Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

After the almost headless Nico left, a house elf appeared, "Dear Principal Dumbledore! We searched those abandoned classrooms and found no suspicious figures!"

"Have you already left?" Dumbledore groaned and nodded to the house elf, "Thank you for your hard work, you should have a good rest!"

"Oh! Dear Principal Dumbledore, please don't say that!" the house elf said excitedly, "Will you prepare a pot of strong tea and a plate of snacks tonight as usual?"

"Well..." Dumbledore shook his head, nodded again and sighed, "Put it in the principal's office for me now!"

The prefects also counted the number of people and began to report one by one.

Penelo Crevat arrived last, with anxiety and worry in his tone, "Principal Dumbledore, Wizette is not in the auditorium! Could he..."

"Miss Crevat, Wizette is safe now." Dumbledore comforted him gently, "He left the castle for something, and we all know about it."

He thought for a moment and then added: "It's not a big deal. I hope you can help him keep the secret."

"As long as nothing happens!" Penello breathed a sigh of relief, "Principal Dumbledore, I will keep it a secret."

"Miss Crivat, please inform the other prefects," Dumbledore said. "Tell the students that the candles will go out in ten minutes and it will be time to rest."

"Weizet...this reminds me..." Dumbledore fumbled in his pocket and took out a bookmark.

A quill appeared out of thin air, held in his hand, and slowly wrote a line of words: [Weizet, I remember you have a map...]

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When night falls, there is no need to return to the lounge in Hogsmeade, the whole village is still immersed in joy.

Wizette appeared at the back door of the Hog's Head and followed the back door to find Aberforth Dumbledore.

"Ouch!" Aberforth was overjoyed, "Why did you come here?"

Weizet lowered his voice and imitated Aberforth's words, "Come and have a drink with me during the holidays. I will like it more..."

"You kid!" Aberforth laughed cheerfully, "Don't be so rigid, wouldn't that be nice!"

He cleaned a glass and poured a glass of pomegranate juice for Vizette, "But I think... it won't be that simple."

"According to your personality, you should stay in the lounge at this time, either reading a book like a brick, or doing other things..."

"I plan to participate in that..." Wizette pointed forward, where there were also posters for the All-British Wizarding Duel Competition.

This poster is relatively simple. Although the content is similar, it does not have those magical effects, let alone the fire paint door key. It is a very simple poster.

"Practice is a good thing!" Aberforth clinked glasses with Weizet, "I heard some drunkards say before..."

"The initial screening test for this competition... seems to have some hidden content. I think it should be quite suitable for you!"

"Hidden content?" Weizet drank half a glass of pomegranate juice. "Is it... to increase the difficulty of the test to gain some kind of advantage?"

"You guessed it right!" Aberforth gave a thumbs up. "In the final analysis, we still need to increase the suspense. A duel between equally matched opponents seems to be exciting enough, don't you think?"

Wizer nodded, "Of course!"

"This is the hidden content..." Aberforth explained, "During the initial screening assessment, you can apply to the organizer to increase the difficulty."

"If you can pass the double-difficulty assessment, you can enter the next round of competition. It's Halloween... one month of registration time..."

He calculated the time and finally shook his head, "In short! At least after the Christmas vacation, you should not need to participate in the competition."

"That's good!" Weizet said in surprise, "It won't be interrupted by the game... I can have a complete Christmas vacation. Aberforth, thank you for telling me this!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Aberforth cursed, "If you don't come over today, then won't I be able to tell you nothing?"

"Two more drinks..." Weizet raised the cup knowingly, with a hint of joking in his tone, "Then I'll do it, you can do whatever you want."

"You kid! Have you used up the pomegranate juice?" Aberforth cursed again, but he also picked up the cup and drank the wine in one gulp.

"There's no need to drink two more drinks. Just pass that Shi Laozi's exam as soon as possible and come back and tell me the good news!"

Chapter 187 Anonymous Mask

Wizette held the wand in his hand, unfolded the poster for the All-British Wizarding Duel Competition, and pressed the paint on it that turned red.

The moment he held down the fire paint, he immediately felt a pulling force in front of him, and his eyes blurred, as if someone was grabbing his navel and pulling him somewhere.

The experience of using the portkey was not that good. After a brief feeling of oppression, Vizette landed on his feet and appeared in front of a dilapidated castle.

The size of the castle is naturally not comparable to that of Hogwarts, and the walls are already mottled and cracked, making a strange "wow" sound with the cold wind;

The tower on the top of the castle has collapsed, turning into scattered stones around it, shrouded in thick layers of dead branches and leaves.

The wooden door had long since decayed and disappeared, with only rusty iron sheets connected to the hinges, hanging on the door frame. Occasionally, when the wind blew, it would make a "squeaking" sound, which made people's scalps numb.

When Vizette entered the castle, he could feel that magic was cast around him, most likely magic such as expelling Muggle spells to avoid some unexpected things.

The bricks and stones of the wall were full of moss and vines. These plants grew very well, and seemed to be trying their best to devour the entire castle.

In the square in the center of the castle, there stood a tall human-shaped statue, with thick stone pillars on both sides of the statue.

