Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Especially the series of skipping class candies they developed this time, which uses alchemy to achieve the effect of magic potions, taking a different approach and showing a unique idea.

He used to think that the twins were too free and wild inside, which was not a good thing. Now he naturally didn't want to see them continue to waste their talents on evil ways.

He planned to guide them back to the right path, both to prevent them from repeating the same fate in the future and in the hope that someone could help him.

Thinking of this, Vaughan paused the tip of the pen he was writing on his notebook.

He suddenly recalled Dumbledore's ambiguous attitude towards whether he should accept the invitation to go to North America.

"...That old fellow, wouldn't he have the same idea? He wants to test and train me?"

Chapter 100 A Trip to the Forbidden Forest with Hermione

It’s not that Vaughn is narcissistic, it’s just that Deng has a criminal record.

The greatest white wizard of this century is respected not only for his strength, but also because he is never stingy in supporting the younger generations.

However, Dumbledore was famous throughout his life for his love of supporting the younger generations, as well as his penchant for mystery and being a riddle teller, and he was also very good at playing crazy and stupid.

Over the next week or so, Vaughan hinted at it several times, but Dumbledore just kept smiling and refused to make any statement about the invitation to Ilvermorny.

After trying a few times, Vaughn was too lazy to bother with him anymore.

Of course, the main reason is that as Easter approaches, the first-grade curriculum becomes increasingly heavy.

These courses were mainly aimed at exams two months later, which were related to college entrance exams. Vaughn, who usually enjoyed privileges, had to become a student again, memorizing knowledge points and writing papers according to the key points planned by the professors.

As we enter April, summer is suddenly approaching.

The young wizards threw away their fleece robes and put on summer clothes, but this still could not stop the torture brought by the increasingly scorching sun. The dazzling sunlight burned the earth, and the heat waves it created raged in every classroom at Hogwarts.

It would be even worse if there was no sun. If it gets cloudy, it would be hot and stuffy, as if you were stuffed into a sauna. Every pore would be blocked by sticky air, making it hard to breathe.

As the climate changes, insects that were once extinct are making a comeback, and the chirping of cicadas is gradually being heard in the nursery outside the window, making people feel irritated and annoyed.

In this "restless" time, it slowly came to the last holiday before summer vacation, Easter.

In England, Easter is a grand festival, and Hogwarts, which follows tradition, is no exception. This festival lasts for two weeks.

But any little wizard would rather not have it!

"I just can't take it anymore!"

In the library, Ron, who was so dazed that he was almost drooling over his homework, tried to guess the answer by using the magic wand for the tenth time, but got it wrong again.

He threw away his quill in frustration and angrily pounded his wand. "Stupid thing, how come you always manage to avoid all the correct answers? You didn't get a single one right out of 30 questions!"

Harry, who was sitting opposite him, staring blankly at a three-foot-high stack of homework, heard Ron's words, and forced himself to use his almost numb brain, and replied subconsciously:

"Maybe you should try rolling the dice. I heard it works well."

Ron slumped his shoulders in despair, his voice weak. "I tried it yesterday, it was no use at all. I finally understand that all this dice rolling and wand divination is just bullshit from those seniors. I'd be a pig if I kept believing them!"

Harry had a sullen expression, obviously having suffered a loss.

Compared to their seven years of student life, the two of them, who were still relatively new even though their first year was almost over, would never have imagined that the professors would become so crazy in order to prepare for the exams.

I never thought that one day I would hate holidays so much.

Halloween and Christmas used to be so happy, with parties, play, carnivals... every day of the holiday was filled with laughter and joy. In comparison, Easter is like hell!

Looking back to a few days ago, when they were counting the days on the calendar and waiting for Easter with anticipation, they were wondering why the expressions of the seniors became more desperate as the holiday approached.

Now, they understand.

Ron slumped over his desk like a ball of mud, reminiscing for the umpteenth time about the time he'd spent three days in the hospital at the end of last month, having mistakenly eaten the twins' candy to skip classes.

"I've never missed Fred and George and their pranks so much!"

"yes……"

Harry missed him even more than he did. At least Ron had been in the hospital and had some rest, but he hadn't had a single day of leisure in a long time.

It's not just because of the endless homework, but also... Quidditch!

"Hi, Harry!"

When you think of an unlucky thing or person, he or it usually appears in front of you.

Harry buried his face in his arms in pain when he heard Wood's familiar, headache-inducing voice calling his name.

But Wood obviously wouldn't let go of the Gryffindor Quidditch team's biggest trump card.

He dodged Madam Pince's sharp gaze, moved closer to Harry, and pulled him away. "Hurry up, Harry. We're going to be late for training. I finally managed to get the right to use the court today, so we need to practice some more tactics."

After Harry lost to Vaughan in his first match last year, although some members of the team thought Harry did not live up to his name - yes, that was Alia Spinnet - Wood still believed in Harry's ability.

He took all the blame for the failure, thinking it was all due to his own tactical mistakes and his failure to notice in time that Harry's broom was out of control.

This incident touched Harry deeply. Later, in the battles against Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, Harry finally lived up to Wood's trust and defeated these two "powerful enemies" that had been threatening Gryffindor's Quidditch Cup progress in the past few years.

