Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Vaughn interrupted him, "I'm tired of hearing that excuse. Please change it next time! Also, if you hadn't been so determined to test Harry, I wouldn't have had to lie to my girlfriend... You don't have to stare so wide-eyed. If you, as the headmaster, can't stand such intimate terms, please change the school rules to prohibit romance. Thank you."

"Perfect—sharp!"

From the shadows, Snape drawled his admiration.

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor." Vaughn nodded gracefully and continued, "If you hadn't wanted to test Harry, Quirrell would have been killed by us long ago, and Voldemort would have turned into a wisp of smoke and rolled back to Albania. Albus, all this stems from your willfulness. At least Professor Snape and I have always been opposed to this."

"Very correct!"

Snape was beaming with joy. Vaughn's words hit the nail on the head. He had always thought that testing Harry was a boring thing - don't get me wrong, he wasn't thinking about Harry, he simply felt that with Harry Potter's brain, the so-called test might be a waste of time.

"Ahem!" Dumbledore coughed loudly and glared at Snape.

The Potions Professor snorted, his face became long again, and he stopped provoking.

Dumbledore scratched his cheek. Facing Vaughn's words, he really couldn't refute anything, so he could only abruptly change the subject: "Have you collected all the materials?"

Vaughn tutted, but stopped arguing. "I've collected them all. They're basically magical beasts from XX to XXX levels in the Magical Department's classification system. Their temperaments and magical abilities have been carefully selected. While retaining their ferocious nature, their lethality isn't too lethal. They're all excellent material."

As he spoke, he took out the "materials" from his bag, including the fairy glass jar, and placed them one by one on the table in front of Dumbledore.

Except for the fairies disguised as decorations, who were very comfortable lying still, all other magical animals appeared to be very energetic.

Several vixens were locked in cages, banging against each other desperately, occasionally baring their teeth at Vaughn and Dumbledore.

A group of glowworms like big bubbles floated up and down in the air. There was a grindylow trapped in each bubble. They squeaked and stretched out their long and sharp claws, trying to poke the glowworm and escape from it.

Several darts appeared with a whirring sound, ran onto Dumbledore's desk, and gathered around the candy dish to peck at the cockroaches in it.

Dumbledore was delighted by the variety of magical creatures, some free and some bound:

"Excellent, Vaughn. These are all excellent materials. They will surely greatly enrich the surprise adventure we have prepared for Harry. I am planning to call this level 'Micro Forbidden Forest'. It is simple and straightforward and closely follows the theme. What do you think?"

Vaughan said dryly, "It's pretty average."

"What? Very good? Oh, thank you for your approval, my dear." Dumbledore wiped the corners of his eyes tremblingly and looked at Snape with a smile.

Snape: "...boring!"

"Thank you too, Severus, but I'm not asking for your opinion. What I want to ask is, have you prepared all the ingredients for the potion?"

Snape's answer was dry and malicious: "It's complete, and in excess. Potter will definitely have an unforgettable experience. It might even poison him to death!"

"Okay Severus, very good."

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction and clapped his hands. "Alright, gentlemen, everything is ready. Now we just have to wait for the final construction of the mechanism to be completed. Then we can start planning Harry's trial..."

"What a disgusting name."

"Come on, Severus, you're being so mean and mean now. You should learn from me and be more open-minded."

"Shut up!"

"It's such a headache, Vaughn, you must never become like him in the future!"

"Yes, Vaughan-Weasley, you have to be careful not to become a stupid and neurotic old man like Dumbledore. It's so sad!"

Vaughan was too lazy to pay attention to the childish bickering between these two guys whose combined ages were almost 150 years old (Dumbledore was born in July 1881 and was currently 7 years old; Snape was born in January 110 and was 1960 years old).

He asked, “When exactly does the plan start?”

"Early May, Vaughan."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "This will give Harry a month's spare time before the final exams in June, allowing him to prepare for them with peace of mind."

Vaughan: "...Albus, you're a monster...but I like it!"

When I came out of the principal's office, it was already dark.

Vaughan stretched as the door behind him opened and closed. He turned around and saw Snape coming out with a suitcase.

The suitcase belonged to Snape and contained some potion ingredients that Vaughn had found today.

Vaughn greeted him. "Professor, how are the wrinkled figs? I picked them out from the pile to ensure they're potent enough."

Hearing that the drug was effective enough, Snape's face finally managed a smile:

"You have good taste, Potter is blessed."

Vaughn was speechless.

He felt that if this could be achieved, Snape would definitely wish that the ingredients used to brew the potion would be ten or even a hundred times more effective.

Vaughn didn't want to hear Snape's malicious fantasies about Harry, so he changed the subject: "Professor, have you had dinner yet? I'm just about to go to the dining room, would you like to join me?"

"No, I'm not hungry. I need to go back and make the potion. The whole process will take at least 12 hours, so I need to take good care of it."

"Do you need my help?"

"No!" Snape refused, his cold expression somewhat crumbling, with a hint of excitement: "This is a gift I prepared for Potter, how can I let you do it?"

Vaughan: "..."

He had clearly mocked Dumbledore before, but now he is more active than anyone else.

Fine!

Just be happy!

After bidding farewell to Professor Snape, who was full of energy and vitality, Vaughan walked slowly towards the restaurant.

