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

The two looked around the dilapidated streets and, following a wall covered in graffiti, found a run-down red telephone booth.

It looked like an abandoned phone booth, with several pieces of glass smashed and even the receiver hanging to the ground.

A street riddled with potholes, a seemingly abandoned phone booth, the inside of which had also been vandalized;

No matter how you look at it, most people wouldn't go in here; it's a very clever way of hiding things.

“It’s really…unique.” Vizette opened the door of the phone booth; the dial was an old-fashioned rotary dial.

He picked up the receiver and started dialing, "6...2...442!"

If you press this string of numbers using a nine-key input method, you will get the word "MAGIC".

The dilapidated telephone booth, coupled with the unique way of entering, greatly diminished Wizette's disappointment.

As the dialer clicked to reset, a cold female voice suddenly rang out, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name, occupation, and the business you wish to conduct."

Luna squeezed into the phone booth as well, and Vizette tentatively said, "Vizette Lovegood, Luna Lovegood, professional student, applying for a wizard passport to travel to another country."

"Thank you," the cold female voice replied immediately. "Please take the badge and pin it in a conspicuous place to avoid unnecessary trouble. Thank you for your cooperation."

With a long, thumping sound, two gleaming silver badges slid out from where the coin slot should have been.

The badge contained the key words: Vizette Lovegood (Luna Lovegood), apply for a wizard passport.

After the cold female voice gave a few more instructions, the floor of the phone booth suddenly shook, slowly sinking the two of them into the ground.

Having rarely visited the Ministry of Magic, Vizette used her Magic Eye to pace back and forth a few times, collecting the ancient magical power from the phone booth.

"It feels similar to a Muggle elevator," Luna's voice rang out.

Even in the darkness, Vizette could sense Luna opening her clear eyes wide, curiously looking around.

Riding in a phone booth does feel a lot like riding an elevator, and there's even a similar friction noise.

About a minute later, a flash of golden light appeared in the phone booth and shone on the feet of the two people.

It then gradually lengthened and widened, sweeping back and forth across the two people before finally stopping at the badge and then suddenly disappearing.

The cold female voice appeared again, "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. I hope you have a pleasant day."

The door to the phone booth suddenly popped open, revealing a vast and spacious hall before them.

Underfoot is a neatly arranged, glossy black wooden floor, and above your head is a perfectly fitted peacock blue ceiling.

Countless glittering golden symbols moved around inside the ceiling, like constantly shifting stars.

The Ministry of Magic's main hall was predominantly dark, and despite the ubiquitous light, it still gave Vizette a cold and solemn feeling.

Luna tilted her head slightly, curiously examining the ceiling, and said in a light, dreamlike voice, "Those patterns are so beautiful, like nebulae swirling in the night sky."

"Perhaps a star is sleeping, and its sleep-talking has turned into these patterns. The Ministry of Magic has captured the sleep-talking... There might be some secrets hidden inside!"

Vizette listened intently, drawing parallels to the centaurs of the past, "just as we use astronomy to observe the movements of celestial bodies and thus uncover hidden omens."

"It could also be an interesting story."

"That must be a fairy tale to be so golden."

……

As Vizette walked and talked, she also collected ancient magical energy from the surrounding area.

He used his knowledge of astronomy to gesture at the golden symbols, connecting them to form various constellations.

As Luna listened to Vizet's analogy, her eyes seemed to shine brighter than the symbols on the ceiling.

The two quickly arrived at the center of the hall, where there was a fountain.

A gilded statue floats in the middle of the fountain, depicting a graceful wizard raising his wand to the sky.

There are four other statues around: a beautiful witch statue, a centaur statue with its hooves raised, and two somewhat similar goblin statues.

The goblin and centaur statues shared the same expression and demeanor, both bowing and looking at the two wizard statues with expressions of reverence.

“Fairies and centaurs wouldn’t show that kind of expression,” Luna sighed softly. “They are proud creatures.”

Vizette recalled the centaurs she encountered in the Forbidden Forest and the goblins she met in Gringotts, and nodded in agreement.

“I think… if Bane saw these statues, he would probably run at them and smash them to pieces.”

