Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

In fact, what Snape didn't notice was that Vaughan mentioned the possible threat posed by the Ministry of Magic, but did not mention that he was the developer of the wolfsbane potion.

He is the one who is naturally closer to werewolves...

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The next day, Snape and Vaughan returned to Hogwarts. The beloved Potions Professor was still thinking about yesterday's problem and continued to suffer from insomnia that night. It was as if he could see a swarm of werewolves that would completely drown him if he closed his eyes.

I didn't fall into a vague sleep until the early morning.

Unfortunately, after only a few hours of sleep, he was awakened by the sound of an owl knocking frantically on the window. Only then did he suddenly realize that Christmas had come!

After opening the window, the owls, which had been frozen for several hours and were already furious, dropped their Christmas presents and sat on his head, pecking at his skull desperately.

Snape impatiently drove them away, tidied his hair, and then checked the names left on the gift boxes one by one.

Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Malfoy...

Turning to the last large box, he saw Vaughn's beautiful cursive handwriting:

[To my beloved Severus Snape, I hope you like it]

Your student, Vaughn Weasley

Snape curled the corners of his mouth and suddenly felt a little expectant, but when he opened the gift box and saw dozens of neatly arranged bottles of shampoo inside, his improved mood immediately disappeared!

"Vaughn—Weasley!"

On the other side, the Sterling Lounge.

Vaughn, who hadn't even closed the door before going to bed, found himself overwhelmed with gifts as soon as he opened his eyes.

He sat sleepily in the sea of ​​gifts, consumed by the annoyances of his increasing fame.

It is foreseeable that this situation will become more and more serious in the future.

All kinds of boxes tied with ribbons were spread from the bed to the floor, but that was not all. While Vaughn was running hot water to wash up, a few more owls flew in.

They looked very tired, as if they had flown a long distance. When they landed on the table, they grabbed the snacks that Vaughn had specially prepared last night and ate them.

Vaughan helped comb their feathers and fed them some water, and finally the poor guys recovered.

After nine o'clock in the morning, no more owls flew over. Vaughn looked at the hundreds of boxes in front of him and felt a little worried.

He called Guo Guocha: "Big darling, go get Ron."

Guoguocha ran out the door excitedly.

After not seeing it for a long time, it especially missed its toy, the strange fat mouse.

The cute big cat ran out of the Slytherin common room. The Slytherins who saw it on the way would make way for it and even leave the door open for it so that it would not be unable to come back without the password.

As a pet, it can be said that it has reached the peak of its life by relying on its owner's power.

After walking through the hall and arriving at Gryffindor Tower, Guoguocha did not take the route that the little lions usually took.

It was a shortcut that Mrs. Norris had told it about, a shortcut that was exclusive to cats - the outer wall!

Harry and Ron had just gotten up.

"Merry Christmas, Harry."

"You are happy too, Ron. Come on, get up. There is a gift under your bed."

Harry heard Ron say with little interest, "I know what it is without even looking. Who else would give me something?"

"Maybe Vaughn's?"

"He already gave it to me, didn't you forget? My wand."

Despite saying this, Ron still jumped out of bed. After a moment, he sighed in disappointment.

"Sure enough, just like every year, the sweater Mom knitted is still a horrible dark purple. Merlin! This is Charlie's—oh, is this dragon scales? Fred and George... Never mind, let's not open it. Those two bastards definitely have bad intentions. I won't be fooled again!"

Amid Ron's grumbling, Harry also began to open his own pile of presents, which was much smaller than Ron's.

To Harry's shock, the Dursleys hadn't forgotten him.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia gave him a neat 50p piece.

Harry was so "touched" that he didn't even want to look at it.

So when Ron's eyes lit up in amazement at this Muggle currency, Harry gave it to him directly.

Soon, Harry discovered the Weasley family's gift.

Ron gave a brand new set of "Chudley's Cannons" full-member set of cards.

Harry liked the orange-red cards, which showed players galloping into the wind.

The book Vaughan gave was "A Guide to the 100 Most Evil Quidditch Players - How to Make the Enemy Players Lose Their Lives".

Harry: "..."

He smiled happily again at the next gift: "Hey, Ron, Mrs. Weasley gave me a sweater too."

It was a bright green sweater, with the same rough stitching, and it caught the light that filtered in from the window, making Harry's face look as if it were poisoned.

Ron suddenly felt a little more balanced.

Then, they found the Invisibility Cloak in the next gift. Harry didn't know who sent it, but from the unsigned note in the gift box, he saw that the Invisibility Cloak once belonged to his father, James Potter.

Ron was very envious, but Harry was a little suspicious. After what happened with the man in black robes, he was not sure whether this thing was a relic left by his father, or perhaps it was a dark magic item?

Just as he was hesitating, Scabbers, who was sleeping soundly in a cage on Ron's desk, suddenly screamed.

The two turned around and saw a giant cat outside the window, with its paws on the glass, staring at Banban with a sharp gaze.

Ron gasped, quickly picked up Scabbers and the cage and yelled at Harry, "Quick, get rid of it, get rid of that damned stinky cat!"

"Uh...it seems like it's coming for us."

