Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

The note was split in half, like a flying seagull rushing into the bloody child's chest.

The child picked up the note, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly waved his wand and swept out a blast of wind, hitting the young face directly into the sky!

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Hogwarts Castle disappeared quickly, and the green plants on the lawn continued to grow and expand, turning into a black forest in the blink of an eye.

He was still the bloody child, kneeling in front of a snake, murmuring weak and inaudible words.

Still the extremely handsome young face, he kept nodding his head, "Yes! That's right! I will help you get everything! Open up everything you have..."

Weizet opened his palm again, and a wand appeared in his hand. It was the wand belonging to Professor Quirrell.

He threw the wand violently, and the bloody child stretched out his hand to grab it, a different look flashed in his eyes, "Voldemort! I will not succumb to you! Thousands of bullets fired!"

After that, he waved the magic wand in his hand and transformed into a series of firebirds, igniting the young face and the black forest.

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The appearance of the young face began to change, sometimes turning into the appearance of Vizette, sometimes turning back into the snake face belonging to Voldemort.

Voldemort kept retreating, gradually losing his human form, turning into a black and gold mist, and returned to the maze of souls.

The bright, flawless white light mixed with gold kept changing, taking the form of Vizette, "Voldemort! It's time to make a break!"

As a witness, he watched Voldemort play with Quirrell's memory, digging out the most painful parts of the memory to speed up the devouring process.

Facing all of this, Wizette felt unspeakable anger. He didn't want to say anything more to Voldemort. There was only one thing he wanted to do: completely eliminate Voldemort!

As if responding to what he was thinking, the "Wizard's Practical Guide" suddenly appeared. The pages flipped back and forth, and countless ancient magical powers spilled out and attached to the maze.

The entire labyrinth was blessed by ancient magical power and trembled violently, as if it had been enlightened and could respond to Wizette's thoughts.

The trembling maze began to collapse, but then began to pile up and reshape again, turning into a shining golden armor.

The goddess statue in the center of the maze seemed to come alive. She absorbed the golden light from Vizette, the bottle of golden light from the Christmas gift.

The statue of the goddess gently lifted the moon in her hand, and the moon flew up and turned into a breast mirror in the center of the armor.

Vizette sensed the call from the armor and fell directly into the heart mirror.

The entire armor was wrapped and filled with silver-blue light, turning into a huge armored giant, and issued a voice belonging to Wizette: "Voldemort! Let's settle it!"

Before Voldemort could make any response, the armored giant had already taken action, making a rumbling sound like thunder, and punched Voldemort's body.

Voldemort was like molten iron on an iron felt, gold and black sparks flying, and his size was shrinking.

He could still make some noise at first, but as the black mist became smaller and smaller, the sound became weaker and weaker...

The light containing Dumbledore's will arrived last, and he looked at everything in front of him in surprise.

Watching the armored giant wave his fist, bright silver-blue light continuously burst out, wiping out Voldemort bit by bit.

Dumbledore's eyes flickered and he murmured: "Ancient magical power... It turns out that Wizette is the guardian of this term! No wonder he can master the Magic Eye! No wonder his talent is so amazing!"

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Accompanied by a phoenix cry that made his soul happy, Vizette slowly opened his eyes.

He was indeed very happy now. The feeling of wiping out Voldemort with one punch made him feel a little bit excited.

In the process of destroying Voldemort, he absorbed a few bits of knowledge.

This knowledge is extremely crucial to Voldemort's understanding of soul and body.

Even if Weizet still cannot master this knowledge, he can still store it and slowly understand it.

After solving the crisis of Voldemort, he had much more time and could live and study in an orderly manner.

After thinking about this, Weizet got out of the "above" state, quickly helped Quirrell, who was struggling to get up, and asked with concern: "Professor Quirrell, are you okay?"

Chapter 118 Dumbledore’s Armor

Quirrell's face was very rosy, as if he had gone outside to bask in the sun for a while after eating and drinking.

His eyes were slightly dazed, as if he hadn't gotten over what he had just experienced, "I was really in a confrontation just now..."

He shuddered, but continued in a firm tone: "I just took action against Voldemort! I defeated Voldemort! I actually did it!"

Quirrell finally came to his senses now, smiling like a child getting candy, and two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"I...I'm free! Vizette! I'm free! I don't have to listen to Voldemort telling me how to harm you anymore! I can be myself! All this is with your help! Vizette!"

Wizette shook his head, "I didn't do anything. It was all because of yourself, Professor Quirrell. It was your persistence that defeated Voldemort!"

"Is that so?" Quirrell looked at his chest, looking at the red stone in trance.

"It's true. Choice is much more important than ability!" Dumbledore affirmed. "It was your perseverance after hard work that saved yourself. Quirrell, you did your best!"

Quirrell opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his eyes rolled back and his body went limp and passed out.

