Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

His face darkened. "It's fine if you're worried about Harry and secretly following him, but why do you have to drag me into this?"

Dumbledore was interested: "Don't you think it's funny?"

"No, I think it's a waste of time!"

As the two were talking, Harry opened some book in the restricted area, and magic spread a shrill, inhuman scream throughout the darkness.

Filch came running over happily, and Harry had to stumble and escape from the restricted area.

What left Vaughan speechless was that he saw Dumbledore smiling and using Transfiguration to trip Harry several times, "guiding" Harry to change his route and find a shortcut from the second floor to the fifth floor.

Then, Professor Snape, who was patrolling the castle, "happened" to arrive and "happened" to know the shortcut.

So, Harry, who was "accidentally" blocked by the professor and Filch in a corridor on the fifth floor, saw a door open beside him and hurriedly hid in it.

It was an abandoned, empty classroom with only a mirror in the center.

The Mirror of Erised!

Watching Harry "survive danger" and "escape disaster" along the way, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and began to explore the magic mirror, Vaughn said helplessly: "It's just that Harry is stupid. If it were someone else, with so many coincidences, they would have suspected it long ago."

Dumbledore smiled: "That's not necessarily true. For example, Ron..."

“…” Vaughn was speechless.

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Chapter 68 Newspaper Interviews and Opportunities

The Mirror of Erised allows one to see one's true desires.

In the mirror, Harry saw a family he had never seen before, his father, his mother, and some people with the same eyes or hair as him, and they smiled at him.

Harry stroked the mirror infatuatedly, as if wanting to hug his family in the mirror.

In the corner, Dumbledore, who was watching all this in secret, wiped his eyes and sobbed, "How touching, Vaughan, did you see it? This poor child..."

Vaughan sneered, "Because he's never met his family. Some old man dumped him on the Dursleys without even a photo!"

Dumbledore pretended not to hear and continued to sob with emotion. It was not until Harry continued to lie in front of the mirror and seemed not to want to leave at all that he raised his hand towards the door. His superb Transfiguration made the floor jump and he imitated footsteps a few times, which scared away Harry who was worried about being caught by the professor.

Vaughn shook his head. "Tsk, you're so cruel, stirring up others' desires and not letting them see enough at once!"

Dumbledore smiled slyly. "Dear Vaughan, didn't you say that before? Everything you see in the Mirror of Erised is false. There is no benefit in dwelling on it."

"That's for you and me, not for a child who has never felt 'love'."

Dumbledore automatically ignored Vaughn's sarcasm and listened to Harry's footsteps hurried away. As he walked further and further away, he lifted the invisibility spell and sighed, "Yes, love. Harry longs for love. Vaughn, as Harry's friend, I think you should..."

"No, I have no interest in training your savior. Although I agreed to help you according to the deal, it doesn't mean I have to follow Harry. I have a lot of things to do and don't have that much time to waste!"

Another attempt failed, but Dumbledore didn't care and took Vaughn to the Mirror of Erised.

The mirror did not reflect their desire!

The two looked at each other in the mirror, staring at each other.

"Vaughn, you really don't want to take a look?"

"I don't. Why don't you look?"

"I've seen it before, it's really great."

"Hehe, last time you said you saw a lot of wool socks, and now you say it's wonderful? I knew you lied to me!"

"I promise I won't lie to you this time, Vaughn, just look..."

The two were in a stalemate when the classroom door opened and Snape floated in like a gliding bat.

He walked between the two of them, but the Mirror of Erised still didn't move.

It's certainly not that it's broken.

If the Mirror of Erised could speak, it would have cursed out loud long ago. How could it have the good of encountering three masters of brain occupation at the same time tonight!

Snape stared at himself in the mirror with lifeless eyes. He replied to Dumbledore in a dry voice, "Potter has returned to Gryffindor and will not come out tonight. Quirrell has not made any unusual moves."

After saying that, he nodded to Vaughn: "Vaughn."

Vaughn also greeted: "Professor!"

Then, the three of them were silent in front of the mirror. Vaughan and Dumbledore looked at each other, and then looked at Snape together.

The burning gaze made it almost impossible for Snape to maintain his expression.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Severus, would you like to try the magic mirror? Vaughn said that if you dare to look, he will."

Vaughn also smiled and said, "Professor, the principal also said that if you dare to look at him, you dare to look at him. Don't you want to know what's going on in his mind all day long?"

Snape: "...childish!"

Despite saying this, Snape did not move his eyes away.

He looked at himself in the mirror, as if longing for something.

The two foxes, one big and one small, who had been trying to make a joke, looked at each other thoughtfully. Dumbledore suddenly seemed to understand: "Oh - Vaughn, I just remembered that we haven't discussed the wolfsbane potion and the political considerations in detail yet. Can we find a place to talk about it?"

"Okay, Professor, let's go together... Oh, you may not understand, so please wait a moment!"

"Child, how can you say that? Severus has just been in school for too long and can't understand complicated things."