Harry saw that Gogocha only stared at Scabbers twice and then meowed at him, so he tentatively opened the window.

Sure enough, Guo Guocha jumped in and called out to them twice, then walked to the door and looked back and forth between Harry and Ron.

Harry scratched his head and said, "Let's go and see. Maybe Vaughn is looking for us?"

Ron was still staring at Guo Guocha warily.

Only after confirming that the big cat had no intention of attacking did they hang Banban's cage back.

"Sooner or later, Scabbers and I will be frightened to death by it and its horrible owner."

Ron angrily followed Guo Guocha.

Before leaving, Harry hesitated for a moment, but still took the box containing the invisibility cloak and prepared to ask Vaughn to help him take a look.

Ron had been mumbling and complaining all the way. When he arrived at Slytherin and walked into Vaughn's dormitory, he saw the gift boxes all over the floor and immediately understood his brother's purpose.

"I knew it, you're not looking for me for good..."

"Ah—Harry, thank you for coming to help as well."

Vaughn, who was waving his wand and sorting the gifts, ignored Ron's gloomy expression and smiled happily.

Look at that sunny smiling face and hundreds of gift boxes packed together.

Harry suddenly wondered why he came here.

"Come on, Ronald, don't look so sad. See these boxes tied with purple ribbons? They're all from my clients. Help me open them and sort the letters inside. Don't mess them up. I still have to reply to them later."

"Harry, I've found you an easy job. These should all be gifts from schoolmates. If any are signed, write them down on this parchment. I'll give them in return. If not, forget it."

Under Vaughn's strong command, the two men lowered their heads in resignation.

Perhaps it was fate, but the first box Harry opened was from Malfoy, which made him feel a little sick. He looked at the note inside the gift and laughed again: "To my beloved Mr. Vaughan Weasley... Haha, this is the first time I've seen this abominable guy speak so well."

In contrast, Ron felt a bit physically uncomfortable. He looked at the notes in his hand that had "Vaughn Sweetheart", "Angel of My Youth", "My Gentle Honey Bee" written on them, and his eyes were dull and he groaned:

"Harry, do you know who Vaughan's clients are? Old witches who have to use potions to smooth out wrinkles and transfer fat to their thighs... Ugh—"

Harry took a quick glance and quickly turned his head.

On the other hand, Vaughn was not idle either. He personally handled the gifts for some relatively important people.

For example, Dumbledore gave a pair of wool socks and said, "Dear friend, I am still in Romania. I am very happy to meet Arthur and Molly. We had a pleasant chat and shared the different sides of you in our eyes. I heard about your development of a new potion. I will rush back to Hogwarts to attend the dinner tonight. Let's talk then!"

"Also, remember the wish I told you about? I really hope it can come true this year."

Vaughan sneered. "Shame on you! You want wool socks? Dream on!"

He gave Lao Deng a cashmere nightgown in a soft pink color, very girlish.

What Hagrid gave was a woven filter cloth (used to filter the residue when brewing potions). The workmanship was a bit rough, but the material was not simple. It was the unicorn tail hair he had collected before.

Sensing the faint magical power flowing obscurely on the filter cloth, Vaughn could only sigh at the wealth of this key manager.

The gifts from his family were the same as before, nothing much to say, except that Ron, who had borrowed money from him before and had more money, gave him a Chudley Artillery doll ornament.

Hermione's was a collection of Robert Southey's poems. Before the holidays, she often saw Vaughan flipping through the Ravenclaw poetry collection and probably thought he liked this romantic style.

Professor McGonagall gave a Transfiguration notebook, which was her lesson preparation experience when she was an assistant to Dumbledore. It contained a lot of her own insights into Transfiguration and Dumbledore's guidance.

Vaughan liked it very much, and immediately found a cover to wrap it up and put it in the secret compartment of the bedside bookshelf.

Professor Flitwick also gave a gift, also a book called "A Brief History of Ancient Magic".

Vaughn flipped through it with interest. It was not a magic book, but a popular science work that introduced the history of ancient magic and the basic knowledge. Ancient magic was completely different from the modern spell system. The conditions for use were relatively harsh, and it required the preparation of spell materials and rituals. It was far less convenient and quick than modern spells. Correspondingly, ancient magic was usually known for its great power.

"When I have time later, I can try to study it."

After putting the book on the bookshelf, Vaughan soon saw Snape's gift. It was a box with very simple packaging. Perhaps it was used by the professor to store materials at some point. It exuded a strange aroma of potion.

But the gift inside is not simple.

The moment Vaughn took it out, he heard Ron take a deep breath.

Harry, who heard the noise, looked at the small glass bottle that Vaughan was holding, which was only the size of his thumb. The bottle contained a golden liquid that looked like molten gold.

Harry was a little confused and asked quietly, "What is this?"

"Lucifer..." Ron moaned in a dreamy voice, "It's the most magical potion. After drinking one bottle, no one will be luckier than you for the next 24 hours. It's like your wish comes true!"

Harry's eyes widened in shock, and his little brain instantly conjured up many scenarios of himself drinking the Felicis Felix potion and having his wishes come true and his troubles and worries solved.

Even though he was a poor student, he immediately understood the power and value of this potion!

Damn it!