Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

After saying this, he fell to the ground and fainted.

No one noticed the way Dumbledore stared at Professor Quirrell. All the students were in a panic. The senior students who knew the destructive power of the troll were pale and talked a lot, while the junior students who didn't know the specific situation screamed and shouted.

There are also troublemakers who take the opportunity to cause trouble.

The whole auditorium was noisy.

Until Dumbledore came to his senses, he arranged for several deans to restrain their own colleges and cast a loud spell: "Silence, ladies and gentlemen, unfortunately, the Halloween dinner must be temporarily suspended. Dear prefects, lead the students back to the common room."

"Professors, please follow me to the basement."

Although Dumbledore had left in a hurry, order was finally restored. The deans of the four colleges followed his instructions, gave instructions to the prefects, and hurried to the basement.

Like other little wizards, Harry and Hermione followed Percy ignorantly, listening to some of their classmates who came from wizarding families discussing trolls with either fear or excitement.

It was not until he walked up the stairs that he suddenly remembered something and grabbed Hermione's sleeve in fear:

"Ron and Vaughn!"

Hermione's face suddenly turned pale: "They don't know about the troll... I'm going to find Percy!"

Harry quickly called out to her, "Percy is stubborn. He only cares about looking for the professors, but they are all in the basement now. I don't think Vaughn and Ron are too far away. Let's try looking for them upstairs first."

Chapter 46 Troll

The corridor on the first floor quickly became deserted as the students left.

Only the pumpkin lights coming from the auditorium brought a hint of warmth, and the rest was only quiet and profound.

A strange voice echoed in the corridor——

“De de de de…”

Then, Vaughn's figure suddenly appeared in the air. He looked around speechlessly: "Why are you shaking?"

Ron's nasal voice cried out in the air: "I'm scared... didn't you hear? It's a troll!"

"Thank you for the reminder, but Ronald, I was the one who told you this news. Didn't I say I would protect you and cast a Disillusionment Charm on you?"

As he spoke, Vaughn looked towards the auditorium.

The flickering lights over there shone into his eyes, making them appear bright and dark.

Although I never changed it intentionally.

But Vaughan knew that his very existence was a disturbance to Harry's fate.

Everything that is happening in Hogwarts now is quite different from the novels he has read before. Of course, Vaughan also knows that some things are easily influenced, but some things are destined to happen.

For example, Voldemort wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone!

As long as the Philosopher's Stone remains at Hogwarts, and as long as Voldemort needs it, the events of All Hallows' Eve will remain virtually unchanged.

Because Halloween is the best time to cause trouble. Only then will the young wizards gather together, making management easier. Only then will Dumbledore and the professors feel at ease to leave and concentrate on dealing with emergencies.

Quirrell wouldn't pass up such an opportunity.

Sure enough, everything happened as Vaughn expected, and the troll was put into Hogwarts by Quirrell.

Now, it depends on whether he has the courage to go to the fourth floor...

After waiting for a while, Vaughn finally saw a figure sneaking out of the auditorium. It was Quirrell who had pretended to be unconscious before - the big turban was very easy to recognize.

He looked around for a moment, made sure the professors had left, and hurried upstairs.

Vaughn let out a light breath. The reason he wanted to confirm this was, on the one hand, that he wanted to try and see if there was a chance to get in touch with the Philosopher's Stone;

Without the unicorn blood, what is the current status of Socket Man?

Seeing Quirrell disappear from the stairs, Vaughn was about to say something to Ron when he heard Ron trembling beside him and whispering in fear:

"How can you protect me, a guy like that?"

Vaughn turned around and saw a huge guy at least 12 feet tall, with dull skin and gray skin like rock, walking out from the corner of the corridor in front of him, holding a wooden stick.

The huge creature had a majestic body, like a moving mountain, even though the small head on its shoulders looked funny.

But it does not prevent its huge size from giving people a strong sense of oppression!

Mom...I might really be dying...

Ron began to cry in his heart. He knew that every time Vaughn smiled like that, nothing good would happen. He really shouldn't have agreed to Vaughn's request with such a fluke mentality.

