Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

"Don't worry about that. I'm dead. The Weasley family's generational status is no longer important."

Vaughan readily accepted the advice.

The dead didn't care, so there was no need for him to ask for clarification. He changed the subject: "When you said the last male in the Black family, did you mean Sirius Black?"

"Yes, that was 10 years ago. I still remember old Black's crazy roar when Dumbledore told him the news."

"One of the 28 sacred pure bloods passed down for thousands of years is about to become the dust of history. We can understand his pain, but since then, he has always wanted to seduce Slytherin students to help him rescue Sirius from Azkaban..."

Headmaster Weasley sighed:

"That was too much, and Dumbledore was forced to confine him to his office."

She looked at Vaughan lovingly and warned him, "You are still young and may yearn for power, but you must be vigilant and restrained in your study of the dark arts."

"Some ignorant dark wizards always say that power is neither good nor evil, and that it is the wizard who decides what is good and what is evil. However, dark magic requires extreme, negative emotions as nourishment. If you are constantly in such intense emotions, who can guarantee that you won't go crazy?"

Vaughan nodded.

This is also his opinion.

That's why he was curious about how Dumbledore and Snape solved this problem.

After chatting with the old ancestor for a while and watching the fun, Vaughn, who was a little bored, wandered around Dumbledore's office seeing the two old men fighting endlessly.

He found the Pensieve in a cabinet near the fireplace.

Vaughan vaguely remembered that Dumbledore had preserved many memories about Tom in order to find out why Tom didn't die.

But he didn't see it, it must have been hidden by Dumbledore's magic.

Then, near the door, in a corner blocked by a shelf, he found a full-length mirror covered with black satin.

Vaughan did not lift the silk; he knew what it was.

"That's the Mirror of Erised."

The Apparition disturbed the silence in the office, and Fawkes returned with Dumbledore.

After going out for a while and confirming something, the old man seemed to be in a good mood and said to Vaughan with a smile:

"Legend has it that it can reflect a person's desires, Mr. Weasley, aren't you ready to take a look?"

Vaughn smiled and shook his head. "I saw an introduction to it in an alchemy book. It can only reflect desires, but cannot fulfill them. No matter how you look at it, it's still fake."

"But I think it helps you identify what's going on in your heart."

"I know exactly what I desire in my heart, Principal. One's self-awareness should start from oneself, not from a mirror."

Vaughan replied, a little impatient, and unable to resist giving Dumbledore a stab: "What do you see in the mirror again?"

"..."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't help but think back to the past period of time when he stood in front of the mirror every day, and the reflection of four young children in the mirror looked and sounded the same as they did more than ninety years ago.

Unlike reality, they have no conflicts, no tragedies, and are smiling happily, close and happy.

But the great wizard quickly suppressed his surging emotions and winked at Vaughan: "I see a lot of wool socks. You have to understand, child, an old man over a hundred years old would really like someone to give him a pair of warm wool socks for Christmas."

"Ha ha……"

Vaughn only responded with an ambiguous laugh.

He didn't want to play this crazy game with Dumbledore anymore, so he asked directly, "Did you find anything?"

Dumbledore shook his head regretfully, but still replied, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, your guess is correct. A powerful dark wizard is plotting to obtain unicorn blood in order to brew an elixir of immortality in order to maintain his... ugly, humble, life, like a candle in the wind!"

When he said this, a complicated look flashed across his blue eyes.

But soon, his tone became lighter:

"Although I didn't find him, fortunately, I found the herd of unicorns. So far, no unicorn has died. Your discovery was very timely, Mr. Weasley. I would like to thank you on behalf of the unicorns. You are such a good person -"

Dumbledore wiped his eyes with emotion.

Dramatic!

The corners of Vaughan's mouth twitched a few times. In comparison, he still preferred playing with Ron, Harry and the others. Those old guys who were so cunning were so abominable!

What a pity! It seems that Tom didn’t go to the Forbidden Forest tonight. It would be interesting if the two of them met.

Vaughan sighed regretfully, then suggested, "Headmaster, I suggest that the unicorns be moved somewhere else. The Forbidden Forest is no longer suitable for them to survive, and Hogwarts doesn't have enough people to guard against thieves all day long."

"That's a very good suggestion, Weasley... Oh, can I call you Vaughn? That would be more friendly."

Vaughn chuckled: "Then I'll call you Albus?"

