Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

[Skarpin Apparition Spell LV3 (0/32)]

Vaughn closed the system panel in an instant, looked at the potion in front of him, and chanted a spell.

Soon, familiar light and colors appeared in his eyes, and as he waved his wand, the potion returned to its raw material state.

But what was different from usual was that today his mastery of the Scarpin Apparition Spell suddenly leaped to an extremely deep level.

He gradually began to be able to sense the working process of the spell, and when casting the spell, he injected some more magic power, causing some positive interference with the restoration result.

The result was that the curse-induced reduction of the raw material state did not further deepen into the material itself, but instead gradually began to fluoresce.

That is the magical light of the characteristic!

Noticing the changes in the room, Snape, who was correcting homework, raised his head and looked at the fluorescent lights flashing in the liquid balls floating in front of Vaughn.

He could barely maintain his cool expression.

"You used the Scarpin Apparition Charm to restore the properties of a finished potion, rather than its ingredients?"

He asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"

Vaughn, equally delighted, gently directed the globs of liquid to fall into the vessels and replied cheerfully, "I added a little magical interference technique and unwavering faith when casting the spell, Professor."

But Snape, who was also familiar with the Scarpin Apparition Charm, did not think it was a "little trick".

The more advanced and mature the spell, the more difficult it is to change. Any rash change may cause the spell to become ineffective or even lead to unpredictable consequences.

Vaughan's success showed that he had mastered the Scarpin Apparition Spell to an extremely high level.

At least, surpass him!

Snape's mood was a little complicated for a moment. The first thing that came to his mind was jealousy, jealousy of Vaughn's talent. This was the emotion that anyone would have when they saw someone doing better than themselves.

More or less.

But what followed was joy.

It was a joy that contained many complex thoughts, both because as a teacher, he saw his students achieve something, and because the methods of extracting magic power and new potions had begun to show some light.

What's more, the one who accomplished all this was an "evil Slytherin".

Snape didn't forget Dumbledore's plan to train the famous Potter... Humph!

If he can train Porter, can I also train Vaughn, who will be more famous than Porter in the future?

This thought almost melted the coldness on Snape's face, and he couldn't help but raise his voice the next moment: "Ten points for Slytherin, Vaughn, well done!"

"This isn't a class, professor, or extra credit..."

"I'll explain this to Professor McGonagall."

The biased Snape didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did, just like when he left the office happily more than ten minutes later, he saw Harry's good friend, another Weasley, at the door.

He didn't hesitate to make up an excuse:

"Ron Weasley, because you snooped into the professor's office, Gryffindor will deduct two points!"

Then he lifted his robe and slid away like a bat.

Ron was bewildered, his hands and feet shaking with anger.

Can this world ever be better? When will honest people stop being bullied?

But when Vaughn heard the noise outside, he pushed open the door and asked him, "Ron? What are you doing here?"

Ron immediately felt like a deflated ball.

He picked at the corner of his clothes and stammered, "You, um... can you lend me some money? Halloween is coming soon, and I want to buy some gifts for my friends... Mom said I can use homemade candy, but I... I..."

By the end of his speech, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. He didn't dare look at Vaughn, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.

There was a light flashing in those evasive eyes.

Vaughn didn't say anything, but looked him up and down. Ron's hand on the corner of his clothes tightened even more. He tried to muster up his courage: "I, I can call you, brother... brother..."

Vaughn suddenly laughed out loud.

He didn't expect that this guy who had been stubborn and obstinate since he was a child would actually give in today.

So sudden, so...brave!

Not everyone has the courage to bow to the bully who has been bullying him just to give him a Halloween gift!

Vaughn, who had been trying to tease him, suddenly lost interest: "How much do you need?"

Ron was both delighted and suspicious, and said cautiously, "10...10 Sickles?"

Vaughan took out some money from his bag and gave it to him. Ron still looked dazed as if he was in a dream until the silver coins landed in his palm.

He couldn't help but ask, "You, you don't have any requirements? Are you just going to lend it to me like this?"

Vaughn was speechless.

But he thought of something and a smile slowly appeared on his lips:

"Since you're asking so strongly, I really do need your help..."

Seeing that familiar smile, Ron wanted to slap himself in the face!

Chapter 45: Halloween Eve Incident

In the last few days of October, Hogwarts seemed to be doing just as usual, but in fact, every little wizard was brewing restlessness in his heart.

In the History of Magic class, first-year students began to frequently ask Professor Binns about the history of ghosts and spirits, which completely disrupted Professor Binns' teaching plan - although no one knew whether such things existed or not.