Luna smiled, her laughter melodious. "That must be a centaur's name; fairy names are usually more interesting..."

The two quickly found a counter with a sign that read "Security Checkpoint".

This was a cold female voice instructing them to undergo a security check before officially processing their business.

They were greeted by a male wizard who rested his chin on his hand, looked down at a newspaper, and had a bored expression on his face.

Noticing someone approaching, he looked up, his gaze sweeping over the badge.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic!” he said listlessly, taking out a short, antenna-like stick and circling the two of them.

After confirming everything was correct, he yawned. "The wand needs to be checked too."

The device used to detect the wand was peculiar; it resembled a strong signal receiver with several dish-shaped antennas on it.

After a series of vibrations, the instrument ejected a strip of parchment.

"Dragon Heartstring, thirteen inches, used for one year; Unicorn Tail Hair, ten and a half inches, used for... brand new?"

Chapter 7: Looking Back and Looking Forward

The wizard rubbed his eyes, as if he had just woken up.

He looked the two of them up and down, and asked uncertainly, "Just the two of you?"

“The parents are already in line.” Vizet shook his head. “Is there a problem?”

"He's really quite trusting!" The wizard shrugged, his tone becoming much friendlier. "Getting a wizard's passport... planning to go traveling?"

“Just follow that road…” he pointed and said, “Take those golden, checkered elevators. The International Department of Magical Cooperation is on the fifth floor.”

"Thank you."

The two navigated through the slightly crowded flow of people and found an elevator that had just arrived.

They had just stepped into the elevator when others who also spotted it immediately rushed in as well.

The originally spacious elevator became crowded as people poured in, and the two could only stand side by side in the corner.

Vizette pushed outwards as much as possible to give Luna enough space.

Nevertheless, their arms inevitably touched.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long. As the elevator stopped, some people rushed out of the area, and the space finally became spacious.

Once the elevator was empty, Vizette moved to Luna's side, let out a long sigh, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Phew!" Luna exhaled softly, her fair face now a beautiful cherry blossom pink.

"Maybe it's still too crowded. Did you feel suffocated?" Wizette said in a low voice with concern. "Next time, come with Mr. Lovegood. With him standing in front, things should be better."

("Achoo!" Xenophiulius, who was still in line, suddenly sneezed.)

(He looked around suspiciously, muttering to himself, "Could that old gummy bear have poisoned the Ministry of Magic directly? That's outrageous! I have to write this down!")

……

"No, I'm fine, it's not crowded at all," Luna gently shook her head.

She caught a faint scent of lavender, a tranquil and delicate fragrance that reminded her of the warm winter sun and gentle breeze.

That involuntary blush was simply proof that she was enjoying the warmth of the sun.

"The fifth floor houses the International Magical Cooperation Division, which includes the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, the UK branch of the International Wizarding Federation, and the International Wizarding Tourism Office..."

Accompanied by a cold female voice introducing them, Vizette and Luna stepped out of the elevator.

A whooshing sound came from above as several paper airplanes flew over their heads and headed toward an open door.

The magic of magic lies in its sudden, unexpected effect.

Even a small door can lead to a hidden world, just like our destination – the International Wizarding Tourism Office.

Although it's called an office, it's actually a bright hall with paper airplanes hovering on the ceiling and a dozen wizards sitting in a row on soft chairs.

Luna waved ahead; she had already spotted Xenophirus.

Xenophilius took Luna's hand and looked her up and down. "You haven't run into any trouble, have you?"

“Let me show you my wand.” Luna’s voice was full of joy. “It’s beautiful, just like a unicorn’s horn.”

Xenophilius exclaimed repeatedly, "Of course! Just as beautiful as my baby!"

“Vizet helped me choose it.”

"You also have contact with... Mr. Ollivander?"

Vizette nodded. "He took good care of me and shared a lot of his experiences with me."

"Insights?" Xenophilius hesitated, "Insights in what area? Could it be... that he intends to mentor you?"

Vizette said in a low voice, "It's just a plan, I said I'd consider it after I graduate."

"Hiss..." Xenophilius gasped, scrutinizing Vizet closely. "How many more surprises... do you have that I don't know about?"