As he passed the courtyard, he saw in the distance that the lights of the Quidditch pitch were still on.

Above the stadium shrouded in darkness, one could vaguely see someone flying back and forth at high speed.

Vaughan stopped a passing Lion cub and asked him who was still at the ballpark.

The little lion replied admiringly, "It's Harry. He works so hard and has been training until now."

Another little lion sighed and said, "It's a pity that we lost the first game last year and are now ranked second. Unless we win the final game against Slytherin by a large margin, there's no way we can shake Slytherin's first place score."

In the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup, there is no such thing as wins, draws, or extra games - after all, the semester is limited, and at the end of the semester, everything has to give way to exams - so its rules not only count the wins in the round-robin matches, but also the total score.

Slytherin is currently undefeated, having caught the Golden Snitch in every game and is far ahead in the overall score.

The regretful little lion looked at Vaughan with complicated eyes. It was this guy who made Gryffindor's most promising year become a bubble again.

Unfortunately, he had seen Vaughn's spell skills and heard the rumors about Slytherin House, so he didn't dare to say anything harsh. He waited for his companions to answer and then left together.

Vaughan looked at the Quidditch pitch again and tutted:

"Harry is so aggressive, is he trying to beat me? Sigh, after finishing my work, I wanted to take some time off..."

Vaughan is determined to win the House Cup. Even if others don't think Gryffindor can create a miracle, Vaughan will not open champagne at halftime.

That night, he found Flint and, in the other's frightened yet wise look, ordered:

"I want to participate in team training, give me a good strategy."

"what?"

"The situation is different this time. Harry is now able to participate in Gryffindor's offensive system. I ask you to come up with a better way to restrict him."

"what……"

"Also, I don't want anyone else to know about today's conversation. All tactical considerations are your own decision. Do you understand?"

Marcus Flint, the scapegoat, moved his lips, but in the end he didn't dare to say no.

……

As mentioned before, no student likes the Easter holidays.

This damn holiday is not so much a vacation as it is a carnival for professors to assign homework. In order to make full use of every minute of the little wizards and squeeze every bit of energy from everyone, almost every professor has tried his best.

Especially this year, in order to improve the quality of homework and eliminate plagiarism, the professors even forced the young wizards to use special parchment.

They were enchanted to resist not only the automatic answering quill, but also the prying eyes of anyone other than the owner.

So, this holiday seemed like a nightmare to Ron!

On the last day of the holiday, Ron was sweating profusely as he scribbled furiously at his desk. Occasionally, due to errors in his "wand divination", the answers he wrote down were judged to be wrong by the parchment, and he would throw a tantrum in frustration and rage.

Hermione was annoyed by his noise, and finally, when he jumped up and cursed again, she said angrily, "Can you be quiet for even a minute? Instead of complaining about your wand, why can't you calm down and think carefully about the questions and answer them yourself instead of using... Divination?"

Ron said confidently: "But I can't answer any of the questions!"

"Oh my god, then why do you still go to watch Harry train every day? Two weeks, that's enough time for you to review the first year curriculum again!"

"Nonsense!" Ron refused to believe it and justified his visit to watch Harry's training: "I didn't go to watch Harry for fun, I went to encourage him. This is the last match of the semester, a life-or-death battle. Harry is under tremendous pressure, and someone must cheer him up!"

As he was speaking, the door of the common room opened and Harry dragged his tired body in. He looked like he was about to die, with a pale face and chapped lips.

The two quickly put aside their quarrel, Ron ran to help Harry onto the sofa, and Hermione went to pour a cup of tea.

"Harry, how are you? You look terrible." Hermione asked with concern. "Did training go well?"

Harry nodded and opened his mouth to say something but no sound came out.

He was not panicked. He had experienced this situation many times recently and was used to it. It was caused by flying around all day, talking loudly and being exposed to too much wind.

After taking a sip of tea, his dry throat felt moistened and he felt a little better. He then said in a hoarse voice, "Slytherin has developed a new tactic. Angelina secretly saw it yesterday. Wood and I have been thinking about how to crack it all day."

Upon hearing about the new tactics, Ron immediately became excited and wanted to know the details.

Hermione stopped him: "Don't you see how bad his condition is? Can't you let him rest?"

Exhausted, Harry nodded gratefully to Hermione, then asked his two friends, "What about you? How are you doing today?"

Ron said sullenly, "Not very good. She won't let me visit you. All I have to keep me company is homework."

Speaking of homework, Harry suddenly felt that it would be better for him to die on the court.

No matter how tiring the training is, you can't avoid homework.

He didn't want to think about this terrifying thing, so he turned to Hermione: "What about you? Are you still investigating the professors?"

Ever since Hermione and Vaughn's trip to the Forbidden Forest over a week ago, she had resumed her investigation of Dark wizards.

Harry is still very concerned about this matter. After all, he is still under the "curse" of the dark wizard!

"Yes, Harry, I recently followed up with the professors again..."

Hermione said.

Before he could finish his words, Ron's eyes widened in shock. "Following? When? Aren't you supervising Harry and me doing our homework every day?"

"Of course, it's when Harry goes to train every day and you join in the fun, Ronald Weasley! Also, don't be too surprised why I have so much time. If you don't do your homework for ten minutes and then stare blankly for an hour, you'll find that you have more time than you can use!"