Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Falling asleep beside

After finishing the poem, Vaughan did not turn the page any further. This was a poem he had come across by chance while browsing the Ravenclaw anthology recently, so he had specially sought out the original copy.

The poem has a bit of the Lake School flavor, which is very consistent with the literary and romantic character of Ravenclaw.

But what really caught his attention was the content of the poem.

"Over the years, many people have interpreted this poem, believing that Lady Ravenclaw wrote it out of grief for Helena, and that the shadows and mausoleum in the poem were a foreseeing of her daughter's fate."

But Vaughan sees it differently.

He felt that those people were misled by Helena's name and that they didn't know the existence of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

This poem was most likely written by a seriously ill Ravenclaw lady, recalling her former friend, Salazar Slytherin, who had passed away.

At that time, because of Helena's betrayal, she wanted to have someone to talk to and confide in, but she was afraid of bringing shame to her family, so she could only express her distress to the shadow of Slytherin who had long since left in poetry.

But as for her own ending, she has made arrangements wisely.

The end of the poem reveals that she may have discovered Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets a long time ago, and next to it, she also built a place for herself to hide her secrets.

Let everything of her rest in peace with her death!

Vaughan closed the poetry book, closed his eyes, and sat in the sun, lost in thought.

He no longer had any hope for Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. He had recently been studying memory magic and sorting out his memories of his past life again, focusing on the various details of the original work.

Combined with the information he had recently read, he could judge that the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets had probably been opened many times.

The evidence was that he found the renovation records of Hogwarts. In the 18th century, Hogwarts renovated the entire castle in order to install a sewer system. The person in charge was a man named Corvinus Gaunt.

The Gaunt family, direct descendants of Slytherin.

They have been hiding the entrance to the secret room, which also means that they may have searched the secret room countless times.

It is very likely that all the valuable things have been taken away, leaving only an old snake monster to trap newcomers!

Chapter 64: Potions Research and Development

The speculation and search for the secret room is a small change that Vaughn finds for himself in his busy life.

He had made all the preparations for the new potion and was just waiting for Professor Snape to find time to take him to find the werewolf.

Two days later, when Vaughan came out of the Slytherin common room dressed neatly, he saw Snape standing in a dark corner of the corridor waiting for him.

The eerie and strange look seemed as if they were making some underground connection.

"Professor, get some sun. It won't melt you."

"Shut up!"

"Good professor."

They came to the office together, and Snape handed over a basin of Floo powder with a stern face:

"To Knockturn Alley, don't read it wrong!"

Vaughn suddenly began to miss the reborn Fox. How convenient it was, unlike Floo powder, which would get him covered in dust.

He grabbed a handful and went into the fireplace.

After following the standard procedure, when I opened my eyes, I was already in a dark and narrow alley.

Unlike Diagon Alley not far away, the public fireplace here looks shabby and dilapidated, and there are many sneaky figures hiding in the corners around it.

Every time the green fire soared, the people who appeared after being teleported would tighten their cloaks, move in a hurry, and not dare to stop at all.

Vaughan didn't care much. He brushed off the dust on his body and waited for a while. Then the fire lit up in the fireplace behind him.

But Snape didn't come out immediately.

Vaughan saw him standing in the fireplace, quietly waving his wand...

Vaughn shouted with a smile, "Professor, are you secretly cleaning the ash?"

Then, Snape's gritted teeth came from the fireplace: "Shut! Up!"

Not long after, Snape came out, looking clean and refreshed.

His clothes were straight and his hair was still shiny black without a speck of dust.

If it weren't for Vaughn's previous shout, I believe his character would have been very successful.

He glared at Vaughan and walked towards a shop first.

Knockturn Alley is notorious throughout the wizarding world, where dark wizards conduct all kinds of shady and ugly deals.

But it has been able to exist and not be eliminated by the Ministry of Magic, so it must have its own way of survival.

At least Vaughan knew that many illegal transactions were not actually carried out in Knockturn Alley. There was also an underground block with the entrance hidden among these shops.

For example, Borgin and Burke!

On the surface, Borgin and Burke's is a shop that sells antiques. It is not illegal, but it can be said to be a gray industry that skirts the edge of the Ministry of Magic's laws. As for whether the antiques contain dangerous black magic...what does that have to do with the owner?

When Snape took Vaughn into Borgin and Burke's, the owner of the shop, Mr. Borgin, seemed not to notice and was focused on combing his shiny slicked-back hair.

Only when Vaughn looked at him did he give a greasy smile.

Snape ignored him and pulled Vaughn to the back of the shop, opened a trap door, and jumped down with Vaughn.

It was a narrow cellar, and it was a bit crowded for two people to stand in it. As the trapdoor closed, Snape recited a spell, and Vaughan felt as if the walls around him were moving.

After a moment, the light returned to his vision and he saw a door appear in front of him.

