Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Little Banar was already in tears. He knelt before Vaughn and kissed his robe. "Sir, I saw your efforts in the Daily Prophet. I have gathered more than 200 werewolves for you. They are in London now!"

This werewolf, who lost his parents when he was young and wandered in the mountains and wilderness, has a very simple mind. He will give all his heart to anyone who treats him well.

Since leaving that day, he has been the most active in searching for wizards and werewolves, and has the closest contact with Vaughn.

Especially after seeing the news published in the Daily Prophet yesterday.

Compared to little Bannell, William White was much more reserved. He took off his hat and bowed slightly to Vaughn. After greeting him, he turned around and introduced the two people behind him: "Sir, these are two wizard werewolves who have been helping us get in touch with you. This is Mr. James Brown, and this is Mr. Remus Lupin..."

"Ok?"

Vaughn, who was comforting little Banar, raised his head and looked at the thin and slovenly figure to William's left.

Vaughn ruffled little Banar's hair and asked him to stand up - although it was not a good idea to do so, he felt like he was petting a big dog... Living in the wilderness for a long time might have made little Banar lose some of his humanity.

Although strange thoughts were running through his mind, Vaughn remained expressionless. He looked at the two wizards and werewolves.

James Brown was a young man wearing a tattered robe. It was obvious that he was trying his best to look like a wizard, but the patched and ill-fitting robe made him look even more shabby and embarrassed.

Vaughn sensed the magic carefully and found that the aura of magic on him was complex and weak, even weaker than that of a third-year student at Hogwarts.

All this showed that he was a wild wizard... the kind who had never been to school and had not received formal magical school education.

Such people are not uncommon in the werewolf wanderer community.

Their werewolf virus is usually inherited from their wizard father or mother.

The werewolf virus can be transmitted from mother to child. If both parents are werewolves, the offspring born will be born werewolves. If only one parent is a werewolf, the offspring may be a werewolf (Lupin once worried that the child he and Tonks had would be a werewolf).

Their parents usually come from other countries and are not registered with the local Ministry of Magic, or the local wizarding parents deliberately hide information about themselves and their children.

Therefore, after these children's magic powers awakened, they were not included in the "Book of Admission" and other alchemical artifacts that could record the information of children with magical talents, and could only learn magic from their parents.

This naturally leads to the varying levels of quality among wild wizards.

James Brown looked very excited. He gave Vaughan a stiff bow. "Thank you for your mercy and generosity, Mr. Weasley!"

Vaughan nodded at him. "You're welcome, Mr. Brown."

Vaughn looked at Remus Lupin again. He was a middle-aged man who was as down and out as William White. His tweed coat was almost washed out of color and there were several hideous scars on his face. But his temperament was very gentle and a little depressed, as if he was deeply trapped in some kind of sorrow.

He also walked forward and saluted like William and James. Compared with James, he was much more reserved.

"Hello...Mr. Weasley!"

Vaughn could feel Lupin quietly examining him, studying his red hair, as if trying to guess who he was and what his purpose was.

What a vigilant and righteous guy!

Vaughn laughed, ignoring the other party's secret scrutiny. Instead, he turned to Little Banar and William and asked, "How many people have you gathered in total? Is the arrangement all right?"

"There are over 600 of us in total, sir. After contacting you yesterday, we accepted another tribe. Now everyone is waiting in a park on the outskirts of the city. Remus and several other wizards have cast spells on our tents. They are very spacious and will not be discovered by Muggles."

"Very good." Vaughan nodded, took out a small bag from his satchel and handed it to little Banar. "There are tens of thousands of pounds in it. Take good care of them."

These pounds were collected by him from selling potions in recent years. Pounds were almost worthless in the wizarding world. Gringotts, the only place that could exchange pounds for gold Galleons, was limited to contracts with Hogwarts each year and had to give some quota to young wizards from Muggle families.

In the past, in order to buy Muggle equipment, Vaughan would occasionally allow a batch of potions to be settled in pounds. Every time that happened, the potions were quickly sold out - it was said that Gringotts took the opportunity to sell a lot of "waste paper".

Little Banar said awkwardly, "The money you gave me last time hasn't been..."

"Here, I saw you guys say that many of you brought your children with you. Let's buy some food for everyone!"

“…” Little Banar no longer refused and took it silently.

After resolving the funding issue, Vaughan continued, "There's one more reason I called you here this time. The location has been roughly decided. Before you came, the Minister of Magic basically agreed that I should hold the investiture ceremony in Diagon Alley in the morning of two days from now. You can go there in advance through the Leaky Cauldron... Mr. Brown, Mr. Lupin, you will lead the other wizards and be responsible for organizing everyone, okay?"

James Brown's nose flushed with excitement at the thought of leading a team of more than 600 people to participate in such a major event. He nodded quickly and said, "No problem, Mr. Weasley."

Remus Lupin nodded as well.

Little Barnell and William, both of Muggle origin, had no objection to his arrangement.

They rubbed their hands excitedly, happy that free wolfsbane potion had finally seen the light of day, but also worried whether they could really get what they wanted, as their fate had never been in their own hands!

Vaughn gave them some more instructions, and seeing that it was getting late, he let them leave.

As they quietly exited the Three Broomsticks' back door, Little Bannell whispered to Lupin, "Lupin, I've been wanting to say this before. You should show more respect to Mr. Weasley."

Perhaps people with simple minds are more sensitive. He could sense that Lupin seemed to have some opinions about Vaughn.

