Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

When he read the novel before, he wanted to understand the formation principle of these ghosts, but now is obviously not the time.

The ghosts floated away after Professor McGonagall returned. She glanced at the freshmen again and said:

"Everything is ready, line up in single file, follow me!"

The freshmen hurriedly followed her through the open doors of the auditorium. The four long tables on both sides of the path were already filled with senior students, who were looking at them with either curiosity or caution.

Vaughn spotted Percy, Fred, and George, who were waving at him and Ron.

Vaughan smiled back, but Ron was so nervous he didn't even notice.

The ceiling of the auditorium, as Vaughan knew it, was reminiscent of a starry sky, casting a soft, tranquil light downward.

And at the front of the procession, a tattered hat was placed on a stool and it began to sing.

Vaughan remained expressionless as he cast a spell to seal his ear, waiting for it to finally stop twisting. Only when Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the team and unfolded the parchment in her hand did he untie it.

"Hannah Abbott!"

Hmm, a familiar name...

One by one, the freshmen stepped forward, put on the Sorting Hat, and were then announced which house they would be assigned to.

Among the people Vaughn knew, Hermione was the first to go up. The girl trotted over to the stool, the Sorting Hat covering her head. After a moment of contemplation, she shouted, as expected:

"Gryffindor!"

Next was Harry, also a Gryffindor. When the Sorting Hat came out, the whole Gryffindor house was in an uproar, and everyone was slamming their hands on the table.

Vaughan squinted at the teachers' table. Professor Snape, with a stern face, looked even colder. Dumbledore, wearing crescent-shaped glasses, had a sincere and cheerful smile on his wrinkled old face - so far, everything was under his control.

Vaughn also smiled.

The story of the savior begins from this moment. The strongest forces in the current magical world are about to start fighting openly and secretly around the savior. He is very happy to observe and explore beside them!

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally reached the letter “W”.

Ron was in front because of his name's initials. Under everyone's gaze, the guy didn't know what to do with his hands and feet, and almost walked in a backward direction to the Sorting Hat.

The moment the tattered hat touched Ron's scalp, it yelled, "Gryffindor!"

clap clap clap-

The Gryffindor table erupted in applause, and Percy shouted to the people around him, "That's my brother!"

Fred and George jumped up and down, whistling.

When Professor McGonagall read out "Vaughan Weasley", they slammed the table even harder.

"Vaughn! Vaughn!"

"Gryffindor! Gryffindor!"

The other little lions were infected by the twins and also joined in the laughter.

Amidst the cheers, Vaughn, maintaining his Occlumency, walked towards the Sorting Hat and sighed inwardly:

"Sorry, Fred, George!"

Over the years, he had already clearly understood himself. His thirst for knowledge, pursuit of strength, and ambition for power... there was no way he could be sorted into Gryffindor.

As soon as the Sorting Hat gently placed on his head, Vaughn heard a small voice in his ear saying:

"Hmm—very, very perfect Occlumency. You can't hide it from me. I embody the most advanced knowledge and wisdom of the Four Giants! Well, those who master Occlumency usually have a side unknown to the public and huge secrets."

"Cunning boy, it's obvious that there are two houses that are not suitable for you. I will assign you to-"

"Slytherin!"

The joyful atmosphere in Gryffindor came to an abrupt end with the Sorting Hat's loud shout. Percy, who was about to stand up, froze in his place. Fred and George, who were jumping in their seats, fell headfirst. Hermione covered her mouth in surprise, and Harry and Ron stared with wide eyes.

Even Professor McGonagall, who had heard of Vaughn's name, couldn't help but look back at Dumbledore.

The greatest wizard of this century stared at Vaughn's back with a serious look.

For a moment, the entire auditorium fell silent.

After a moment, Dumbledore cleared his cough and signaled Professor McGonagall to continue.

Professor McGonagall helped Vaughan take off the Sorting Hat in a panic.

The other students gradually came to their senses and looked at Vaughn's iconic red hair, which belonged to Weasley. They whispered to each other, and their whispers merged into a noisy buzz.

Vaughn turned a blind eye to all of this. He only saw the system panel pop up in front of him:

[Main Quest ①: Join Hogwarts (Completed)]

[Reward: 1 Talent Point, 50 Magic Scale]

[Do you want to receive the reward? 】

Chapter 15 Admission Dinner

There are too many people here. Not to mention other professors at Hogwarts, at least the deans of each college and Dumbledore are all powerful wizards.

Not to mention, there is also a noseless socket man who is probably hiding behind someone's head and struggling to survive.

Vaughan glanced at the professorial chairs and spotted the guy with the purple scarf wrapped around his head.

It’s not appropriate to claim the reward now. Let’s do it later when you are alone!

He closed the system panel without thinking, ignored the pointing and whispering in the entire auditorium, and walked slowly to the long table of Slytherin College.

thump!

