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

Vizette gripped her wand tightly, looked around, and asked, "The next trial? Shall we take it here?"

"Don't be so tense! Isn't it the end of the school year? You should get some rest!" Salazar rested his chin on his hand, opened his mouth and yawned, looking rather lazy.

"The next test is my pet... It's still at Hogwarts, continuing to fulfill its former duties. You can choose to defeat it, kill it... or tame it."

"Whichever option you choose, I only want to see the final result—come back to me through the Mirror of Eris after you have obtained its body fragments or gained its trust!"

"No more information?" Vizette asked tentatively.

“Let me think…” Salazar placed his long fingers on his lips, “You can’t seek help from the professor; you have to rely on yourself… to find the answers.”

Vizette raised an eyebrow, sensing a hint of ambiguity in the word "self".

"Think what you want!" Salazar knew what Vizet was thinking and gave a cryptic smile. "It's about time. You should go back."

Vizette took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I understand!"

“Then let’s go back!” Salazar waved his hand, picked up the book in his hands again, and the serpentine staircase returned to its original state, encircling the throne, and became stiff first.

"In addition, I can tell you the reward after the test, which is the method of controlling the spell. This should be what you need most right now."

“Command?” Vizette heard a completely unfamiliar word.

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Chapter 125 Dumbledore and Snape's Conjecture

Snape stood before Dumbledore, the warm yellow candlelight flickering erratically, seemingly reflecting the anxieties in their hearts.

Fox hovered above the Mirror of Erised for a while, then stopped in front of it.

It pecked lightly twice at the mirror, then looked at Dumbledore and let out a loud chirp.

Dumbledore gently shook his head. "Fox is very concerned about Vizette. It probably saw Vizette emerge from the mirror..."

“Fox, come here! You must be tired after taking me to so many places today.” He beckoned Fox to sit on his shoulder.

“I wonder where Vizette went…” Snape’s voice was flat, but he kept rubbing his fingers together.

"You mentioned to me before that the Dark Lord entered Vizette's mind, so just in case, I want to verify it..."

“Yes, that’s exactly what I think. After all, he came back even after leaving a scar on Harry.” Dumbledore nodded. “It’s necessary to verify this again.”

Snape leaned forward slightly. "So...was Vizette's disappearance from the Headmaster's office intentional...or an accident?"

Dumbledore said in a low voice, "Both. When it comes to Voldemort, I generally only believe what I see with my own eyes."

“Seeing is believing…” Snape narrowed his eyes slightly. “If you hadn’t insisted on this view, probably no one would have thought that the Dark Lord had actually returned!”

“Yes! After all, magic is so wondrous and ever-changing,” Dumbledore continued. “So I hope to witness with my own eyes the moment when Vizet faces the Mirror of Erised.”

"This way, I can see if Voldemort is in his mind or if he is disguising himself. However, an accident happened in the middle, and this mirror... is indeed more mysterious than I imagined."

"Indeed, even more mysterious?" Snape didn't turn to look at the mirror. "What else can it do besides let people see foolish fantasies?"

“Something more indescribable…” Dumbledore stroked Fawkes’s feathers, “Otherwise, how could it reflect the hearts of all people?”

Both fell silent, for they were both masters of Occlumency, yet they could still see their inner fantasies reflected in the Mirror of Erised.

“Let’s go back to Vizette!” Dumbledore began again. “Fox still has ties with Vizette, and if Vizette leaves the school, it means…”

“Voldemort possessed Vizzet! But Vizzet didn’t escape, so he wasn’t possessed, right?” Snape’s tone was even lower, like a venomous snake poised to strike.

Dumbledore said, “That’s right! Fawkes told me that Vizet is in the mirror… a place I can’t reach by magic.”

Fox glanced at Snape and nodded in a very human way.

"A place even you can't go..." Snape stroked his chin, "Isn't that good news? It means that Vizet is just... someone qualified to enter the Mirror?"

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded. “Severus, you can go back now. I will keep you informed of any good or bad news that may come.”

Snape stood up and gathered his robes. "Alright!"

After the door closed and the footsteps faded away, Dumbledore let out a long sigh, his face showing obvious fatigue and worry.

The fact that Vizette was able to weaken Fox's connection suggests that the place she went to was definitely not simple, and could even be described as extremely dangerous.

Even though he knew that only the guardians might be able to enter that place, he still couldn't help but worry.

"Another accident."

He looked up out the window, as if through the dark sky he had returned to the distant past, to that year he no longer wanted to mention, to that Godric Valley.

His fate was also altered by an accident back then, and it seems that everything is repeating itself.

