Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

I'm afraid that will have to wait until the end of time.

The difficulty of this matter lies precisely in the live dissection. Fire dragons are not werewolves. Due to the hunting by wizards and the implementation of the International Statute of Secrecy, it is now difficult to find wild fire dragons.

The fire dragons living in the protected areas are the key protected objects of the Ministry of Magic of each country, so don’t even think about hunting a few of them secretly.

"Don't worry, this can't be rushed. I need to think of a good reason..."

Vaughan consoled himself.

In fact, he knew that he was not as calm as he looked. At least in the early morning, he wanted to dissect Norbeta who was trying to please him and act coquettishly many times.

All this is because of the "Spell Development Module" given in this side quest.

The moment it appeared in the prize pool, Vaughn vaguely understood its function - it could help him develop new spells!

Since getting the system panel, Vaughn has increasingly felt that...the biggest help the system provides him is actually saving him a lot of time.

Whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle society, there has always been the same problem in the learning of knowledge and the creation of new knowledge.

It takes too long!

The world does not lack geniuses. What everyone lacks is time. Time can often extinguish all enthusiasm and hope, and kill any new knowledge that may be born at the very beginning.

Even though there are alchemical artifacts like the "Time Converter" in the magic world, it only allows you to travel through time, but cannot stop time from passing by you.

On the contrary, the more a person uses the time converter, the faster time passes for him.

Vaughn's thoughts wandered a little, and he suddenly wanted to go to Dumbledore's place to have a look, because there, a time-related level designed by him was being built.

Chapter 97: Hyperdimensional Maze and 35-dimensional Creatures

Today is Saturday, but the whole Hogwarts is completely different from before.

In the past, the castle would become very lively every Saturday.

The younger students who usually stay in their dormitories or the library, scratching their heads over their homework and papers, as well as the older students who are busy with their schoolwork, will all walk out of the castle on this day.

Or gather a few friends and play with giant squids in the Black Lake - this is usually something first and second graders do.

Or you can hold your lover's hand and go to Hogsmeade to visit the candy house and the three broomsticks. Occasionally, there will be a circus performing in Hogsmeade on weekends. Hogwarts students who usually have Sickles in their pockets but have nowhere to spend them are the ideal targets for harvesting.

But such scenes will gradually disappear in March every year, especially when Easter approaches, classrooms and libraries will once again become popular places for students to check in.

If students were asked to choose the least popular holiday of the year, Easter would definitely take first place.

All because of the damn exam!

Lower grade students, mainly fourth grade and below, will be busy preparing for the promotion exams in June. Higher grade students, such as fifth grade students, will start OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels), and seventh grade students will take NEWTs (Final Wizarding Levels).

All in all, since March, the only ones who have free time at Hogwarts are the sixth graders - they have already passed their OWLs and are in the process of further study. In theory, even if they slack off, it will not affect their progress to the seventh grade.

On his way to the fourth floor of the castle, Vaughn met several fifth-grade students who were walking hurriedly. The huge academic pressure made them speak in a hurry and at an extremely fast speed.

"...Merlin, I still have 26 reference books to read, and there are only two months left. What should I do?"

"I'm almost there too. Damn it, why can't wizards or Muggles escape exams?"

"Muggles are better off. At least the test results won't lock down their future. But NEWTs are different. If you want to find a decent job after graduation, NEWTs test results are the only indicator."

"But I really can't hold on any longer. Speaking of which, can I repeat seventh grade?"

"It seems possible, but I advise you not to do that. As long as you can pass one of the 12 subjects, you can graduate successfully... It's not possible that you will fail all 12 subjects, right? As far as I know, no student in the history of Hogwarts has ever achieved such a feat!"

Vaughn, who passed them, had a blank expression on his face.

They had no idea that within two years, a student would accomplish such a feat. Unfortunately, that student was a member of Slytherin.

Yes, that's Marcus Flint.

A legendary figure in the future who has to repeat a grade because he failed all his courses!

