Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world

Chapter 3 Letter from Hogwarts
On the fifth floor, after dealing with his emotional mother and brothers and sisters, Vaughn returned to his single room and looked at the system panel in front of him, lost in thought.

This was the first time he had seen a "mission" since awakening the system.

Moreover, the mission does not seem to care whether he succeeds or fails. There is no penalty, only rewards for success.

But it was precisely that reward that caught his eye.

"Talent points..."

Ever since he maxed out his "Potions" talent in the "Newbie Gift Pack" and experienced how easy and magical it was to learn and brew potions with 10 points of talent, Vaughn has been looking forward to new ways to improve his talent.

What's more, there is a magic scale!
As the name suggests, the magic scale refers to the total amount and intensity of magic power in the wizard's body. The larger the magic scale, the more powerful the spells he casts, and the more times he can release spells.

However, the magic scale cannot be simply understood as a blue bar or magic power, because casting spells also consumes emotions, and the power of spells is related to the proficiency of spells.

There are still 2 months left until the mission is completed.

Vaughn stopped paying attention and closed the system panel.

He looked at the letter from Hogwarts that he had opened. On the first page, written in a dignified handwriting, was the following:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First-Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)
Dear Mr. Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 9st, and we will wait for your reply by owl by July 1st.

Vice Principal (Female)
Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.

He bent over the table to write the reply letter and sent it to Hogwarts via the Weasley family's new owl - poor old Errol, it was too old and almost fell into the pond when it was delivering the potion brewed by Vaughan a few years ago.

So after Vaughan made some money, he let it retire and enjoy its old age, and now it lives in the garden.

That was also the first time Arthur and Molly accepted money from Vaughn.

Errol's old age left them powerless and unable to even think of a reason to refuse.

The money they spent on the subsequent renovations was also used to renovate the entire house, and their daily life depended entirely on Arthur's salary - they didn't want their children to have conflicts over money.

Thinking of money, Vaughn turned to the second page of the letter and looked at the densely packed list of books and equipment. He couldn't help shaking his head.

"Looks like Ron's going to have to pick up Bill and Charlie's leftovers again. I hope that guy stops crying!"

In reality, Ron was much "tougher" than Vaughn had imagined.

When Vaughn finished delivering the letter and walked out of the room, Ron was on the fourth floor where he lived, pacing back and forth with his head held high, clutching the crumpled Hogwarts admission letter.

Percy patted his shoulder and shouted encouragement, "Ron, I knew you would be accepted into Hogwarts!"

Ron held his head a little higher.

Vaughn rolled his eyes upstairs. Yesterday, when he passed by the kitchen, he heard Percy secretly discussing with his mother whether to forge one to appease Ron if he didn't receive the notice.

"To celebrate your upcoming entry into Hogwarts, how about I give you Scabbers?"

Ron was overwhelmed by the sudden "happiness".

He watched in bewilderment as Percy pulled a mouse from his pocket, stuffed it into his arms, and then hurried away.

While leaning on the railing and watching this amusing scene, Vaughn heard two footsteps tiptoeing towards him.

Needless to say, the only people in the family who would be so furtive were Fred and George.

Sure enough, the next moment the twins came up to him, imitated him, leaned over the railing and looked down, whispering in a loud voice: "I bet Percy has wanted to get rid of Scabbers for a long time."

"That's right, George. Scabbers is old and ugly. He might die any day now."

"Poor Ron, he must have thought Percy was reluctant to give him up!"

"Yeah, George, why would such a stupid guy be our brother?"

"I can't understand it either, Fred. Maybe all of Ron's brains were given to our other brother?"

The twins laughed and sang in unison, which made Ron downstairs so angry that he took out the mouse in his arms and wanted to throw it away but couldn't bear to do so.

In the end, he sulked and hid in his room.

After watching the show, Vaughn smiled at the twins who were trying to flatter him in a roundabout way and said, "Tell me, what do you two want to do?"

The twins looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Go ahead, George."

