Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Another reason is that when it comes to issues such as the integration of wizards and Muggles that determine the fate of mankind, it is difficult for a minority to control the will of the group.

That's why he later changed his mind and promoted the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee, thereby actively participating in the politics of the wizarding world.

Compared to the large population and complex social situation of Muggles, wizards are undoubtedly much simpler.

This has nothing to do with morality or ideological awareness, but is determined by the population base. There are only tens of thousands of wizards in the whole of England. Compared with the Muggle population of up to 6000 million in England, it naturally appears more "simple".

But even in such a "simple" environment, Vaughan realized that it would be difficult for him to integrate everyone's thoughts and understanding in the future.

There are bound to be diehards who insist on the International Statute of Secrecy, such as the pure-blood families, such as—

Dumbledore!

Chaotic thoughts were jumping around in his mind. While stroking Guo Guocha's soft hair, Vaughn stared at the curtain above his head in a daze.

Guo Guocha listened quietly to his murmurs:

"Dumbledore's premonition of death is probably related to me. Our perspectives are vastly different. It seems my future self hasn't convinced him. We're not on the same path after all..."

“…What a pity!”

Hearing the complex emotions in Vaughn's tone, Guoguocha put his big head close to Vaughn's chin and rubbed it gently.

"Meow meow~"

"I'm fine, just a little sad."

The path of magic is somewhat lonely.

There weren't many wizards that Vaughn could look up to and respect, and after spending so much time with them, it was inevitable that he would develop some feelings for them.

However, he will not give up his ideals and pursuits because of his feelings.

In a sense, he is also an idealist!

Of course, the premonition of death and the foreshadowed fate are all in the uncertain and distant future. Vaughn's attitude towards fate has always been to remain in awe and then try to control it.

As the night deepened and lights-out time arrived, the magical flames in the dormitory gradually dimmed and went out.

In the darkness, only Vaughn's open eyes remained, still emitting a magical glow.

……

The painful Easter holiday is over, but no little wizard feels lucky. For the fifth-year students who will take OWLs and the seventh-year students who will take NEWTs this year, the end of the holiday means they only have one month left.

The situation in other grades was not much better. The professors did not want the young wizards to be promoted just by playing around, and many people had not completed the homework assigned before the holiday by the end of the holiday.

Among them were Harry and Ron.

Fortunately, there is no such position as class representative at Hogwarts, and homework is usually collected by the professor himself during class.

The two of them had taken advantage of the last few days of the holiday to rush through their course assignments for Monday and Tuesday after school started, such as History of Magic, Herbology, Transfiguration, and Charms.

They all put the potions homework last.

Even after Hermione's reasoning, Harry and Ron already knew that Professor Snape was not a bad person, but they still disliked him.

Especially on Tuesday, when Harry returned to the common room in a rage.

When Hermione and Ron asked him why he didn't go to training, Harry said angrily:

"I've never seen a more annoying guy than that old bat. It should have been our turn to use the playground today, but he abused the Headmaster's privilege and gave the playground to Slytherin!"

"How shameless!"

Ron immediately shared the same hatred and offered advice: "Didn't you and Wood go to see Professor McGonagall? If Snape can approve the note, she can definitely do it too."

Speaking of this, Harry became a little discouraged: "Professor McGonagall didn't want to approve it because Snape told her in advance that he had asked for her consent... If you ask me, Professor McGonagall is too upright. How could she believe such an outrageous excuse as Slytherin's sudden change of tactics and urgent need for special training?"

Ron snorted, "Our dean is always like this, so righteous that he's a bit pedantic, that's why we get bullied..."

"Ronald!"

Hermione glared at him fiercely, and he quickly shut up and changed the subject: "Well, it's okay not to train. You have Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow. You have time to finish your homework and you don't have to stay up late."

Hearing this, Harry covered his forehead with his hands. He looked at his two friends in distress and whispered, "I don't want to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"why?"

"You know, I've always felt sorry for Quirrell. I always thought he was very kind to me, but it turns out he was the one who cast a spell on me and almost killed me. I... I'm worried I won't be able to control my emotions!"

The three of them had agreed beforehand to keep a low profile and monitor Quirrell secretly, waiting for him to lose his patience and try to steal the Philosopher's Stone before exposing him.

By then, with both witnesses and evidence available, the adults will no longer ignore it.

At this moment, Harry obviously couldn't be allowed to alarm Quirrell.

Ron, who was always quick-witted when it came to devious ways, thought quickly and suggested, "How about you call in sick? We'll go find Fred and George and get you some candy for skipping classes. Three pints of blood will spray out, and even if you want to go to class, Madam Pomfrey won't agree."

This proposal, which Hermione would normally firmly reject, was now unanimously approved by the trio.

"Speaking of which, what have Fred and George been up to lately? They've been acting so mysterious all day long, and they haven't even played any pranks. It feels like something's missing without them making trouble every day."

Harry shrugged, "I don't know. I only see them during training."

It was Hermione who replied, "They seem to be researching something. I think that's great. Fred and George are very talented in alchemy. It's a waste that they were always obsessed with pranks in the past."

As they were talking, the three of them had already arrived outside the twins' dormitory. The door was tightly closed, with a note taped to it:

[A great experiment is underway in this dormitory, please do not disturb! ]

Ron scoffed at this and complained as he touched the door handle, "The Great Experiment? These two guys are playing tricks again!!"

