Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Did Snape give all his evil to me and all his kindness to Vaughan?

Vaughan was also very surprised. He didn't expect that the professor would give him such a valuable gift.

In fact, Vaughan knew the formula of the Felixir, which was recorded in "Powerful Potion", but he never thought of brewing it.

The conditions are too harsh. One of the main ingredients, the flower of immortality (amaranth, some people translate it as amaranth, but I personally think it is inappropriate. The other meaning of immortality and unfading is more in line with magic) is difficult to obtain. A pot of elixir requires a full 23 petals.

Another main ingredient, the blood voluntarily donated by three-month-old unicorn cubs, is even more daunting.

Not to mention that the entire process of boiling the medicine lasts for 6 months!

Basically, they had to be cautious and nervous for the first half of the year, but Vaughn didn't have that much time to waste.

I didn't expect to receive a bottle today...

"Tsk, if you suddenly give me something so expensive, then wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to give you shampoo?"

Vaughan's remaining conscience twitched for a moment, but he quickly put it behind him and happily put the bottle of Felixir back into the box and put it in the secret compartment.

After opening the gifts from several important partners (material suppliers and pharmacy owners), Vaughn saw a letter.

It was sent by a pharmacist. They were pen pals. When Vaughn was besieged by many conservatives of "Extraordinary Pharmacy", she was the first person to support Vaughn's theory.

"Dear Vaughan Weasley, I am very happy to receive the news that you have been admitted to Hogwarts during my busy journey. Please forgive me for not replying to you until now."

"I arrived in North America. The situation here is quite serious. The Magical Congress is very wary of any incoming wizards. They took my owl away, and Aurors follow me every day, as if they are worried that I will pull out my wand and use magic in front of the No-Majs."

Seeing this, Vaughn frowned.

He only knew that the Magical Congress of North America was the organization that enforced the International Statute of Secrecy most strictly.

There, the wizarding world was completely separated from the No-Maj society.

The story behind this is very complicated. It is said that the North American No-Maj government has been trying to crack the power of wizards. Since the 20s, they have been trying to capture wizards for research.

This caused everyone in the North American wizarding community to feel insecure. After all, not all wizards knew powerful magic, not to mention that there were so many young wizards.

Under pressure and international public opinion, the Magical Congress decided to completely hide the magical world. Up to now, it has introduced a number of policies, requiring wizards not to marry No-Majs, wizards of No-Majs origin not to disclose any information about the magical world to their families, and No-Majs whose secrets are leaked must have their memories cleared.

Vaughan continued reading:

"...The enforcement of the Statute of Secrecy is extremely inhumane. I once met a poor student from Ilvermorny (a North American magic school) who had to use magic in secret to save his sick parents. When the Magical Congress discovered this, the Aurors erased all of his parents' memories of him, and he suddenly became homeless."

"MACUS has taken a tougher stance on intermarriage between wizards and No-Majs, and on Halloween, a witch attacked the Woolworth Building (MACUS headquarters)."

"I heard that she married a No-Maj six years ago and gave birth to three sons. However, they were discovered by the Magical Congress this summer. The memories of her husband and sons were erased. Some people also said that the Aurors eliminated them. But in short, this woman who lost her family has gone completely crazy..."

The following long letters were all about her experiences in North America, which gave Vaughan a clearer understanding of the magical world in that distant place.

Although these perceptions are not very friendly, Vaughn can almost imagine that North America is probably a powder keg now.

She included a thunderbird feather as a Christmas gift, a rare and amazing animal that only has one habitat left in Arizona.

After reading the letter, Vaughan took out the parchment and began to reply:

"Dear Isabella Rosier, I'm glad to hear from you. I've read what you've seen and heard, and I have to say that the situation may be worse than you imagine..."

"If possible, it would be better to return to England or France. Also, I have good news for you. I have developed a potion called Wolfsbane Potion, which will be released soon. I really hope to share the joy with you."

Chapter 67: Night Out with Lao Deng

It took Vaughn more than three hours to deal with all the gifts.

Collect the more meaningful ones, consider how to deal with the food as soon as possible, and reply to any signed letters.

Fortunately, there is no need to write too much. Most replies to customers or classmates can be automatically copied using a few similar templates with a spell-cast quill.

This greatly reduced his workload.

At noon, Vaughan, Ron, and Harry carried a large bag to the Owlery at Hogwarts and mailed the letters one by one.

It was already afternoon when I finished my work.

The only person in the deserted restaurant was Filch, who was hanging mistletoe on the wall.

The wreaths with rows of ginkgo nuts dotted with green branches and leaves look particularly fresh.

When the three of them entered, Hagrid came in carrying a Christmas tree.

He greeted happily, "Harry, Vaughn, Ron, Merry Christmas children, I love your presents."

Vaughan gave him a box of beard care ointment, and it seemed that he used it today. The messy beard in the past now hung softly on his chest, making Hagrid's rough face look a little handsome.

"You're happy too, Hagrid. Want to help?"

"No, no, go eat first!"

There was never a shortage of food in the Hogwarts dining hall, as long as there were plates.

