Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

其中基础魔咒铁甲咒升到LV4(0/16)，缴械咒升到LV3(2/8)，一个月前从斯内普那里学到的高深魔咒，则重点攻克粉碎咒、幻身咒和神锋无影。

About a week ago, all three were upgraded to LV1, which means I have successfully gotten started and can use them relatively smoothly.

Vaughn didn't practice much after that.

Just maintain a certain amount of training every day, because if you want to improve your proficiency, it will take a lot of time.

Especially the shadowless Shenfeng.

Although it was a dark magic developed by Snape during his school years, it was a rather complex and difficult spell.

Vaughan suspected that Snape had drawn upon some family knowledge of the Dark Arts.

In comparison, the Disillusionment Charm is much simpler. After all, it is a conventional spell. With Vaughn's talent for spells, it is enough for him to master it quickly.

While feeling the subtle changes when he cast the Disillusionment Charm, Vaughan tried to walk as lightly as possible between the stairs and corridors.

Hogwarts at this moment is empty and lonely, and any sound will be amplified by the crisscrossing deep corridors.

Vaughn gently tapped the wand against his ear so that his ear could receive more sound sources.

This was the result of his frequent visits to the library over the past two months - who knows, there might be a seemingly unpopular little spell hidden in one of the books there.

They are usually not very powerful, and some are more like pranks.

For example, the sound transmission spell that Vaughn had cast on himself and Ron before, and the ear-expanding spell he was using now, were all recorded on a piece of yellowed parchment. The heading of the parchment read:

10 spells for cheating on exams.

There was another note in cursive at the bottom of the parchment: Thank you Mr. McLaggen for your hard work in compiling these. I will ask Ms. McGonagall to add them to the list of anti-cheating spells. Yours faithfully, Albus Dumbledore, Professor of Transfiguration.

Poor Mr. McLaggen was in silence mourning for his predecessors from decades ago, while Vaughn was finding new uses for his predecessors' legacy. He listened attentively and soon caught the sound of hurried footsteps.

It passed overhead, going up to the third floor, then the fourth.

Vaughn quickened his pace, but when he reached the third floor, he suddenly stopped in surprise.

He heard a new sound, a faint voice with two teeth chattering, hidden in the Charms classroom on the fourth floor, almost brushing past Quirrell's hurried footsteps.

"Harry...what's wrong with you..."

"It hurts... My head hurts..."

It's Harry and Hermione!

Time passed to 5 minutes ago, Harry and Hermione were about to go find Vaughn and Ron who didn't know about the troll.

Everything went smoothly at the beginning. They successfully hid it from Percy and did not attract anyone's attention, and successfully left the team.

But soon the two became confused. No one knew where Vaughan took Ron. The two wandered aimlessly from the second floor to the third floor. After their momentary impulse was exhausted, Hermione regained her sanity and began to persuade Harry to go back.

"Tell Percy about this and let him ask the professors for help. At least it's better than us wandering around like this." She squatted at the stairs on the fourth floor and whispered to Harry.

Harry hesitated, of course he knew Hermione was right.

But for some reason, his mind is in a mess now, and he can't help but think, go to the next level!

Go up one level!

Go to the fourth floor and take a look!

Those ideas came out of the blue, out of nowhere.

As if coming from the depths of his consciousness, an idea told him that going to the fourth floor would definitely yield something.

He even felt a sense of excitement, anticipation, and joy at the imminent success of his goal.

The emotion was so strong that he could hardly resist it!

"Let's go up one more floor!" Harry urged. "Check the fourth floor. If nothing's there, we can go find the professors."

Hermione had no choice but to agree to him.

To Harry's disappointment, after reaching the fourth floor, they searched for a while but found nothing. Just as he was trying to suppress the increasingly strong desire in his mind and was about to go back with Hermione.

There are footsteps approaching on the stairs!

In the dim light, the two looked at each other. No matter whether the person coming was Percy or the professor, they couldn't let anyone see them, otherwise Gryffindor would lose points again.

Hermione noticed the Charms classroom and immediately pulled Harry into hiding.

The two of them huddled behind the door, looking through the slightly opened crack.

In the dim corridor, I saw a blurry figure with a robe over his head walking quickly.