The ghost professor was furious and roared at Seamus Finnigan, who had raised his hand high: "Stop asking those stupid goblins. I won't answer them anymore. Put your hand down, Sean Panic. Five points from Hufflepuff!"

Seamus felt aggrieved: "Professor, my name is not Sean Panik, nor is it Hedge..."

Harry and Ron quickly grabbed him and covered his mouth.

But with the exception of History of Magic and Potions classes (no one dared to ask Snape), the other professors were happy to let the young wizards, who had been studying for two months, relax.

Professor McGonagall, who is always serious, used the desks to turn everyone into a bunch of dancing skeletons.

Professor Flitwick excitedly recounted a wonderful experience he had when he was young, spending Halloween with vampires and werewolves.

Amidst such excitement and anticipation, October came to an end, and on the day before Halloween, Hogwarts was already in a festive atmosphere.

Even though the weather was quite bad at this time.

I don’t know when it started, but the mountains around the school began to be covered with ice and snow, the sky was gray all day long, and the frost on the ground became thicker and thicker in the early morning.

This forced Hagrid to wear his moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves and hat, wrapped up like some furry monster, and work hard to defrost the schoolyard with a broom.

The same is true on October 10st.

Vaughn, holding a book, passed by the courtyard and greeted Hagrid. When he walked into the hall, he found that the braziers and torches originally placed in the hall had been replaced by pumpkin lanterns.

Many decorative ribbons hung from the ceiling, and every little wizard was excitedly discussing the changes in decorations and what programs would be held for Halloween this year.

Fred and George said that last year Dumbledore invited a ghost band to perform, and the humming and humming music made half the people in the hall fall asleep.

Percy said that as a prefect, he had not received any notice from the school and there would probably be no program this year - speaking of Percy, he hadn't seen Vaughn for a long time since he was sorted into Slytherin.

Until he found out that his brother was popular in several houses, one day Percy approached Vaughan and said, "Dear brother, I was very busy recently. I hope no one in Slytherin bullied you."

Vaughan said hehe...

Harry whispered to his friends, "There's definitely no show. Dumbledore is still hiding his little secrets. How could he let outsiders into the school?"

Hermione looked at him with new eyes: "I thought you would complain that it's not lively enough."

"My life is busy enough now."

Harry said dejectedly.

The closer it gets to the Quidditch season, the crazier Wood becomes. If it weren't for everyone threatening him with death, he would probably want to organize Quidditch training on Halloween.

But I still can’t escape training this afternoon!

"Ron, you can accompany me this afternoon... uh..."

Harry decided to take his good friend along to enjoy the good times.

But when he turned around, he found that Ron had not spoken a word. He was in a daze, with tears in his eyes, as if he was about to die and would take one last look at the world.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?"

Ron held Harry's hand emotionally and said, "Harry, take good care of yourself in the future. When you grow up, make more money. If you have anything delicious to eat, drink, or have fun, remember to bring me some..."

Then, he was rendered mute by a silencing spell from across the table.

When Harry looked over, Vaughan, who was reading a book and eating broth, put away his wand as if nothing had happened.

Harry looked around, and everyone around him continued to talk as if they hadn't seen anything -

Isn't it normal for Ron to be bullied by his brother?

Harry turned around silently, pretending not to notice Ron's eyes widening and his arms and legs flailing in struggle.

……

In the evening, after practicing Quidditch all afternoon and with his hair turned into a Mohawk, Harry returned to the Great Hall exhausted. The whole Great Hall had completely changed.

The professors used magic spells to completely transform the pumpkin lanterns, and the flashing lights were colorful.

Countless bats fluttered and flew between the brilliant walls and ribbons, facing the stars and moonlight hanging from the ceiling, while the long table below was piled high with delicious food.

Harry walked over to his usual seat, but only looked at Hermione.

"Hermione, have you seen Ron?"

Hermione nodded and said with a bit of disgust, "He was here before, eating barbecue with his mouth full of grease. Vaughn just called him away."

Harry didn't ask any more questions. In the past few days, he had been listening to Ron say that he agreed to the devil's conditions and how regretful he was.

Maybe the two brothers went to "communicate their feelings" again!

Harry, feeling extremely hungry, quickly forgot about Ron in front of the delicious food.

But he had not started eating for long, when he was chewing a potato, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.

Professor Quirrell rushed in, his face full of horror. He crossed the long table of students that had suddenly quieted down, ran breathlessly to the teacher's table, and cried out to Dumbledore who was looking at him:

"Troll! Troll! In the dungeon..."