Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

As he was speaking, a passing wizard saw Quirrell and immediately shouted at him, "Professor Quirrell, look, there's a troll!"

The other little wizards around laughed.

Ever since Quirrell was frightened unconscious by the troll yesterday and the troll was killed by Vaughn, no student has given the professor any respect.

Looking at all this, Harry sighed: "If I were him, I would stay away from Hogwarts and never come back."

"Do you think he is the one who wants to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Impossible." Harry said firmly, "You might as well doubt Goyle and Crabbe. Quirrell...what can he do?"

This statement was extremely insulting. In the eyes of the trio, Goyle and Crabbe were basically at the bottom of the humanoid spectrum, and in principle, they couldn't be any lower.

Hermione couldn't help but glare at Harry.

The two of them sneaked all the way into the Slytherin common room in the basement, and soon saw the famous words above an old door.

Sea view room!

"How are we supposed to get in? There's no password!"

Harry was a little nervous. This was the territory of the evil Slytherin. He wondered what the scene would be like inside.

Hermione, holding her schoolbag, said calmly, "Wait for someone to come."

After waiting for a long time, a girl wearing a snake shield badge finally appeared.

Hermione mustered up the courage to stop her: "We are friends of Vaughn Weasley and we want to visit him in his dormitory. Can you open the door for us?"

The girl was tall and strong, with arms thicker than Harry's legs.

She looked the two of them up and down with her fierce and sharp eyes. She seemed to recognize Harry and grinned at him: "Follow me."

The girl read out the password and opened the door.

Hermione and Harry saw the sunlight penetrate the ice outside the huge bay window of the common room, refracting and rippling on the bottom of the water. Water plants swayed in the rippling water, and schools of fish swam leisurely, as if in a dream.

The two of them were a little stunned for a while...

No wonder Vaughan calls it the Seaview Room...

There were quite a few people in the common room, including Malfoy. When he saw Harry come in, he immediately jumped up from the sofa: "Potter, you..."

Just as he said that, he heard the girl pointing to the stairs beside him: "Mr. Weasley's dormitory is over there, two floors up, second exit."

Malfoy quickly sat back on the sofa as if nothing had happened.

Harry also pretended not to see him. It was not until he followed Hermione upstairs that he patted his chest vigorously: "I was scared to death. Malfoy is with so many Slytherins..."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "What are you afraid of? Didn't you notice that when that senior said Vaughn's name, none of them dared to move."

Harry noticed, of course, and was envious.

Who doesn’t want to be that majestic?

Following the guidance of the kind senior student, the two easily found Vaughn's dormitory. As soon as Hermione knocked on the door, it opened. A cute big cat was hanging on the door handle and called out to Hermione.

Hermione smiled happily and hugged it hurriedly: "Oh, the Fruit Tea Club is open, how clever!"

Guo Guocha rubbed her affectionately and brushed Harry with his tail, which was barely a greeting.

Harry didn't care about the cat's different treatment. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Vaughn sitting at the desk by the window, touching a pebble with his wand. As he whispered the spell, the pebble disappeared bit by bit.

It was as if there was an invisible eraser erasing it from the world before my eyes.

Soon, the pebbles disappeared completely, and Vaughn raised his head and looked at Hermione and Harry: "How did you get here?"

"Oh, we wanted to come see you."

Hermione said, then looked longingly at the spot where the pebble had disappeared and asked, "Did you make it invisible? What kind of magic was that?"

In the wizarding world, making an object invisible is not a very uncommon thing. Although we didn't learn it in the first year, Professor Flitwick had given examples of the Disillusionment Charm and the Vanishing Charm when he was explaining spells.

Vaughan didn't answer.

He just looked at Harry who seemed to be deep in thought and suddenly asked, "Harry, what do you think?"

Harry was stunned and hesitated.

With his poor academic knowledge, he should have believed Hermione's words unconditionally.

But he inexplicably felt that the spell Vaughn had just used was actually very scary!

The pebble didn't become invisible; it really disappeared.

He expressed his opinion hesitantly, and Hermione's eyes widened immediately. She had already finished reading all the books for the first grade and consulted some reference books with the professors, but she had never heard of such magic (the Vanishing Charm can only be learned in the fifth grade).

However, before she could ask further questions, Vaughn sighed:

"You have a serious problem, Harry."

Harry: “?”

Chapter 55 Dumbledore, you don't want Grindelwald, cough, Harry

"You have been cast under a dark spell, a rather powerful one at that. The mind of an evil witch is influencing you."

