Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

In Harry's hazy vision lying on the ground, everything was like a slow motion movie. He saw Vaughn cast the spell he had never heard of. The spell dragged ripples in the air and sharply pierced through the "black robe man's" armor spell and entered his shoulder.

He saw the "black-robed man" roaring, and the tip of his staff lit up with an unprecedented green light:

"Avada——"

He also saw that after Vaughn cast the spell, he immediately took out a fiery red feather from his pocket and threw the feather into the air just before the "black-robed man" finished the spell.

Swing the stick and light it!

"—Kendawa!"

Green light and flames bloomed at the same time and collided!

Fawkes sensed that someone was calling him at Hogwarts. The moment he Apparated, before he could react, he saw a pale green light filling his eyes.

This is probably the worst thing in the world, right?

Fox recognized the green light and this question subconsciously emerged in his mind.

Then it made a "crackling" sound, and all the feathers on its body exploded.

He fell to the ground with his butt, and turned into a bald little chicken...

At the same time, another huge magical power was rapidly approaching from below!

Dumbledore!

The "man in black robe" also sensed it. He let out a completely different roar, one of fear and anger, but still decisively covered his shoulders and turned into a puff of black smoke, fleeing in panic.

It was only then that Vaughn, who had already rushed into the Charms classroom with Hermione and Harry in his arms the moment the phoenix feathers were lit, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankful for my own caution, I informed Ron before coming up.

Thanks Fox!

It was not until this moment that Vaughn realized... his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.

Unlike his previous experience of easily killing trolls, this was his first time fighting a wizard.

The opponent is the famous Dark Lord... Voldemort!

Even though it's just a battle-damaged version...

He subconsciously ignored Quirrell, the guy was useless.

Sitting on the ground and gasping for breath, Vaughan looked at the still limp Harry and Hermione, whose face was pale but eyes were bright. He was in no mood to blame them.

The professors will do it for you.

He looked at the corridor outside the door and saw Fox sitting naked on the ground. His eyes were dull and he seemed to be still immersed in this sudden misfortune.

Vaughn crawled over and held it in his hands, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Fox. I knew you would come."

Fox finally came to his senses and stared at Vaughn in disbelief, his short pink beak trembling.

If it could speak human language, it would have cursed out loud long ago.

Is this something a human could do? Why was he so mean, coming here immediately after sensing a call? He suddenly wanted to turn back time, to the day when Vaughn picked up his feathers. That day, he stood proudly on the scaffold, watching Vaughn treasure his fallen feathers, secretly mocking this poor, weak little wizard.

If it could go back to that day, it would definitely kick itself and then sit on Vaughn's head and peck him madly!

At this moment, a ball of white mist flew up and gathered in an instant. Dumbledore landed and hurried to Vaughan.

The old man looked hurried, his blue eyes quickly looking at Vaughan, the dazed Harry, and Hermione, and found that all three were fine.

He took another look at the corridor that was in ruins due to the flying spells and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he saw Fox, who had already achieved nirvana, in Vaughn's palm...

Dumbledore's lips trembled.

……

"I can't believe it. How could there be such reckless children like you? Two of you skipped the dinner party, sneaked out to play, and encountered a troll. Two of you discovered that your friend was missing, but you didn't tell the prefect or the professor, but went to look for him yourself."

"you……"

In the headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall clutched her chest and breathed deeply to calm her excitement.

Vaughan, Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood obediently in front of her. She had been scolding them for more than ten minutes, but what made Professor McGonagall angry was that none of the four showed any guilt or remorse.

Vaughan looked around, Ron's face was flushed, and Harry looked dazed and dazed, only occasionally glancing at Vaughan and the other professors. It was unknown what he was thinking. Even Hermione, who was always well-behaved and disciplined, was rarely distracted.

Snape was also distracted. He stared at Vaughan with lifeless eyes. No one could guess what he was thinking.

Until Dumbledore called his name: "Severus, you and Filius clean up the troll's body. Our dear Vaughan blew off its head. Blood is flowing everywhere. The scene is very tragic."

Professor Flitwick nodded and left the office with a silent Snape.

Dumbledore then instructed Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, please take Harry, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger to Madam Pomfrey for a checkup... Oh, and Professor Quirrell who is lying in the Great Hall."

Professor McGonagall, still furious, finally stopped scolding. Just as she was calling for them to leave, Dumbledore said, "Vaughan, you stay."

Professor McGonagall hesitated.

She met Dumbledore's blue eyes, but ultimately said nothing.

Ron dragged the dazed Harry along, followed Professor McGonagall with his head held high. Hermione looked at Vaughn worriedly, and only when Vaughn nodded at her did she reluctantly follow him.