Weizet wanted to go over and help him, but he didn't expect his knees to weaken. He felt a sense of emptiness after a fever, which stopped his movements.

His head was also empty, and even his breathing felt like a continuous echo. It seemed that his head had become an empty room, and any sound would echo in it.

An armchair and a soft bed appeared out of thin air, just in time to catch Wizette and Quirrell.

Weizet asked with some concern: "Principal Dumbledore, Professor Quirrell...should everything be fine?"

"Of course it's okay." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "It's normal to use power beyond the scope of understanding, even with the help of the Sorcerer's Stone, to cause some minor problems."

"The power beyond the scope of understanding... does it refer to that light?" Weizet closed his eyes and recalled everything that had happened before.

He asked tentatively, "Professor Quirrell doesn't understand the soul, but frees the soul from its bondage?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, even if you can't understand the soul, you can still try to understand the deeper meaning through surface phenomena. This is good!"

"And your magical magic also achieves similar effects... Wizette, you always surprise me, it's really rare!"

He looked around and saw the deep pit in the corner, and greeted Fox in the sky: "This place doesn't seem very suitable for chatting. Why don't we change places?"

Weizet guessed: "Go back to the principal's office?"

Dumbledore looked at the unconscious Harry and Quirrell and waved his hand gently, "We may have to go to the school hospital first. We have to ask Madam Pomfrey to take care of these two injured people."

"As for what happened tonight, if anyone asks, just say that a dark wizard broke into Hogwarts and was discovered by you. I will also communicate with Harry accordingly."

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"Principal Dumbledore! You actually brought three patients this time!"

In the deserted campus hospital, Madam Pomfrey, who had originally planned to enjoy her summer vacation, said with an extremely stern voice, her eyebrows almost upturned into her hair.

"And the symptoms are so... similar! Merlin's little medicine box! Principal Dumbledore! Can't you save me some trouble?"

Facing Madam Pomfrey's questioning, Dumbledore smiled, seeming to enjoy the scolding.

He waited until Madam Pomfrey put her hands on her hips and pursed her lips with a stern expression before speaking: "Poppy, I'm sorry..."

After that, he stretched out his hand and pulled apart his index finger and thumb, "There was just a little accident, just a little bit... very small... you saw it too."

"Okay! Okay! It's like this every time!" Madam Pomfrey sighed and began to ramble again, "It's like this every time!"

"Fortunately, Professor Snape has sent the potion in advance. Principal Dumbledore, please help them settle down, and I'll prepare the potion!"

"Happy to oblige!" Dumbledore was still smiling and waved his wand to conjure two armors out of thin air.

Vizette's eyes suddenly widened, and the two armors gave him a familiar feeling.

It is similar in style to the armor that destroyed Voldemort, but it lacks the infiltration of ancient magical power and a somewhat primitive and profound feeling.

"Do you feel familiar?" Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, commanded the armor to move, and carried Harry and Quirrell to the bed.

Vizette nodded slightly and opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.

"If you don't want to say it, then there's no need to say it." Dumbledore's voice was very soft, and he quietly opened a lemon sorbet, "Everyone has his own secret, right?"

Just as Wizette was about to answer, he was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey.

She snatched the candy from Dumbledore's hand and said seriously: "Can you be a little more restrained? At least don't do this with me!"

"Okay!" Dumbledore backed away slowly, winking at Wizette before leaving, "Have a good rest."

"Okay, it's you again, Wizette!" Madam Pomfrey turned around and looked over, frowning slightly, showing an angry expression, "And it's still the same old problem!"

She sighed again, shook her head and said, "That's it! That's all! At least you persisted until the end, which can be considered a big improvement."

"It's time to lie down on the bed and drink the medicine! Here...this is specially prepared for you by Professor Snape. He asked you to drink it quickly and stop thinking nonsense."

"Okay!" Weizet took off his backpack, climbed onto a bed obediently, and picked up the soul soothing agent on the table.

Madam Pomfrey was giving medicine to Harry and Quirrell.

After drinking the potion, both of them showed extremely similar distorted expressions. It seemed that what they drank was not a soul soothing potion, but some extremely bitter concentrated liquid.

The two unconscious people even hummed because of this, as if they were having some kind of nightmare.

Weizet lowered his head with a strange look on his face, glanced at the silver mist of the potion, and carefully took a sip.

There is indeed no taste, but the texture in the mouth is thicker and the fragrance of lavender is more obvious.

He drank the entire potion in two sips. This time the effect of the medicine took effect very quickly. The moment he put down the measuring cup, a heavy sleepiness swept over him...

Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office and was stunned when he saw the Mirror of Erised. However, he did not cover it with a white cloth. Instead, he carefully walked around the mirror and sat down.

He tapped the table to produce a set of tea sets, brewed black tea, and peeled open a bag of cockroaches, chewing them happily.