In the match against Hufflepuff, Harry even set the record for the fastest time to catch the Golden Snitch at Hogwarts.

That was a rare highlight in Harry's twelve years of life, and he personally sent Gryffindor, which had not reached the final for several years since Charlie left, to the final again.

Everything was going well. Wood got the grades he had always dreamed of, and Harry received cheers and love from all the Gryffindors—if Wood hadn't gone crazy!

Anyway, after defeating Ravenclaw and witnessing the team's glory again, Wood was not satisfied and stopped, but became more "greedy".

When the team was last, he wanted to reach the final, and when he reached the final, he wanted to win the Quidditch Cup.

The only one who suffered was Harry.

Wood learned the lesson from last year's match against Slytherin, when Harry had little practice time and lacked tacit understanding and tactics with his teammates, so he had to leave the team alone and was besieged by Slytherin.

This year he prepared a lot of tactics and supervised them personally.

Vaughan met Harry in the courtyard.

At that time, he was like a helpless doll, being dragged by the tall and burly Wood by the arm towards the Quidditch field.

"Wood, I still have a lot of homework to do. Can we practice it tomorrow?"

"Homework can be done anytime, Harry. It's nothing compared to Quidditch. Just wait and see. I've come up with a few new tactics these days that will surely make you the best Seeker you can be..."

Then they saw Vaughn.

Wood looked very alert, while Harry looked surprised and winked desperately at Vaughan, hoping that he would lend him a helping hand.

Unfortunately, in the face of his expectant gaze, Vaughn simply nodded at him and exchanged pleasantries with Wood, "Ready to go to the Quidditch field for training?"

"Yes, Weasley."

"You can call me Vaughn, Oliver."

"...Okay, Vaughn, if you don't mind, I'm going to take Harry away first. The game is approaching and Slytherin has been vying for the right to use the stadium. We can't delay any longer!"

Facing Wood's subtle provocation, Vaughan smiled and said, "Ah, sorry, Marcus is too sensitive. He sees Gryffindor as a serious threat. You know, you have the talented Seeker Harry Potter."

Wood raised his head proudly. "You're also a genius, Vaughn, but I believe Harry is definitely stronger than you. Even though he lost to you last time, I will help him surpass you!"

Harry blushed and wanted to retort, but he didn't know how to start.

In any case, Wood spoke for him, even though he didn't think he was better than Vaughn - after several months of training, he increasingly realized how powerful Vaughn was when he participated in the team's offensive system in his first game.

Now, several months have passed, and no one knows how much progress Vaughn has made.

Only Wood is optimistic.

After saying goodbye to Vaughn, on the way to the Quidditch field, he was still cheering Harry on:

"Don't be afraid of him, Harry. Vaughan Weasley hasn't been on the field for months. He's wasting all his time with that werewolf… werewolf what was it?"

"The Werewolf Council," Harry replied. "Besides, it's a very noble thing, Wood, you shouldn't..."

"There's nothing more noble than Quidditch!"

Wood's expression was solemn. The thin sunlight that shone through the clouds shone on his face, which was so holy and solemn. "Quidditch is the most meaningful thing in the world. Your thoughts are very dangerous, Harry. It seems that I must not only give you special training in your skills, but also help you become stronger mentally!"

Harry: "..."

……

After saying goodbye to Wood and Harry, Vaughan went to the library, borrowed a few books, sat by the window, and leisurely flipped through them in the sunshine to pass the time.

Not long after, a faint fragrance mixed with book ink approached him.

Hermione rushed over to him with a pile of books in her arms. "Vaughn, how's your review going... Oh my God, why are you reading alchemy? And magical plants?"

Her voice was so loud that Madam Pince glanced at her sharply.

Ron, who was alone in the distance, also looked over here.

Vaughn, caught reading extracurricular books by his academically gifted girlfriend, remained unfazed. "I've finished my homework, and the review work I needed was finished yesterday. Now it's my free time."

Hermione puffed out her cheeks: "Why are you always so fast?"

"Hmm!" Vaughn looked up at her and said, "Girl, never tell a man to hurry up. That's an insult to him!"

"?"

Hermione tilted her head, confused.

Vaughn shrugged regretfully. This is the bad thing about being young. No one can pick up on a lot of his jokes. He really wants to grow up quickly!

"Well, these don't count as extracurricular books. I'm going to the Forbidden Forest soon and need to review them temporarily."

"To the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione's face quickly turned stern.

Vaughan casually flipped over a page of illustrations and added leisurely, "Don't worry, Dumbledore approved it, and Hagrid is with us!"

Hermione, who was obsessed with school rules, breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you going to look for potion ingredients? I saw you borrowed alchemy books. Could it be alchemy ingredients?"

Vaughn thought about it and nodded: "Both!"

It is not wrong to say that the mechanisms that Dumbledore has carefully prepared for Harry for such a long time are of many types, involving potions and alchemy, and there is a huge gap in materials.

After turning a few more pages and not hearing Hermione continue to ask questions, Vaughn looked up and saw Hermione biting her lip with a hesitant expression.

"what happened to you?"

"No, nothing..." Hermione said, looking at him and then at the book in front of her.

Vaughn suddenly realized: "You want to come with me?"

"...Yeah!" Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded with some anticipation: "Is it okay?"