oh? You've encountered a similar situation before?"

"I've only read about this in books. If a person's soul is fragile, it might be altered by some kind of special potion."

"Is that so? That's a very interesting discovery!"

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With the final exams over, Hogwarts students and professors had some free time, making the campus more lively than ever.

The events that happened to Vizzet and the others in the basement somehow got out and spread throughout the entire Hogwarts in just a day and a half.

With free time on their hands, the students flocked to the school hospital.

A large group of people were desperately trying to squeeze into the school infirmary, which gave Mrs. Pomfrey a headache.

In desperation, she sought help from Professor McGonagall, who deployed a number of armored guards at the entrance, which finally calmed the students down.

The flapping of wings woke Vizette, and the last rays of the setting sun shone through the curtains into the school hospital, painting a bright orange-red stain on the floor.

There were many gifts piled up on the table next to them, mainly all kinds of candy.

The table next to Harry's bed was the same; only the table next to Professor Quirrell was excessively empty.

Vizette stood up, picked out a few of each type of candy, and placed them on the blank table.

As for the remaining candy, he planned to take it back to the Ravenclaw lounge to share with everyone.

"You're awake? Then sit up straight on the bed, let me check you out!" Madam Pomfrey arrived quickly, picked up her wand and circled it over Vizzet's head.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, may I be discharged?" Wizette asked.

"You can be discharged!" Mrs. Pomfrey nodded. "You're recovering well, much better than them!"

"Professor Quirrell and Harry, are they badly injured?"

"Well, they weren't harmed by magic. With enough rest, they'll recover in a couple of days. If you want to leave, now's the time; there's hardly anyone outside."

Veze nodded, took out a pen and paper from his backpack, and wrote a short message for Quirrell: Professor Quirrell, everything is getting better, wishing you a speedy recovery.

After doing all that, he quickly packed up his backpack, just enough to fit all the candy inside.

Hidden beneath layers of candy was a message from Dumbledore:

Enjoy your finals! If you have any questions, come to the principal's office after the Quidditch match. The password will still be "Jelly Slug".

"Quidditch!" Wizett exclaimed in surprise, rushing to Mrs. Pomfrey and whispering, "Mrs. Pomfrey, how many days have I been sleeping here?"

“It’ll only take a day,” Mrs. Pomfrey cautioned again. “You’re recovering well, but remember! Don’t…”

“Using Buffet’s Brain-Boosting Agent indiscriminately,” Vizette replied with a smile. “I’ll make sure to get some rest, thank you, Mrs. Pomfrey!”

There were quite a few students in the common room, and when he appeared, many of them gathered around, wanting to know what had happened last night.

Following what Dumbledore had told him, Vizette recounted a story of a dark wizard invading the school, glossing over the matter.

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Chapter 120 Mirror of Erised

The next day, the final Quidditch match took place as scheduled.

As the captain of Gryffindor, Wood still came over to greet Arsenal, even though there was no substitute Seeker, and told Ravenclaw to give it his all and not to hold back.

Arsenal watched Wood's slightly dejected figure as he walked away, and couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. "He truly loved Quidditch with his life, it's just that he wasn't very lucky!"

He patted Vizet on the shoulder again, "Well... I feel like as long as you haven't graduated, Gryffindor probably... has very little chance of winning the championship."

The vice-captain coughed repeatedly, "Captain... you'd better say less! What if Wood hears you and comes back to challenge you to a duel?"

The best way to respect your opponent is, of course, to fully demonstrate your own strength.

Without a substitute Seeker, the score of this Quidditch match was 50 to 470, resulting in an unprecedented crushing defeat for Gryffindor.

Arsenal have finally fulfilled their wish, successfully lifting the long-awaited trophy before graduation.

Under Professor Flitwick's magical manipulation, golden rain fell from the sky, and ribbons and flags drew colorful arcs in the air.

The Quidditch pitch instantly became the center of the celebration, with Ravenclaw students swarming onto the pitch, countless hands falling on the players, and celebratory songs and applause rising and falling.

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Vizet still remembered the note left by Dumbledore, and he also had many questions in his mind that he wanted to get answers from Dumbledore.

After the celebration, Vizette left the common room and ran into many familiar students.

"Vizete! That was a beautiful shot!"

"Thank you!"

"Vizete! Have you ever considered joining a professional team?"

"We don't have any similar ideas yet..."

"Vizete! Can I get your autograph? If you ever join a professional team, this autograph will be worth a lot of money!"

"Uh... don't push... one at a time!"

Having finally escaped the surging crowd, Vizette stood before the gargoyle sculpture, following the route she remembered.

"Jelly Slug!"

The crouching gargoyle statue came to life, folded its large wings, and jumped to the side, revealing the spiral staircase hidden behind it.

Vizette knocked for a while before the principal's office door slowly opened with a scraping sound.

The moment Vizet stepped into the room, Fox, who was in mid-air, swung and landed on his shoulder.

Vizette took out an airship-shaped pendant. "Thank you so much... It must have been very tiring to be a pendant for a whole semester, right?"

Fox shook his head gently, nuzzled Vizet's neck, and then, with the airship in his mouth, flapped his wings and returned to the bird perch.

The principal's office was very quiet, except for the silverware emitting smoke and making strange, tiny noises.

Many of the figures in those portraits are not here; the portraits that remain are all dozing off.

“Where is Headmaster Dumbledore…” Vizet looked around, his brows furrowing slightly.