"Look, Hermione doesn't even know the Vanishing Spell, but you vaguely know it. Think about what happened last night, don't you find it scary?"

"But Madam Pomfrey..."

"Don't interrupt. Now he can only influence you briefly, but soon, you won't be able to tell whether the thoughts in your head are your own or those of that dark wizard. Harry, you don't want to be replaced by someone else one day, do you?"

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his face pale and his eyes dull.

No wonder he has been tossing and turning since last night and couldn't sleep all night!

He seemed to see the little man representing him trembling deep in his heart, and an evil shadow stretched out a huge claw, grabbed him and ate him, and then, the face with a bloody mouth gradually turned into his appearance.

Harry shuddered violently and looked at Vaughn in despair, his lips pale and trembling. "Am I going to die?"

"You won't die, there is magic that can save you."

Harry's hope was instantly rekindled, and then he saw Vaughn's face was troubled.

His heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"

"It's a pity I don't know how." Vaughn sighed, "Those are two memory spells, called Legilimency and Occlumency. Occlumency can save you, and Legilimency is a magic that assists in learning Occlumency."

Harry was terrified to hear such bad news so early in the morning. He quickly asked, "Then, where can I learn it?"

Hermione, who felt a chill all over her body as she listened, also looked at Vaughn expectantly.

Vaughan pretended to be thoughtful and embarrassed. After a long while, he said, "Dumbledore knows these two spells, but I don't think he will teach us."

"why?"

"Because they are forbidden, Harry, Legilimency and Occlumency are not to be taught to students."

Hermione couldn't help but say:

"But that would save Harry's life. Dumbledore can't just watch Harry die, right?"

Good girl, you really know how to support the main role!

Vaughan nodded seriously. "I don't believe Dumbledore would be that cruel."

"How about this..." He took out a pen and letter paper: "Harry, you write a letter to Dumbledore, and I will send it to him at lunch time."

Harry took the pen and paper in a daze, wrote the letter as Vaughan requested, and followed Hermione back to Gryffindor in a daze, feeling as if he were sleepwalking throughout the whole process.

He didn't remember what Hermione said to him or what he did. When he regained consciousness, he found herself sitting at the long table in the restaurant, which made Harry's face turn even paler. Suspecting his neighbor of stealing his axe, he didn't think that he was too seriously hurt and was distracted.

Instead, I felt that what Vaughn said was right, his condition was getting worse!

Halloween was still a relatively grand banquet. Dumbledore, who was usually rarely seen at lunch, appeared in the professors' seats.

Harry couldn't help but look at the respected headmaster again and again, but unfortunately the headmaster didn't notice because he was talking to Snape.

"Severus, I need your help with something."

Dumbledore said to Snape, hiding his inner troubles with a smile.

Snape had a wooden face and didn't want to talk at all. Every time Dumbledore came to see him, it was something bad.

But Dumbledore had been thinking about it all night and obviously would not let him go: "I want you to teach Harry..."

At this moment, he was interrupted by an owl that suddenly flew over and threw a letter in front of him.

Then it flew over to the Gryffindor table, landed next to Harry, and pecked his hand.

Watching Harry hurriedly feeding the owl while secretly looking at himself.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, the owl seemed to belong to the Weasley family... But let's take a look at the content of the letter first!

He took a sip of pumpkin juice and pulled out a piece of letter paper.

Snape, standing by, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his knife and fork slowly, and was finally able to enjoy his lunch with peace of mind. He was really afraid that after hearing what Dumbledore asked him for help, he would feel so sick that he wouldn't be able to eat.

Then--

puff!

Dumbledore, who was reading the letter, didn't know what he saw, and was so shocked that he sprayed all the pumpkin juice in front of Snape.

A yellow sticky liquid stuck to Snape's plate, on the roast chicken that was supposed to be delicious.

Several professors nearby were stunned, watching Snape slowly turn his head, as if they could hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

The hand holding the knife and fork had white knuckles and the dark eyes were filled with anger.

"Dumbledore——"

……

In the afternoon, Vaughan came to the principal's office in a good mood.

"Good afternoon, Albus!"

His clear voice made the room full of portraits of elderly people seem to come alive all of a sudden.

Old Headmaster Black kept calling out to the dear Slytherin, and then the white-bearded teacher also kept rushing into Old Headmaster Black's frame and wrestling with him.

The elderly people around watched and encouraged them.

Only Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk with a sullen face.