"I'm sorry Albus, I've always been quite straightforward. You know, I'm a straightforward and upright person!"

Snape's face twitched and he stared at the two evil guys with his dark eyes. He didn't look at the magic mirror again until they were gone and the footsteps disappeared.

At a certain moment, his numb face reflected in the mirror suddenly disappeared.

A beautiful face with green eyes quietly emerged, and Snape's skinny hand couldn't help but want to touch it, but retreated when it got close.

Outside the door, Vaughn and Dumbledore, hidden once again by magic, stood quietly against the wall, listening to sobs gradually rising from behind them, which gradually turned into heart-wrenching groans, as if someone was desperately suppressing their pain and sorrow...

After hearing that voice, the two of them surprisingly didn't want to test each other or mock each other anymore.

Just be quiet and listen.

It was not until a long time later that Dumbledore raised his hand and used Transfiguration to imitate his and Vaughn's footsteps, gradually approaching from the other side of the corridor, with vague whispers of debate.

When the simulated footsteps approached the door, Dumbledore lifted the invisibility spell.

Vaughn also spoke in unison, pretending to lose his temper and complaining about the "weak old man" as he walked into the classroom.

To Snape, who had tidied himself up, the two seemed to be having an unpleasant conversation. They didn't even look at him, but glared at each other sternly.

Snape suddenly felt very tired and didn't want to care about the conflict between them. He nodded to the two of them and walked away without saying a word.

Dumbledore tiptoed around, peering inside to make sure Snape had indeed left. Then he sighed, "Love can turn a vicious Death Eater into the most vulnerable child..."

Vaughn rarely refuted him.

In his heart, Snape's love for Lily was very pure, and he didn't want to make any comments about that pure emotion.

To his surprise, Dumbledore, who had been lying to him, stood in front of the mirror and pondered for a moment, then suddenly waved at him: "Come, Vaughan, look at mine."

Seeing Vaughn frown, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't force you to remove the brain blockade. I just want you to see what an old man is thinking."

Vaughn was speechless, but he still walked over and looked at the reflections of Ariana, Aberforth, and Getter Grindelwald, who appeared one after another in the mirror, arms around each other, smiling happily...

The moment they appeared, the old man in front of the mirror, who seemed to be always upright, suddenly drooped his shoulders.

He looked at them infatuatedly, at their friendship and harmony, and was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself!

Turbid tears flowed down.

Dumbledore's voice trembled: "Vaughn... There is no turning back in life. Once a mistake is made, no amount of regret will help... Promise me that you will never let the animal side take over your humanity, okay?"

Vaughan said nothing, and Dumbledore didn't seem to want to hear a reply.

He pulled a slip of paper from his sleeve and said, "Pack up your papers and formulas and send them to this address. I've called some old friends, and tomorrow the newspapers will start promoting you!"

"Go back, kid, let me be alone for a while..."

Vaughan wanted to say something, but he didn't. It takes a lot of courage for an adult to open up. In this respect, he admired Dumbledore very much.

At least he can't do it, nor does he want to do it.

He finally left silently, and when he looked back for the last time...

Dumbledore sat on the ground, leaning against the mirror, muttering something under his breath...

On Christmas Eve, Vaughan hurriedly wrote a paper, sorted out the recipe for the wolfsbane potion, and mailed it to the address given by Dumbledore.

He suffered from insomnia for the rest of the time. He didn't know what he was thinking. His mind was in a strange state. On the one hand, there was an almost completely rational shell of thoughts brought about by the brain occlusion technique, and on the other hand, there was a mess of memories inside the shell.

It was not until the early morning when the sky in the distance turned pale that he managed to fall asleep.

Under the same sky, Rita Skeeter got up early and came to Diagon Alley through the fireplace. However, she did not report to the Daily Prophet newspaper office immediately.

Instead, I walked around the entire street. The morning after Christmas was very quiet, but the paintball paper and various waste left in front of the shops showed how lively it was last night.

A breath of peace...

Damn peace!

Rita Skeeter is very dissatisfied with the current peace in the wizarding world. She is a journalist and has almost no moral integrity. She only likes big news, rather than reporting all day about which wizard recited "Teeth as Sticks" to his noisy Muggle neighbors!

Or maybe a few drunk wizards were performing a magic trick in a Muggle square, but when they were Apparating, they split into two bodies, leaving a bloody scene that scared a group of Muggles unconscious.

"Time to make some news!"

Rita said to herself.

But who should be chosen as the target?

Currently, there are almost no people in the wizarding world who are influential enough to write and fabricate news. At least the people being fabricated must be famous to attract people to watch.

Harry Potter is famous, but what can a little kid who stays in school all day do?

Dumbledore?

Well……

Rita thought about it and came to the newspaper office. As a newspaper with the best sales not only in the English wizarding world but also in the world, the newspaper office operated almost 24 hours a day for the timeliness of news.

News collection, editing, review, planning, distribution to branches, printing and publishing...

All aspects of the work are done in this small building.