Unexpectedly, Old Deng didn't care at all. He smiled and said, "Of course. Isn't a name meant to be called by others?"

Then, without waiting for Vaughn to continue, he said:

"I also feel that unicorns are not suitable for the Forbidden Forest, so I decided to ask an old friend for help. Come on, Vaughn, come with me. He is also a good man, you will definitely like him."

Vaughan didn't refuse.

Walking up to Dumbledore and grabbing his wrist, Fawkes chirped and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Have you ever experienced a follower apparition? Relax, it's just a slight discomfort."

"Okay Albus!"

"Don't struggle. Separation is scary. If your head flies off, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to get it back, kid."

"Okay Albus!"

"...I don't think you need to keep calling my name."

"Okay Albus!"

call out--

The two men disappeared in a twisted state, leaving only the portraits in the office still arguing.

Chapter 41: Newt Scamander (Part )

From a purely experiential perspective, Apparition feels worse than Fireplace.

Vaughan felt as if he were squeezed into a circular tube, sliding rapidly around the center of the circle, spinning until he felt dizzy, and then being squeezed out of the tube.

When he stepped onto the ground again, he stumbled and nearly fell, his stomach churning.

Fortunately, I didn't vomit it out.

Dumbledore said in a light tone, "You performed better than I expected, Vaughan. In fact, Fawkes has always been a rather impatient person, and when it comes to Apparition, he is much more violent than many wizards."

"You should have reminded me then, Albus."

"Aren't you surprised?"

"No! No wonder Professor Snape commented on you in front of me, saying that you have a bad taste, are weird, and are confused."

"I never thought that this was how Severus viewed me. It's so sad. He still doesn't know what fun is!"

Dumbledore said with a smile, looked around for a moment, and then said happily: "Oh, Fawkes is not wrong this time. Come on, Vaughn, my kind friend must be preparing a warm welcome for us."

Dumbledore said with a smile, looked around for a moment, and then said happily: "It seems that Fawkes remembered the Scamander family. I thought we would be at the seaside again like last time."

Vaughn also raised his head and looked around.

The place where the two people appeared was a country road. In the distance behind them, they could see the sea surface reflecting the faint moonlight in the night, and the sound of roaring waves could be heard faintly.

Scamander...

Vaughn already knows who he's coming for, Newt Scamander!

Is this Dorset?

Ever since raising Guo Guocha, Vaughn started to be interested in magical beasts. If we talk about who knows the most about magical beasts in the current wizarding world, then Newt Scamander, the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", is definitely the best in the world.

During the summer vacation, Vaughn asked Arthur to inquire about Newt's whereabouts.

But because I had never met him before, I only knew that he lived in seclusion in Dorset.

Of course, his situation was different from Nick Flamel's, and no one would target a retired magizoologist.

So his house was not hidden, but stood beside the country road where the two men appeared.

It was a two-story villa with red bricks and white tiles, looking simple and exquisite.

Dumbledore took Vaughan over and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened and an old lady who looked a little thin appeared in front of the two.

Dumbledore had just raised his hand in greeting, saying, "Good evening, Tina. I..."

As soon as the old lady saw him, she frowned and slammed the door!

Vaughan tugged at Dumbledore's robes. "Is this what you call passion?"

Dumbledore: "..."

……

Ten minutes later, inside the small villa.

The warm fire in the fireplace licked the wood, lighting up the living room with a fiery red.

Dumbledore and Vaughan sat on the sofa, and Newt Scamander brought them tea.

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore, Tina..."

Before he could finish his words, Tina snatched Dumbledore's tea away. "Whenever he came to you, it was to ask you to help him solve his problems. I saw through him a long time ago. We've retired. Do you understand?"

Newt chuckled, "Tina, don't be like this. There are children here."

Tina looked at Vaughn, the frost on her face quickly faded, and she smiled gently, "Don't be afraid, child. Grandma Tina is not a bad person. The bad guy is the one next to you named Dumbledore."

They looked Vaughn over, and Vaughn looked them over, mostly Newt.

Newt's appearance is very ordinary, there is nothing much to describe, except that his eyes are very bright. Not the breathtaking brightness of Dumbledore's, but filled with an innocence that does not belong to such an old age.

A bit like Hagrid, and Professor Kettleburn of Care of Magical Creatures.

Vaughan suddenly discovered that these people who liked magical animals seemed to have very simple minds.