Under the astonished gazes of Harry and Hermione, Ron touched the door handle, his red hair exploded, he twitched wildly, and fell to the ground.

The twins are in trouble again!

A third-year student found Vaughan in the library, told him the news, and conveyed Professor McGonagall's instructions, asking him to go to the school hospital immediately.

When Vaughn arrived, before he even entered the door, he heard Professor McGonagall's signature Scottish accent, scolding loudly:

"...Audacious and lawless, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, I thought I had clearly told you that you were not allowed to conduct experiments in secret. If you can't remember my words, then perhaps I should consider using magic to engrave them into your brains!"

"Professor, we didn't do it secretly. We posted a warning on the door."

"Don't change the subject, George Weasley. The dormitory is a place for rest. Any experiment outside the classroom is..."

"Sorry Professor, it's Fred."

"Fred Weasley, I thought I also told you to raise your hand if you have any questions, or do you feel you no longer need your hands?"

Professor McGonagall's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

Vaughan could almost imagine her staring at the twins with those sharp eyes wide open, staring so hard that they trembled.

Vaughn coughed dryly and pushed open the door.

The school hospital has been almost full recently because fifth and seventh grade students have come to escape their heavy workload.

At this moment, everyone looked towards the innermost bed. Ron was lying on the bed with a pale face, while Hermione and Harry stood there in a daze.

At the foot of the bed, Professor McGonagall was just as Vaughan had imagined, her skinny body emitting a tremendous aura. The twins hunched their shoulders and hung their heads in dejection under her furious gaze.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Professor McGonagall turned around and saw that it was Vaughn. Her sullen expression suddenly brightened and her voice lowered a few degrees:

"Mr. Weasley, please come here."

The twins couldn't help but look up, but were immediately scolded by Professor McGonagall: "You two, stand still and don't move until you admit your mistake!"

The twins bared their teeth, their lips moving silently, and it was unclear what they were complaining about. Vaughn knew without having to guess that they were probably complaining about being treated differently or something.

Vaughan has been used to it since he was a child.

Nodding calmly to Professor McGonagall, whose demeanor had suddenly softened, Vaughan came to the bedside, looked at Ron, and poked him with his fingers.

Hard.

"Professor, what happened?"

"Electrocution, Mr. Weasley. Your two older brothers were doing Muggle electricity experiments in the dormitory, and your younger brother, poor Ron Weasley, was struck by a powerful electric current... Oh, don't worry too much, dear. He's stiff all over now because of muscle spasms caused by the electric current. Madam Pomfrey just gave him a large bottle of relaxant, and the potion hasn't taken effect yet."

Hearing about the electrical experiment, Vaughn couldn't help but look up at the twins.

Professor McGonagall quickly explained her purpose for visiting Vaughan:

"Originally, this matter shouldn't bother you, but the two Mr. Weasleys said that the electricity experiment was a task you assigned them. Is that true?"

The twins stared at Vaughn intently.

On the other side of the bed, Hermione and Harry also raised their heads, and even Ron, who was still unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. It was not known whether it was because the relaxant had taken effect and the orbicularis oculi muscle had relaxed, or because he "died with his eyes open."

Vaughn remained calm and shook his head, "No, Professor."

The twins' eyes widened and they shouted anxiously in unison: "Professor, he is lying—"

"Shut up, both of you!" Professor McGonagall scolded. "You are hopeless. I shouldn't have believed your nonsense. I even thought you would be even a little bit as honest as Vaughn. We're both Weasleys, so why can't you learn to be more honest?"

The twins looked sad and angry.

Professor McGonagall ignored them and turned to Vaughan. "Sorry, kid, there's nothing for you to do now. Go back and rest. You've been exhausted lately."

Vaughn ignored the twins' anger and asked, "Professor, what are you going to do with these two liars?"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly and was about to say something when she heard Harry suddenly shout from behind her: "Ron!"

A few people turned around and saw that Ron, who had been stiff on the hospital bed, had now become like a ball of softened dough, with his limbs and mouth drooping limply.

The most terrifying thing was that his chest began to collapse, and long breaths came out of his nostrils, but no air was coming in.

Harry was terrified. It looked like he was about to die.

But Madam Pomfrey, who came rushing over, said these were minor problems: "Don't worry, Harry, this is the relaxant taking effect. The muscles supporting his lungs are completely relaxing... Oh, look at his eyes, how wide they are, his pupils dilated, he's still dreaming!"

"Professor McGonagall, can you help me transform into a trachea? Our little red-haired boy temporarily needs a trachea to supply air to his lungs. If possible, you'd better stay for a while. We will also need your Transfiguration to help in some situations later."

Although Madam Pomfrey didn't say it explicitly, Vaughn and Professor McGonagall knew what else they would need help with later - there are many types of muscles in the human body, one of which is called... the sphincter.

Relaxants are apparently very strong and not picky.

Since the muscles controlling the lungs will relax, the sphincter muscles may not be able to escape either!

Vaughn didn't want to see that scene, so he took the opportunity to suggest, "Professor, you can help treat Ron first. I'll take the other two back. I'll decide on any punishments after we're done. Is that okay with you?"

Professor McGonagall hesitated, nodded, and agreed. She also sent Hermione away: "Miss Granger, it's not suitable for a girl to stay here next time. You and Vaughn go back together... Potter, you stay and help!"

Vaughn and Hermione took the twins out of the school hospital not far away when they heard faint screams from the other side:

"Merlin—"