The statue depicted a tall wizard. Whether it was the details of the wizard's robe or the pointed hat, they were very well done, with a lifelike feeling;

The sleeves of the wizard statue's arms were much longer, indicating that the statue was also a bit old, perhaps existing in the same era as the castle.

As Vizette approached the wizard statue, two flames appeared on the stone pillars on both sides of the statue. The flames grew rapidly and soon turned into a blazing flame, illuminating a large area around it.

Similar to the gargoyle statue in the principal's office, the wizard statue slowly moved, and the arms that were originally on the shoulders stretched forward, making a gesture like a hug.

The wizard statue straightened its body and opened its arms, as if welcoming Vizette's arrival.

Vizette looked at the base of the statue, and the drooping sleeves appeared on both sides of the base, with a faint light emanating from them.

There was a slight pulling feeling at the fingertips, and Vizette loosened his fingers, and the poster of the All-British Wizard Duel Tournament fluttered, like a fallen leaf slowly sinking into the water, sinking into the rippling statue base.

Obviously, this ruined castle is similar to King's Cross Station. You only need to pass through the base of the statue to enter the registration and assessment location.

He was like the poster, his figure submerged in the statue base;

After he completely disappeared, the wizard statue returned to its original posture, with his hands crossed on his shoulders again.

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After a brief period of darkness, Vizet appeared in a reception room;

The reception room was decorated exquisitely, with tapestries and armchairs, and there was a fireplace on the right, keeping the entire reception room warm.

"Mr. Vizet Lovegood?" A reception witch came forward, holding the wax-covered poster in her hand, "Welcome!"

She led Vizet to a mahogany table, took out two registration forms and said, "Mr. Lovegood, you can choose the registration form freely."

Vizet looked at the two registration forms and found that one of them had obvious traces of magic, and the other was an ordinary registration form.

Flitwick actually explained to him some precautions about the registration process, such as the differences in registration forms and registration fees, before he set off.

The reception witch continued, "This registration form contains a magic contract, which is provided by the Ministry of Magic. It will try to ensure that your information will not be leaked during the competition."

"That is to say, after filling in the real information, you can choose to fill in a nickname or a pseudonym to participate in the "All-British Wizard Duel Competition" anonymously..."

She continued to explain it in detail, "We are not only to protect your privacy, but also to ensure your safety. Anonymity can effectively avoid some accidents..."

"Anonymous participation can also reduce your psychological burden, reduce various external pressures that may come, and focus on showing your magic talent..."

"In addition In addition, the anonymous method is also to ensure that all contestants can duel in a fair environment as much as possible, and to encourage more wizards to participate in the competition. "

Weizet nodded, "It is indeed a good arrangement."

"Thank you for your approval!" The reception witch said with a smile, picking up another registration form, "Of course, you can choose not to be anonymous..."

"But you need to bear the risks yourself, all the above protections will no longer exist. Once you leave the competition site, no matter what accidents you encounter, it has nothing to do with us..."

She listed a number of possible accidents, looked at Weizet's young face, bent down slightly to pick up a suitcase, and made a final explanation while opening the suitcase.

"I believe you also realize that if it is only the protection of the anonymous registration form, it is obviously far from enough... So we have prepared it thoughtfully..."

Vizet took out five silver Sickles from his pocket, "Madam, I only need the anonymous registration form."

"Anonymous mask! It can hide your face very well, and it only takes ten..." The reception witch was stunned when she heard what Vizet said, "What did you just say?"

Vizet put the silver Sickle on the table, "Madam, I only need the anonymous registration form, thank you for your thoughtful protection."

Regarding the anonymous mask, Flitwick also talked about his experience in participating in the competition;

At that time, he listened to the words of the reception wizard and spent ten galleons to buy a mask;

After becoming the duel champion of that session, he has been keeping the mask, and occasionally took it out to show it when talking about the competition with friends;

Until a friend who is good at alchemy told him that the principle of the anonymous mask is actually very simple, basically equivalent to a "peephole" worn on the face;

Before going on stage, if someone wants to explore the other person's true appearance, the mask will sound an alarm, thereby achieving the purpose of "preventing peeping";

The reason why the "Looking Glass" anonymous mask does not make any sound after entering the duel venue is because there is magic around the venue that interferes with the Looking Glass.

In contrast, the magical contract provided by the Ministry of Magic is more practical than the so-called anonymous mask.

"Actually, I have been reminded by Professor Flitwick..." Wizette took out a mask from his pocket, "I have prepared a mask."

"Professor Flitwick..." The receptionist witch opened her mouth, shrugged helplessly, and placed the anonymous registration form on the table, "Then please fill in the information!"

Chapter 188 The Dark Mark sensed?

While Weizet was filling in the information, the receptionist witch was still promoting them, claiming how stable their anonymous masks were and how exquisite their styles were.

In response, Weizet politely refused until the information was completed. When considering a pseudonym, he just casually wrote the name "North" in the corresponding column.

He took out his own mask from his pocket, which was a silver mask he made based on "Elementary Magic Blacksmithing Technique";