The moment the door was pushed open, a bustling underground block appeared before my eyes. It looked quite dilapidated, with bumpy roads full of dirty puddles.

The smell of rotting frog intestines and fermenting snake venom wafted in the air, making people dizzy and confused.

The light around was dim, with only a few torches scattered in front of a few shops.

The guys, hiding their heads and showing their tails, walked back and forth in the dark and dirty streets, whispering to each other. Occasionally, someone would suddenly chant an evil spell, and the magic light would bring light, and then go out with screams.

Everyone around turned a blind eye.

"What a chaotic place." Vaughn shook his head and sighed when he saw a green light in the distance.

Snape's face was expressionless. He waved his wand and blasted a guy who suddenly rushed over away. At the same time, he said in a tone that seemed to be mocking and warning: "In the eyes of the scum here, children like you are just fat sheep with words written on their faces. I hope you have some self-awareness. I don't want to receive a tearful letter from your parents one day."

Vaughn shrugged. "Don't worry, Professor. I value my life more than you think."

Snape's upper lip curled into a barely perceptible smile, and he said with his signature drawl, "It would be best if—"

After dealing with two nonsense guys again along the way, he took Vaughn to a store.

As soon as he opened the door, Vaughn heard a wizard roaring at the skinny old clerk behind the counter:

"...you promised this potion would cure dragon pox (a wizarding epidemic, the first case of which was caused by having sex with a dragon), damn it, look at my face -"

Flames suddenly burst out of his nostrils on his blue face.

The old clerk waved his broom, repeatedly slapping the wizard's hands as he stretched out to grab him, while explaining: "Those potions are absolutely effective. They are made by Master Snape... Ah, Mr. Snape, you've come at the right time!"

Snape snorted and glanced at the wizard: "There's nothing wrong with the potion. If you hadn't had...close contact with the dragon again, you would have recovered long ago!"

Vaughn, who was standing next to him, looked at the wizard in amazement.

He just thought this was an unlucky guy who was infected, but he didn't expect it to be a warrior...

Perhaps overwhelmed by Snape's title as the Master of Potions, this warrior who danced with dragons finally left in disappointment.

The rescued old clerk thanked Snape, closed the shop door, and took the two to the basement.

"Mr. Snape, these are the werewolves you requested."

He opened a heavy door.

Vaughn looked inside and saw more than a dozen iron cages welded to the rough stone wall of the small room. Some ragged people were lying or sitting in the cages.

Some of them had no light in their eyes, and they were as dazed as puppets, while some of them were growling ferociously like wild beasts.

Vaughn looked at the old clerk and asked, "What are these werewolves? Wanderers? Or are they Greyback's werewolf army?"

The old clerk first looked at Snape and found that Snape was still aloof. He immediately realized that it was the child in front of him who needed this group of werewolves.

Business people wouldn't be enemies with Jin Galleon. The old clerk smiled and took out a list: "Sir, you have everything you mentioned. Their identities are all recorded here. Please take a look."

Vaughn examined it carefully for a moment, nodded, opened his small satchel, and pulled out a bag of gold galleons he had prepared long ago. He handed it to the old clerk and said, "Is it okay for me to use your basement?"

"Of course, sir, please feel free to use it."

The old clerk said this almost flatteringly.

Seeing that the transaction was completed, Snape said, "I'll wait for you upstairs."

"Hey, boy, come here and let me taste your meat!"

"Let me out, you little red-headed white pig—"

When Vaughn walked into the cell full of werewolves and closed the door, the werewolves' threats and roars began to echo in his ears.

These energetic guys are all members of Greyback's werewolf army.

Vaughan held the list in his hand, checking each name against the photos, and turned a deaf ear to their insults.

After more than ten people had taken their seats, Vaughn turned a stone brick into a laboratory table.

He opened his magical little bag and took out the tools from it.

He spent a lot of money to order a microscope from the Muggle community (with a spell that could reveal traces of magic), a set of separation equipment he designed himself (with a simple centrifugal function, used for tissue fluid research), a set of enchanted surgical equipment, an automatic extraction tank, an automatic quill pen...

As these equipment, which cost more than 2000 gold galleons to build, were displayed one by one.

The delighted Vaughan gradually began to hum a little tune.

In the dark basement, the atmosphere suddenly became weird.

When everything was in place, he took out a pair of glasses and put them on - they had a magnifying function - and tapped the parchment list in his hand with his wand a few times.

Then he said happily, "The first experiment, Mr. Marcus... Oh, you just said you wanted to taste my flesh?"

The roar of the werewolf named Marcus suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened under his messy long hair as he looked at the smiling child who raised his wand.

"Transform quickly!"

Under the powerful transformation spell, the iron bars of the iron cage were pulled out one by one, like climbing snakes, twisting and wrapping around Marcus's limbs and covering his head. The other end extended up and down through the roof and the ground, spreading Marcus' limbs wide and hanging him 1 foot above the ground.