Before the time travel, there was an old saying in Vaughan's hometown: Speak of Cao Cao and Cao Cao will appear.

Just as he remembered Flint, Vaughn met him at the fourth floor entrance.

He looked very enthusiastic, and his ugly, troll-like face revealed a stupid smile that was impossible to look at directly. "Mr. Vaughn Weasley, have you had time to come back for training recently? The whole team is eagerly looking forward to your return. We have developed several new tactics to deal with Ravenclaw. We guarantee that they will be miserable and have a smooth journey for you!"

Well, Vaughn had to admit that there was no one in the world who was completely useless. At least Flint had some talent for flattery.

After casually dismissing Flint, whose enthusiasm was even a little flattering, Vaughn couldn't help but suggest to him before leaving: "Flint, if you could pay a little more attention to your studies, I would appreciate your efforts even more. For example, can you at least pass one course? Can you do that?"

Flint was a little confused, his slightly parted lips revealing his buck teeth.

He didn't understand...

Vaughan had to be more straightforward: "What I mean is, if you don't want to bring shame to Slytherin House one day because you fail all the exams, and then be thrown into the lair of the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest by me, then you'd better start studying harder now!"

After saying that, he waited patiently for a while. After a full 12 seconds, Mr. Flint finally reacted and his expression turned into horror.

Seeing that his long reflex arc had finally worked, Vaughan politely said goodbye: "Please consider my words carefully. I don't want to see you on the Quidditch team in my third year. That's it. Have fun!"

Of course, after spending a few months together, the Slytherin students who were already familiar with Vaughan's style knew this.

This eccentric from the Weasley family, the more polite he behaves, the more he loses patience with someone or something.

Not to mention how anxious Flint looked with his pale face.

Vaughn went all the way to the fourth floor, passed through the vertical downward corridor entrance guarded by Lu Wei, and came to a huge and empty room.

This place is where the magic stone mechanism was originally placed.

Of course, now that those mechanisms have been removed, Dumbledore has arranged it to be a transit station for the new mechanism locations.

An ordinary wooden door stood in the middle of the room, and there was nothing else.

Vaughn, who had been here several times before, was not surprised. He walked straight to the wooden door, grasped the door handle, and said the password:

"Sizzling Bee Candy!"

As the correct command was recited, the doorknob turned by itself and the door opened. What appeared in front of Vaughn was not the other half of the room blocked by the door, but a long corridor.

The corridor was so dark and deep that it seemed as if there was no end in sight.

Although it was not dim, the light coming from nowhere illuminated everything.

What creates the illusion are the walls, floors and ceilings of the corridor, which are covered with intricate kaleidoscope-like geometric patterns.

Dumbledore, dressed in a light pink pajamas, was the only person of different color in the entire corridor. He crossed his hands in front of his abdomen, obviously waiting for Vaughn.

Seeing Vaughan come in, he smiled and said, "Ah, dear, how's Hagrid's dragon? You didn't dissect it, did you?"

"Don't worry, it will definitely live longer than you."

"That's really comforting. Minerva told me last night that she was full of praise for your Vanishing Charm. I rarely see her praise a student so highly, but since it was you, I think it's reasonable. Of course, she would never have thought that you made a dragon disappear."

"Huh? Are you threatening me?"

"No, no, no, it's a compliment. I'm glad you're considerate of your friends. The truth is, even if you had let Minerva see the dragon yesterday, she wouldn't have punished you. Instead, she would have come to me. Your vanishing spell saved me a lot of energy explaining myself."

Vaughan snorted. "If I had known earlier, I should have let Professor McGonagall find out. Let her see how many school rules her beloved headmaster had broken in order to test the Savior."

Dumbledore coughed dryly and finally didn't dare to continue. If he continued, it would involve some entanglements that he tried his best to avoid.

He opened his arms, looked around the corridor covered with kaleidoscopic patterns, and said cheerfully, "Let's see how the new agency is going."

The patterns in the corridor are composed of countless regular and symmetrical designs. These visual illusions from Muggles make people feel that the space is being torn apart and moving just by looking at them.