The loud voice made the hall quiet for a moment. It was Draco Malfoy. His face, which was originally quite white, was now pale and bluish. He got up from the ground in a panic, not daring to look at Vaughn. His robes rustled as he tried to run to the other side of the long table.

"Hi Draco!"

Draco paused and turned around stiffly: "Mr. Weasley...Mr...."

"You can call me Vaughn. We'll be in the same academy from now on, so please take care of me."

Vaughn patted him on the shoulder, which scared him so much that he shuddered. He tried to force a smile, but the muscles on his face were completely out of control and his face was twisted in a way that looked uglier than crying.

He looked at Crabbe and Goyle beside him, the two stupid cowards, who had their heads buried in the table and were chattering their teeth.

At this moment, as if unable to bear it any longer, a senior student with a P badge on his chest came over and scolded in a low voice: "Hey, little brat from the Weasley family, sit back in your seat and don't cause any trouble!"

Vaughan took a closer look at his tall, burly figure and indescribable appearance, then smiled and replied, "Yes, Mr. Prefect."

The prefect nodded with satisfaction, and to reward Vaughan for his obedience, he led the applause to show his welcome.

The other Slytherin students at the long table looked at each other in bewilderment, but finally gave face to the prefect and clapped their hands sparsely, "welcoming" the red-haired Weasley, the traitor of the pure-blood family!

Vaughan didn't care and sat down next to Malfoy with a smile.

The applause from the Slytherin table finally stopped the atmosphere from getting any more awkward. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and said,

"Ah, silence! The Sorting Ceremony continues!"

After that, there were no more accidents and the sorting ceremony ended quickly. Dumbledore, who seemed unaffected, stood up and gave an incomprehensible speech, then announced the start of the banquet.

The food piled up on the long table in an instant.

Of course, there are not many varieties. The meat is relatively abundant, but the staple food is very monotonous.

There was nothing but potatoes, and after so many years of eating them, Vaughn found the sight of them disgusting.

"Dear Draco, I think Professor McGonagall is right. Since we are sorted into the same house, we should be like a family."

Vaughn picked up a grilled lamb chop, a favorite of his from his previous life, and slowly nibbled on it while saying, "So I've decided to forgive your offense on the train. Let's get along happily from now on, okay?"

"..."

Is this really the case?

Malfoy's eyes were wide open, and for some reason, he felt a darkness in front of his eyes. He looked at the delicious food in front of him, thinking that he would have a big meal to make himself forget certain things. It would be best if he could not bear it anymore, go back to sleep, and then wake up to find that everything was a nightmare!

pity……

"Draco, bring me the pudding."

"Mm, authentic Yorkshire flavor, I like it, Draco, bring the lamb chops over."

"Huh? You don't want to eat it? Potatoes can make you happy, Draco. Don't always look so sad. Smile!"

"Look, Draco, you're so likable that even the Slytherin ghost wants to sit next to you... Mr. Ghost, what's your name?"

The new ghost, covered in blood, looked dazed and cold: "Barrow..."

In this short sentence, every punctuation mark seems to carry the smell of blood.

Malfoy, with a stomach full of potatoes, couldn't bear it any longer. He covered his mouth and ran towards the side door of the auditorium - which was connected to the bathroom.

When the banquet was over, Malfoy came back exhausted, his face almost as pale as the ghost's.

The male and female prefects of Slytherin College were responsible for taking the freshmen to their respective dormitories. The male prefect was the guy who had scolded Vaughn before.

He introduced himself by name, but Vaughn didn't remember it.

To be honest, apart from Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass, who would be attending school next year, Vaughn didn't feel the need to remember the students from the recent classes of Slytherin College.

Either they have a mental defect, or they have been severely brainwashed by their family, or their appearance is intriguing. When he read novels in his previous life, he felt that the people admitted to the Snake Court were all freaks!

The burly prefect with an apologetic look led the first-year students to the Slytherin Common Room - located underground, with the bottom of the Black Lake just outside the window. It looked quite unique, yet it was nicknamed the "dungeon".

It seemed that because he had successfully stopped Vaughn at the banquet before, he felt good about himself. After explaining the school rules in the common room, he patted Vaughn's shoulder vigorously:

"Weasley boy, I don't care what conflicts you have with Malfoy, but in Slytherin and at Hogwarts, you must abide by my rules. And I hope you can show more respect to Malfoy. We are both pure-bloods, and the Weasleys have long since..."

"Mr. Prefect."

Vaughn interrupted him with a smile, "Before you lecture me, I have a question for you. It's about spells."

The prefect frowned: "Weasley, is this how your poor parents taught you etiquette?"

"That spell is called—"

Vaughan raised his wand and looked at him coldly.

The prefect realized something was wrong at this moment and quickly took out his wand just as he was about to recite the spell.

"Except your weapons!"

Red light flashes!