Who is that?

Although the dim light and narrow field of vision made it difficult for them to distinguish.

But now that the students have returned to their respective college dormitories and the professors are searching for the troll in the basement.

Who would come to the fourth floor? And what would they do?

Harry thought of the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor, with the three-headed dog Fluffy and the trapdoor, which might be the room that hid the Philosopher's Stone.

He glanced at Hermione, who seemed to have thought of the same thing, and she covered her mouth in shock.

Harry wanted to see who it was.

He ignored Hermione's constant shaking of her head, gently pushed the door open and stuck his head out.

The black figure in the robe had reached the middle of the corridor, and Harry could only see his back.

But the moment the man's back came into view, Harry felt an indescribable pain spreading from the scar on his forehead and quickly spreading to his entire head.

The pain was so intense, hot, and sharp, as if someone had driven a red-hot axe into his head.

Harry convulsed and fell to the ground.

Everything in his vision turned into a blurry halo because of the pain, and he heard Hermione's worried cry:

"Harry, Harry, what's wrong with you?"

"It hurts, my head hurts..."

Harry barely suppressed the urge to roar and groaned as he felt Hermione pulling and dragging him, as if she was afraid of being discovered by the figure.

But it was too late. In his hazy vision, he saw the blurry figure in black robe stop.

Perhaps it was the tears caused by the pain, everything in Harry's vision was distorted and stretched. It was a scene like a horror movie, all the light and darkness were twisting and dancing wildly around the back of the man in black robes.

hiss--

hiss--

Harry heard the black-robed man make a hoarse and unpleasant sound, like a venomous snake.

Then, the man in black robe turned around, and the distorted light and shadow disappeared in an instant.

Harry was breathing heavily. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew his headache was gone. However, the bad situation was not over yet. He saw the man in black robe hastily swinging his wand.

"Fainted..."

But just a second before it was finally released, Harry saw a person appear beside him and heard a clear, childish voice shouting:

"Except your weapons!"

It's Vaughn!

A dazzling red light shot out from the air.

It violently charged at the black-robed man, forcing him to retract his wand and swipe it in front of him.

"Armor protection!"

The red light hit the black-robed man and was blocked by a translucent shield, but the power contained in the spell was obviously beyond the black-robed man's expectations. It trembled and flickered!

Chapter 48 Phoenix

The next moment, Vaughn fired another "Expelliarmus" attack.

The black-robed man's armor spell collapsed instantly, but this short period of time was enough for him to prepare a counterattack. The moment the armor spell collapsed, his magic wand also emitted a red light.

But to his surprise, the red light shattered into sparks right in front of Vaughn, and an armor spell that looked more skillful than his blocked his attack.

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

Under the protection of the Level 4 Iron Armor Charm, Vaughn continuously released spells, and red light cut through the dark corridor, forcing the man in black robe to panic.

No one knew how shocked he was.

Because of Vaughn's proficient spells, and also because of Vaughn's abundant magical power, which is almost equivalent to that of an adult wizard.

The black-robed man, who was forced into a state of panic by several consecutive "Expelliarmus" attacks, let out a deliberately distorted and sharp cry: "I'm sorry, Master, help me!"

The moment he finished speaking, the faint and hoarse hissing sound that had disappeared before sounded again in the corridor.

Another strange magical power awakened in the black-robed man.

It was so clear that just a ripple-like wave spread out, causing the faint magical flame on the wall to suddenly turn pale.

It's as if everything is fading.

The man in black robe was screaming and wailing, as if someone was torturing him and also - controlling him!

Harry hissed in pain again.

The horrific scene from a moment ago reappeared, this time even more intense, leaving only a distorted halo outline in Harry's eyes.

He saw the terrifying figure and raised his wand!

Vaughn's expression was more serious than ever before.

"…Voldemort…"

If it weren't for Harry and Hermione, he wouldn't even meet them now, not because of fear, but out of habitual caution!

He has never been afraid of anyone!

All sorts of complicated thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Vaughn faced the terrifying "black-robed man" and used all his malicious thoughts to shout out the spell:

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

There was no light, no sound of breaking through the air, only a silent and incomparably vicious spell that created ripples in the air.