And Vaughn knew that this corridor, or this level, was indeed movable!

As Dumbledore clapped his hands, the entire corridor seemed to "come alive" in an instant. The floor, walls, and ceiling followed symmetrical geometric patterns. The walls and the ground were like moving hypercubes, constantly undulating, flipping, and changing.

In a blink of an eye, the corridor changed from a straight line to a cross.

And this movement is still going on. The entire corridor, everything within sight, is like building blocks moving on their own, sometimes piling up into walls and blocking the way ahead.

Sometimes it retreats into a hexagonal or octagonal cavity, opening up a new way forward on a dead end.

Sometimes it flips inside out, instantly transforming into a completely new space...

There is movement every second, and every second in the corridor gives people the illusion that it is completely different from the previous second, as if they have been transported to another space.

Dumbledore clapped his hands again, and the geometric pattern on the ceiling flipped back, revealing a hollow space.

The ground beneath him and Vaughn's feet also rose at the same time, and a hexagonal platform with an ever-increasing base rose from the ground, passing through the ceiling, rising higher and higher, until the two of them could overlook the true appearance of the corridor -

A huge cube, like a Rubik's Cube, composed of hundreds of small cubes, rotates in a vast space that seems to have no end.

"It's spectacular, isn't it? Your new design, the hyperdimensional maze..."

Looking down at the huge cube, Dumbledore sighed, "Fortunately, this is Hogwarts, a castle that has existed for a thousand years. In addition to the great wisdom of the Big Four, outstanding wizards of all generations have also tried to renovate and transform it."

"For millennia, no one knows its true size or how many rooms it contains. Even as the principal, I'm far from understanding it... What you see before you is only a small portion of it that I've accessed through my authority."

Vaughn nodded. "Well done! This hyperdimensional maze finally looks a bit hyperdimensional."

Talking about this, Dumbledore became curious: "Speaking of which, why do you call the new mechanism a hyperdimensional maze? What does hyperdimensional mean?"

Vaughn, who was looking at the cube below, smiled and replied:

"That's what Muggles say. The Muggle scientific community believes that the universe has many dimensions, but humans can only directly observe and measure three dimensions: length, width, and height. Dimensions beyond this range are called hyperdimensions."

Dumbledore was confused. "Humans can only observe and measure length, width, and height? How do you define that?"

"For example, let me explain it from a two-dimensional perspective. For example, if I draw a square on a piece of paper, from a two-dimensional perspective, the square should be a closed space. However, humans, as three-dimensional creatures, can directly see the inside of the 'closed' square."

"The same concept applies. Now, imagine a cube-shaped box placed in front of you. Before you open it, you can only measure its length, width, and height, but the interior is unobservable and unmeasurable. If there were a four-dimensional being, then they could directly see into the cube, because space is readily available to them."

"Oh!"

Dumbledore made a short sound and said nothing more.

Vaughn smiled and said, "Don't you understand? It's okay. Wizards generally lack logical thinking ability. It's normal that you can't understand or imagine."

“…I feel like you’re mocking me.”

"No, don't talk nonsense. In fact, in my opinion, wizards can barely be considered 3.5-dimensional creatures. We can observe the inside of the cube box without opening it through magic, not to mention that there are many other magics that can do the same."

With that, he continued to observe the cube while Dumbledore thought.

After a moment, Dumbledore asked, "So, Vaughan, in your opinion, legendary wizards are not considered four-dimensional beings?"

"Of course not. Let me use a two-dimensional perspective as an analogy. Suppose I draw a little person on a piece of paper. It has life. To it, the white paper is its world. It can't see beyond the white paper. If I put a ball on the white paper at this time, what do you think it sees?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then realized, "It can only see the shadow cast by the ball on the paper..."

"Yes," Vaughn nodded. "It can only see the projection of the ball, a dark, round mass. The same is true when a fourth-dimensional being descends upon a third-dimensional being. Assuming some kind of fourth-dimensional being really exists, even if it appears before us, we'll only see its projection."