Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Vizet waited until late at night before Voldemort's message finally arrived.

It was a piece of purple cloth. Even though it was still some distance from the windowsill, Vizet could still smell a garlic smell.

"Come here!"

He waved his wand to cast a summoning spell, and the cloth spread in the air, and a piece of paper fell out of it.

Vizet changed the object of the summoning spell, took the paper in his hand, and saw the extremely distorted handwriting on it: Come to the corridor on the fourth floor!

He let out a long breath and made sure that everything in his backpack was complete, parchment strips, parchment, frog-shaped chocolates...

After checking the pendant box on his chest, he quietly left the lounge.

"Quack!"

A toad's call made his scalp tingle.

A dark brown toad with thirteen bumps on its back. This is Neville's pet toad, Leford.

Neville's voice rang out: "You can't continue to break the school rules! I have to stop you! I've figured it out! I'm ready!"

Harry's anxious voice followed: "Think of a way!"

"Petrify all!"

Hermione's spell followed, followed by the "bang" of a body falling to the ground.

Vizet turned into another corridor, put his wand on an oil painting, and copied one of the lines on it.

The oil painting emitted a faint light, and the picture kept rotating until it turned into a wooden door.

This is the secret passage shared by Fred and George. There is a long slide inside, which can be used when you are about to be late to reach the fourth floor as quickly as possible.

Voldemort's voice rang out: "Faster than expected, my student..."

Quirrell was shrouded in a large cloak. Vizet couldn't see Quirrell's face and didn't know the specific situation.

Vizet asked calmly, "I almost fell asleep. Did something happen?"

"I know what you are thinking." Voldemort said in a brisk tone, "At least until now, Quirinus is fine except for being unconscious."

Vizet stood up straight, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

"The servant is unwilling to continue serving, so I can only trouble the student." Voldemort stretched out his voice.

Chapter 112 Passing Three Levels

Voldemort's tone was half-smile, "It's time to test the results of your study. This is your exclusive final exam... Open this door and take me to the end!"

Watching Vizet holding the wand and approaching the door step by step, Voldemort smiled.

Vizet's hands were empty, and Voldemort seemed to foresee what would happen next:

When the door opened, the three-headed dog pounced directly and bit half of Vizet's arm, and then Vizet turned into Obscurus and was gradually eroded by Obscurus...

Crack...

The door slowly opened, and the barking of dogs reached the maximum in an instant!

Voldemort pulled his cloak higher and narrowed his eyes, like an audience enjoying a play, looking forward to the next exciting scene.

"Woo woo woo..." Fluffy's head blocked the door, sticking out his tongue and making a wronged sound.

He lowered his body and tried to lick Wizette with his tongue, and sticky saliva kept dripping from his tongue.

Wizette nimbly avoided the tongue and patted one of Fluffy's heads, "Fluffy, we meet again!"

"Woof!" Fluffy seemed to be very happy, lying on the ground with his eyes closed and humming, and even fanning his drooping ears.

Voldemort took a step forward.

The next moment, the noses of the three dog heads wrinkled at the same time, grinning and looking forward, crouching and posing an attacking posture, making a rolling low roar.

"Fluffy, let us pass! We have something to do downstairs..." Wizette patted Fluffy's head again and took out an oil paper bag from his backpack.

"Woof?" Fluffy shrugged his nose, and three heads stared at the oil paper bag at the same time.

"Eat something here, we'll go down to do something..." Vizet comforted softly, tearing open the oil paper bag and feeding a roasted chicken...

Voldemort's eyes were filled with deep regret, and at the same time there was a sense of absurdity.

The dragon egg that Quirrell spent all his savings to buy actually played a role similar to a roasted chicken.

Under Vizet's guidance, Fluffy wagged his tail and came to the corner of the room, lying on the ground and staring at the roasted chicken.

Although the roasted chicken was only a tiny bit big, it ate it very cherished, constantly licking it with its tongue, but it couldn't bite it all into its mouth, just like eating a lollipop.