The only thing to be thankful for was that at least he had told Harry his last words during lunch!

“…Bad luck.”

Hearing the sound of teeth chattering in the air around him getting louder and louder, even attracting the giant monster's attention, Vaughn sighed:

"Hey, seriously Ronald, you should stop calling me brother from now on."

He slowly pulled out his wand. The troll opposite had already noticed him. It was panting excitedly and walking towards him quickly.

It was said to be walking, but with the size and stride of the giant monster, it was almost in the blink of an eye before it was close.

The huge wooden stick was raised high.

Ron could barely contain his scream.

Then he saw Vaughn raise his wand, and the face he used to fear showed no hesitation or cowardice:

"Shattered to pieces!"

boom!

The wooden stick, which made a loud sound of breaking through the air, was shattered by a powerful spell, followed by two consecutive spells.

"Split into pieces!"

"Split into pieces!"

The light of the spell flashed through the darkness like lightning.

It slammed heavily into the giant monster, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. The disrupted airflow swayed the candlelight on the wall.

The silly giant monster only reacted at this time. It opened its mouth wide and wanted to scream and roar.

But the moment he opened his mouth, Ron heard Vaughn quickly chanting the spell:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

Some kind of hidden and invisible force gushed out, and the air seemed to become cold for a moment!

next moment……

Ron saw that the giant monster's teeth and tongue suddenly exploded.

The moment the soft and rotten meat was formed, another similar spell struck, and the fragile oral bones could no longer bear it.

puff--

With a muffled sound, the giant's upper jaw and head flew up, and smelly blood gushed out.

Boom!

The giant monster's head fell to the ground and rolled over.

The confused little eyes blinked a few times before they seemed to understand their own ending. The pupils dilated and the spirit disappeared.

Gudong!

Ron's throat rolled and he couldn't help but clamp his crotch.

In just a few seconds, the ups and downs of life were so exciting that his mind was blank.

It was not difficult for Vaughn to deal with a giant monster.

This stupid creature has no other advantages except that its skin is more resistant to spells.

If it weren't for the goal of getting rid of it as quickly and quietly as possible, Vaughn would have many ways to play with it.

He waved his wand to remove the Disillusionment Spell for Ron. The moment the spell was lifted, Ron sat down on the ground with a thud.

Vaughn looked at him and asked, "Did you piss your pants?"

It was a matter of dignity, and Ron finally reacted before nodding.

He stammered, his face flushed, and tried to straighten his chest: "No, no!"

Vaughn was too lazy to pay attention. He pulled out a hair and whispered a spell. The hair immediately caught fire.

He patted the burning ashes on Ron's neck and warned him, "This magic can last for an hour. Go and help me guard the basement exit. If the professors come out and whisper my name, I will know."

Ron's chest, which had just straightened up, collapsed again, and he looked at Vaughn eagerly: "Where are you going?"

Vaughn didn't care whether he agreed or not. Amid Ron's screams, he pulled out another hair from him.

Do the same thing and slap the burning ashes on your throat.

He continued, "If the professors don't come out and you hear me call your name, go down and find Dumbledore. Got it?"

Seeing that Vaughn ignored his question, Ron knew he couldn't refuse, so he could only nod and agree.

After arranging everything, Vaughn touched his trouser pocket and followed Quirrell upstairs along the route he had just left.

In fact, he arranged for Ron to wait in ambush because he was habitually cautious and did not expect it to have any effect.

He dared to follow Quirrell, or rather, Voldemort's reliance was right in his pocket!

Chapter 47 Man in Black Robe

He cast another Disillusionment Spell on himself.

The system panel quietly popped up in front of him and quickly disappeared, but it was enough for him to notice the changes revealed by the information.

[Impersonation spell proficiency improvement]

[Illusion Spell LV1 (1/4)]

Two months into school, Vaughan never slacked off in practicing spells.

Of course, his main focus is still on potions.

So in these two months, I mainly focused on mastering a limited number of spells.