That was not his intention, but it ultimately led to the worst possible outcome...

Dumbledore sat there from nightfall until late into the night, until the dim moon hung high in the sky, and the sorrow and weariness on his face became more and more obvious.

Dol...dol...dol...

Fox would occasionally peck at the Mirror of Erised, then chant a few words to Dumbledore.

“Yes, we will find him.” Dumbledore nodded gently, his voice barely audible.

However, this time was different; the Mirror of Eris truly underwent a change, emitting a silver-blue light...

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Mirror world.

“Geis, a command! An interesting magical mark.” Salazar tapped his temple lightly with his finger. “If you want to learn it, then find a way to get my pet!”

"Regarding what happened here, if anyone asks later... I can reveal all the information except my name... Go! You should go back!"

As Salazar finished speaking, magical energy rippled across the wall behind Vizette, and an enormous mirror appeared there.

“Okay, I’ll do my best!” Vizette waved goodbye. “Goodbye, Headmaster of Slytherin!”

Before he finished speaking, the statue had already returned to the color of granite, as if the Slytherin Headmaster who taught and imparted knowledge had never appeared.

He looked at the notebook in his hand, and only when he saw the handwriting did he feel relieved, confirming that everything that had just happened was real.

"It's time to go back... I imagine Headmaster Dumbledore and the professors... are worried about me!"

Vizette put the notes into the inner pocket of her robe before stepping into the tall mirror and returning to the principal's office.

The principal's office was filled with the warm glow of candlelight, and he realized that he had been in the mirror world for so long, and that it was once again a familiar night.

However, after a fierce battle and brainstorming session, he didn't feel tired at all. In fact, he felt... energetic and could easily review his notes a few more times.

“Vizette!” Dumbledore strode forward, looked her up and down, and then examined her several times with his wand before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Looks like you're alright! You... got to another place through the mirror? What happened?"

He kept asking questions with concern, but accidentally looked directly at the Mirror of Erised...

As if he had witnessed something unusual, Dumbledore trembled, his expression turning extremely sorrowful, yet mixed with a hint of longing.

He blinked a few times quickly and continued leading Vizet to his seat.

Vizette noticed Dumbledore's reddened eyes and asked in a more tactful way, "Headmaster Dumbledore, are you alright? Are you too tired? Perhaps I can bother you again tomorrow?"

"You're definitely a bit too tired. Eating some candy will make you feel much better." Dumbledore nodded gently, his voice hoarse yet soft...

Chapter 126 Quirrell and the Philosopher's Stone

Dumbledore opened a lemon shabu-shabu and put it in his mouth, chewing it slowly.

His voice was somewhat muffled as a result, as if he wanted to chew over the complex emotions contained within it in this way, "Vizet, do you know the name of this mirror?"

“The Mirror of Eris?” Vizet replied, having just learned the mirror’s name from Salazar.

“It seems quite a few interesting things have happened on the other side of the mirror,” Dumbledore said without the slightest surprise. “Let me start by telling you about the Mirror of Erised!”

"It's a magic mirror. It doesn't show a reflection, but it shines into your heart... reflecting your deepest desires. It's incredibly magical..."

“The deepest desire in my heart?” Vizette murmured, recalling the three images he saw in the mirror, none of which seemed to be his inner desire.

“Vizet, you seem to have doubts about this? What did you see in it?”

"I saw chaos and purity, and myself reading a book, with many, many books behind me, like... an ocean of knowledge?"

"Chaos, flawlessness, and reading? It seems your thirst for knowledge is enough for the Mirror of Eris to reflect it..."

Vizet gestured with his lips, wanting to ask Dumbledore what he had seen.

However, when he thought of those reddened eyes and that strange look in his eyes, a mixture of sadness and longing, he gave up the idea.

Dumbledore coughed lightly, interlacing his fingers in front of him. "That mirror can not only reflect one's inner desires, but also serve as a passage."

"It's like how I quickly arrived at that basement through the Mirror of Eris. At the same time... it also has intricate connections with the Guardians."

Vizette looked at Dumbledore with a slightly surprised expression.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and asked calmly, "Oh? It seems... you don't know much about your identity as the 'Guardian'?"

“I only learned that I was the new Guardian after entering the Mirror World,” Vizet nodded in response. “Headmaster Dumbledore, do you know anything about the ‘Guardians’?”

Before Salazar Slytherin revealed her identity, Vizette's knowledge of the Guardians was limited to the "Guardian Meditation Method".

He originally thought it was just the name of a meditation method, but he didn't expect the answer to be right there in the riddle.

It was a case of being blind to one's own shortcomings, something he hadn't considered.