Chapter 49 How Much Do You Know?

As everyone left, the oak door of the office closed. Dumbledore clapped his hands, and a wandless and silent spell spread out. The portraits around him, who had been talking a lot, suddenly fell silent.

They closed their eyes and stopped moving, as if their magic power had been suddenly taken away!

Vaughan looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked back at him.

After waiting for a moment, Dumbledore smiled and said, "Vaughn, I have to say, your strength really surprised me. I..."

Vaughn interrupted before he could finish, "I thought you kept me here because you were going to explain something to me."

Dumbledore was silent.

"Explain, why is the Philosopher's Stone at Hogwarts? Why would anyone want to steal it? Why is it so frivolously hidden on the fourth floor? And why..."

Vaughn stared at Dumbledore, his tone intimidating. "...The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher you hired cast the Killing Curse on his own students? Why did you clean up the traces of the battle on the fourth floor and instruct us not to let Professor McGonagall know? What are you planning, Albus?"

For Vaughan, the final battle with Voldemort was a surprise.

Originally, he just planned to follow Quirrell and see if that lousy guy could find the Philosopher's Stone through the three-headed dog Fluffy.

Because he had seen the Mirror of Erised in Dumbledore's office before.

Dumbledore has not yet placed the Philosopher's Stone into the mirror. Once it is placed in the mirror, it will be difficult for him to touch it again.

Even though he knew that Dumbledore might have hidden the Philosopher's Stone somewhere else, with Quirrell and Voldemort leading the way, he didn't mind secretly going to confirm it.

It was just an accident...

Vaughan didn't expect that his and Ron's departure would lead Harry and Hermione to decide to look for them without their permission.

Of course, that was just a minor oversight.

He hadn't thought much about it until he was on the way to the principal's office, and he was responsible for supporting Harry. Harry whispered to him:

"Vaughn, I... I seem to be able to hear the thoughts of that man in black robes... Although it's intermittent, I know all his anger and hatred when you hurt him... Also, Hermione and I went to the fourth floor, probably because of him..."

Harry wanted to ask Vaughan if he had been under some dark spell.

He didn't notice Vaughn's odd expression.

The accident was not caused by Harry and Hermione's unauthorized actions, but because Harry received Voldemort's thoughts?

This was not a big surprise, but the problem was that a month ago, Vaughan had tested it himself and found that the connection between Harry and the Horcrux was not established!

In the original book, as Voldemort was resurrected and the other Horcruxes gradually disappeared, the connection between the two sides became closer and closer.

He was very curious, why did the sudden change happen?

Vaughn thought of the real power in this world - fate!

This is the power he most cannot understand, most respects, and most desires in this world.

This sudden accident made Vaughn feel that he needed to make some changes to his previous decision to linger on the periphery of the vortex of the fate of the Savior and the Dark Lord and observe quietly.

So at this moment, facing Dumbledore, he decided to take the initiative.

This series of questions surprised Dumbledore. His blue eyes became brighter. "Did you discover his identity? Did you see him? Did Harry see him?"

The brain occlumency continued to work. Vaughn looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes and curled his lips coldly: "No, but the disgusting smell of garlic is something I think I will never forget." After saying this, he made a suspicious look: "You mentioned Harry? Is this all related to Harry?"

Dumbledore was silent.

His Legilimency didn't reveal anything unusual, he only saw the anger and doubt in the heart of a little wizard.

And a desire for the truth.

If the person in front of him is an adult, he can still intimidate him.

If the person in front of him was a silly boy like Ron (Ron:?), he could also act crazy and stupid.

But after spending several times with Vaughan, Dumbledore knew that he was not someone to be trifled with. After thinking for a moment, he sighed and said, "It's a long story, Vaughan. I can tell you, but I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut!"

Vaughn had a wooden face. He had kept those secrets secret for 11 years. Who had ever seen him tell anyone?

……

Snape didn't know how he got back to his office.

His head is in a mess.

The memories of the past came back like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The fragrance of medicinal herbs in the office, which usually intoxicated him, could not calm his mind today, and pictures flashed before his eyes.

Many, many years ago, he and a green-eyed girl were lying by the pond.

Willow leaves circled around them like flying birds.

Ten years ago, the same green-eyed woman lay helplessly in the ruins of the Potter family home. He hugged her cold body and cried bitterly...

He thought that was the end. Although Dumbledore always said that the man who killed her was not dead, he always thought that was just Dumbledore's words, a confused old man with paranoia.

But today, he sensed... the evil and dirty magic of his former master!