"We should go." Vizet pulled open the trap door and reached down with his wand, "Fluorescent flashing!"

In the blink of an eye, the devil's snare below was stimulated by the strong light and quickly curled up in the corner, as if it was withered.

"Devil's Snare... How are you going to get down?" Voldemort asked with interest, "The environment below is great, very suitable for the growth of Devil's Snare."

"Once your magic lighting spell disappears, they will come back again... If you maintain the magic lighting spell, there is no cushion on the ground for you to land..."

"Wizard, of course you have to use magic. Knox!" Vizet removed the magic lighting spell and took out a piece of parchment from his backpack.

He put the parchment on the ground, folded it again and again, and then gently tapped it with his wand, "Change it in a good way!"

The parchment extended all the way down along the entrance and turned into a sturdy wooden staircase.

"Lumoshine!" Vizet lit up the wand again and walked down the stairs, feeling leisurely.

Voldemort walked behind, with a smile in his tone, "If possible, I will give you an 'E' here."

"Good? Not bad." Vizet responded casually.

Voldemort explained, "It's mainly to make you not be proud. Are you interested in leaving Hogwarts with me? You still have a chance..."

Vizet interrupted Voldemort and asked, "Does Professor Quirrell still have a chance?"

"Hehe..."

The two fell into silence.

Such silence was what Vizet was happy to see. He went to the corner and picked up a few Devil's Snares, stuffed them all into an oil paper bag, and took them to the next room.

The room was brightly lit. Even if the magic lighting spell was dispelled, the Devil's Snares could only curl up in the corner and tremble.

The door at the end of the room was locked, and countless keys were flying above the dome. These keys had wings and looked as flexible as birds. At first glance, they were the work of Professor Flitwick.

Vizet looked around and saw the flying broom hanging on the wall.

Voldemort opened the conversation: "Flying broom... I heard from Quirinus that this is your strong point. Are you going to perform a flying show?"

"I don't have such plans." Vizet picked up the oil paper bag and walked towards the locked door.

If it were an ordinary person, when seeing the secret room, the flying key and the flying broom, he would naturally think of a way - riding on the flying broom to grab the key.

But in addition to learning to build the soul maze, Vizet also heard a lot of interesting theories from Aberforth.

For example: wizards should not be entangled in the process, but should consider the results. The uniqueness of wizards lies in being able to reach the results directly through magic, so where are the rules? They are all meant to be broken...

These words were murmured by Aberforth after he got drunk, so the credibility is not very high.

However, Vizet still recorded it and tried to understand this sentence, and at the same time understand the wizards more deeply...

Voldemort saw Vizet's action and couldn't help asking: "What are you going to do? The unlocking spell can't open this door."

Vizet asked back: "Excuse me... If it were you, how would you open this door?"

"You seem to have forgotten your name?"

"Uh... Professor, what would you do?"

"I can blow this place up at will. If I master the Confusion Spell, I can also confuse those keys..."

"You... Professor is right. There are many ways for wizards to get through here." Vizet concluded, "So I thought of a more labor-saving method..."

He grabbed another piece of parchment from his backpack and stuffed it into the keyhole.

"Change well!"

The parchment turned into a piece of wax that was constantly melting. Under Vizet's control, it continued to extend inward until it filled the entire keyhole and hardened again.

After a while, the warm and white candle key was completed.

Click!

Vizet gently twisted the handle of the wax key and turned the doorknob easily, "Magic... is really magical!"

Voldemort looked at Vizet's back and couldn't help but sighed: "You are really magical too!"

As a first-year student, Vizet's application of Transfiguration Magic is undoubtedly at the leading level, and he can use it in life.

Not only that, he also has a unique understanding, which is what Voldemort cares about most;

It shows that Vizet is not bound by past experiences and is on the right path.

Voldemort's voice became a little hoarse, "Why did you enter Ravenclaw? Obviously you are more suitable for Slytherin."

"Am I suitable?" Vizet walked into the next room, "If I enter Slytherin College, I guess I will be targeted by many people."

Voldemort was a little surprised, "Oh?"