Halfway through their meal, Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick arrived to decorate the auditorium.

With the help of their magic, the hall was soon decorated into a colorful venue, and twelve Christmas trees that Hagrid had worked hard to carry were placed around the room.

Some of the emerald green treetops were lit with candles, some were hung with sparkling icicles, and some had lanterns hanging from them. A handful of fine snowflakes transformed into the shape of wind and mist, flying back and forth between the twelve trees. The tiny ice crystals reflected the candlelight, making it look as dreamy as an animation.

Ron and Harry watched in fascination.

After dinner, the two were still discussing on the way back.

"I've never seen such a grand Christmas party. I'm really looking forward to it!"

Ron asked curiously, "Harry, how do Muggles celebrate Christmas?"

"Of course..." Harry was about to answer when he was stunned. He just remembered that he had never attended a holiday dinner before.

His Christmas was just a cupboard and little candles.

Vaughn patted Ron on the head.

Ron said angrily, "Why did you hit me again?"

"Because you're stupid." Vaughn rolled his eyes at him.

Fortunately, Harry did not remain depressed for too long. When he followed Vaughan back to Slytherin, he remembered the invisibility cloak he had brought with him. He took it out and handed it to Vaughan, asking him to help take a look.

"I'm afraid it might be hiding some dark magic."

Harry said worriedly.

Vaughn looked at the silver-gray cloak in the box and gently lifted it up. It was so light and soft that the moment it left the box, it fell down like liquid, shining like flowing mercury.

"The Deathly Hallows..."

Whispering its real name softly in his heart, Vaughan looked curiously. He unfolded his cloak and put it on. Amidst the exclamations of Harry and Ron, his body immediately disappeared, leaving only his head visible.

After feeling it carefully, Vaughn frowned slightly.

He didn't notice anything special about the Invisibility Cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows.

After a moment, he shook his head and returned it to Harry: "Don't worry, there's no problem."

Harry, who had been frightened several times by Vaughn's use of the black robes, became very cautious. "Can you check it again?"

Vaughn pointed to the anonymous note in the box with amusement:

"That's Dumbledore's handwriting. I recognize it. You're not worried that he'll harm you, are you?"

Hearing this, Harry immediately felt relieved.

Ron quickly urged him to try it on, and the two guys soon had a lot of fun playing with the invisibility cloak. During this time, they saw Malfoy passing by the door and secretly followed him to pull his clothes and hair.

Malfoy was so scared that he ran away.

Vaughn, who was observing, sensing, and trying a few spells from the side, felt more and more that the Invisibility Cloak was not worthy of being on the same level as the Resurrection Stone and the Elder Wand.

Because it has absolutely no other functions except being invisible.

He could still smell lingonberry jam on Harry and Ron...

The only thing worth mentioning is that the invisibility cloak has achieved the ultimate in pure invisibility. Vaughn tried several revealing spells, but none of them worked on it.

But this does not mean that it is really related to the so-called "God".

Vaughan was not convinced that collecting the Deathly Hallows could conquer Death, and he also agreed with Dumbledore's future view - the Deathly Hallows were just alchemical items invented by the Peverell brothers.

It soon got dark, and Harry and Ron, who had not yet had enough fun, were forcibly taken back to the Great Hall by Vaughan.

As night fell, all the lanterns were lit and the auditorium was resplendent.

Lanterns fluttered in the air, and the ceiling was no longer the clear sky and moonlight of the past. It was replaced by magic with fireworks that kept blooming.

There are not many people staying in school, and it seems a bit deserted.

But when the fragrant and sumptuous food appeared on the long table, the atmosphere in the auditorium immediately became lively.

Most of the professors were seated and the dinner was about to begin when Snape hurried in.

The moment Vaughn saw him, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Severus, you're so... huh? Oh—" Professor McGonagall looked at Snape's hair in surprise: "You finally used shampoo?"

This was very obvious. The Potions Professor's hair, which was usually greasy and almost matted, now fell on his shoulders like black satin.

Snape kept a straight face and noticed that Vaughn was looking at him playfully, so he looked away.

Dumbledore arrived after him. Seeing Dumbledore's attire, Vaughn nearly spit out a mouthful of pumpkin juice, and Ron and Harry nearly choked on their potatoes.

The greatest wizard of this century wore a light pink nightgown over his robes. The curvy design, which was supposed to be ambiguous and seductive and highlight youth, made his figure look loose.

Professor McGonagall was so shocked that she spilled her wine: "Albus..."

"A little kid gave it to me. Isn't it beautiful?"

Dumbledore winked at Professor McGonagall.

Then, he pondered for a moment, reached out to take off Professor McGonagall's wide-brimmed hat decorated with flowers, and put it on his head. Then he smiled happily, clapped his hands and said, "Perfect!"

The students below were stunned.

Ron murmured, "It's over, the headmaster has gone completely crazy..."

Harry actually liked Dumbledore's crazy look. After a brief shock, he laughed happily. Seeing Vaughn speechless, he asked, "Vaughn, what's wrong with you?"

"nothing……"

Vaughn said coldly, "I'm just regretting why I gave him that nightgown!"