"You said you're the older brother." "Oh—now you remember who the older brother is!"

After a few jokes, seeing that Vaughn was still smiling, knowing that they couldn't fool him, the twins had to stand on the left and right, one pinching his shoulders and the other pounding his legs, and said:
"Well - dear Vaughn, you'll be going to Hogwarts soon. You must go to Diagon Alley to buy your school supplies, right?"

"Mom said you can buy everything yourself. We knew you were rich..."

"But we didn't know you were so rich. If...if it's convenient, could you invest some more materials in us?"

"Just a little bit, our great joke shop business is just missing this!"

Vaughn laughed in his heart when he saw the twins, who had always been naughty and lawless, bending over for gold galleons.

But he also knew that Molly had not allowed them to do research for their own good, fearing that they would go astray.

So in the past few years, even though the twins secretly asked him to borrow money, he never agreed. The twins always thought that he was just making a little money, until today.

To purchase all the school books, supplies, and even pets, it would cost at least over a hundred gold Galleons.

This is a huge sum of money in the eyes of the twins!
Vaughn hummed as he enjoyed the twins' massage, "That's what you said last time when you asked me to borrow 10 Sickles."

"That was last time. Our first joke prop will be ready soon, right Fred?"

"That's right George!"

Seeing that the twins were indeed very serious and had almost finished their fun, Vaughn stroked his chin and said, "Well... I have to clean the garden tomorrow..."

Before he could finish his words, the twins continued in a servile manner, "How could we trouble you with such hard work as gardening?"

"That's right, we've got it!"

"…I was going to say throw it to Ron, Fred!"

"This is our sincerity, George!"

"Makes sense!"

Seeing the two blinking expectantly, Vaughn waved his hands repeatedly: "Alright, alright, let's see how you perform tomorrow!"

Watching the twins cheering and running down the stairs, Vaughn shook his head, stood there thinking for a while, and finally walked to Ron's door and knocked.

Soon, the door was opened with force.

Ron, who was still sulking, puffed up his cheeks, looking fierce and cowardly: "Wh...what's the matter?"

"Ron, accompany me to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

Ron stammered a few times, as if he wanted to refute, but he was used to feeling inferior in front of Vaughn and couldn't muster up the courage. After a while, he said angrily, "Why should I go? I already have a second-hand one!"

"Oh..." Vaughan shrugged and said regretfully, "I was thinking of giving you your Christmas present earlier this year, like a new wand. It seems you don't..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard Ron yell, "I'll go!"

"Ok?"

The freckles on Ron's face turned red, and he stammered, "I... I'm going to... buy some rat food for Scabbers..."

Vaughn looked over his shoulder and saw the mouse nibbling on a biscuit on the desk in the messy room behind him.

No distractions!

Vaughan deliberately showed an interested look. "Speaking of Scabbers, I've been asking Percy for one. He's old and ugly anyway, so why not give him to me to use as my potion lab rat? What do you think, Ron? Would you like to consider it?"

In the room, Banban froze in his tracks as he munched on a biscuit.

Ron's eyes widened, his lips trembling, and he was speechless for a moment.

If it was a minute ago, he would have yelled and mustered up the courage to drive away this bad-tempered brother after hearing Vaughn's outrageous request.

but now……

There's a new wand... This...

Luckily, he didn't have to worry about it for too long. Seeing Scabbers start to sneak towards the table, Vaughn, who didn't want to scare it away, patted Ron on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I was just kidding. A rat that small could be killed with just one bite of potion (Scabbers trembled all over). Remember not to sleep in tomorrow, that's all!"

Ron breathed a sigh of relief and watched Vaughn go upstairs. Then he hurried into the house and picked up Scabbers.

"Oh, Scabbers, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. He is just trying to scare us..."

Outside the door, at the corner of the stairs, Vaughn stared at Ron's door with a sneer on his face.

Humph, let’s spare that guy’s life for a while!
(End of this chapter)