This made little Banar very dissatisfied. He didn't like Lupin in the first place - Lupin took the initiative to find their team to join. A few days ago, when he was lobbying a tribe in Yorkshire, this guy suddenly came to him.

Seeing that he was a wizard, everyone agreed to let him join the group, but soon, little Bannell discovered that this guy was intentionally or unintentionally trying to find out what Mr. Weasley's purpose was.

If they hadn't been unable to use the fireplace this time and needed someone to Apparate to take them to Hogsmeade, little Bannell would never have let Lupin come with them.

Lupin replied vaguely. When he walked out of Hogsmeade, he felt in his pocket and suddenly slapped his head. "Oh no! I think my wand fell on the road. I'll go back and look for it. You two can hide in the Shrieking Shack first. I'll come find you later."

"you……"

William pulled little Banar, stared at Lupin for a moment, and nodded: "Okay, we'll wait for you."

As Lupin turned back, he added, "Lupin, hundreds of people are waiting in London, all hoping for a result. This is the first time in several years I've seen werewolves working together for a goal instead of fighting each other, do you understand?"

Lupin paused, but ultimately remained silent.

He returned to the Three Broomsticks, gently pushed open the door that he had deliberately left open when he left, and tiptoed up to the second floor.

The door of the private room was closed, and Lupin opened it silently with a "Holocaust".

The lock core flicked slightly under the power of the spell, and the door opened a crack.

Lupin peeked in and saw Madam Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks, sitting expressionlessly in a chair, while Vaughn held his wand and cast a spell on her head.

The magic pulled out strands of translucent memories from her head. As Vaughn waved his wand, the threads flipped and changed. Some unclear images were pulled out, slightly modified, and then stuffed back in.

"It's Legilimency, memory magic..."

Thinking of this, Lupin's eyes were cold. He pushed open the door and pointed his wand at Vaughn's back.

Vaughn, who was modifying Rosmerta's memory, didn't seem surprised at all. He just said, "Wait a moment, it will be done soon."

"I know her. From the moment she opened the door for us, I knew something was wrong with her... What did you do to Ms. Rosmerta?"

Without relaxing his wand pointing at Vaughan, Lupin said coldly, "Your current behavior is truly a disgrace to the Weasley name. Do Arthur and Molly know this?"

Vaughn ignored him.

With a flick and a tremor of his wand, the last trace of memory was modified, and he carefully manipulated the spell, slowly putting it back into Madam Rosmerta's head.

After everything was completed, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Adults' memories and thoughts are indeed much more complicated."

He leaned close to Rosmerta's ear and whispered softly, "Dear, come down to the first floor. Drinks and snacks have been delivered to the private room upstairs. You want to take a nap while there are not many customers. Everything that happened just now was just a bizarre dream..."

"It was... a sleepy... dream..."

Rosmerta muttered to herself and walked out of the room.

Vaughn watched her leave, then smiled at Lupin with a sense of accomplishment and said, "My memory magic is pretty good, isn't it?"

"..." Lupin's expression became more serious, his wand pointed straight at him, trembling slightly due to the force.

"Well, I thought you were going to cast a spell to stop me just now."

"That would only harm Rosmerta. I also know a little memory magic!"

Vaughan shrugged, took a sip of his drink, and then stared at Lupin curiously: "From what you just said, you actually know my parents... Oh yes, I almost forgot, you were in the Order of the Phoenix."

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​a secret society founded by Dumbledore to fight the Death Eaters.

The Order of the Phoenix disbanded 10 years ago after the Socket Man was shot and killed by one-year-old Harry.

Because of Molly's frequent pregnancies, Arthur and Molly did not join the first Order of the Phoenix, but they had close ties with the Order. Even Molly's two brothers, Fabian Prewett and Gideon Prewett, joined the first Order of the Phoenix, but were killed by five Death Eaters before the end of the war.

Lupin frowned. Did Arthur and Molly tell him?

"Don't frown, dear Remus." Vaughn smiled. "Mom and Dad haven't told us about the past. I have other sources of information... Would you like a drink? This cup of butterbeer is still untouched..."

"enough!"

Lupin interrupted him in a deep voice, "Tell me your purpose, Vaughan Weasley, and don't try to deceive me with the same rhetoric you used to deceive William and little Bannell."

"Hmm..." Vaughn pondered, "So, you think I'm tricking them?"

Lupin snorted coldly. "What else? I heard little Barnall repeat your words. You told them that Fudge harbored evil intentions and that the Ministry of Magic couldn't be relied upon. Once the Ministry of Magic took control of the Wolfsbane Potion, everyone would become puppets of the politicians."

"Isn't what I said the truth?"

"Imaginary facts!" Lupin said angrily. "These are things that haven't happened yet. You are just using them as excuses to achieve your ulterior motives!"

Vaughn didn't get angry or argue with his question. Instead, he asked, "Remus, please tell me, have you signed the Werewolf Registration Act?"

Lupin was speechless.

Of course he hadn't signed it, otherwise he wouldn't have lived in seclusion in Yorkshire.

"You should know what that registration is. It's different from the Muggle registration. It not only records your image and name, but also your magic power and wand, your blood and hair, and even the magical oath..."

The more Vaughan spoke, the deeper his smile deepened. He stared at Lupin with interest. "The Registration Act has been in place for many years, but it has never been implemented. Remus, please tell me why?"

What else could it be? Any werewolf who signed the registration law would never again have freedom.

Even life and death are in the hands of the Ministry of Magic - for wizards, having blood and hair has already satisfied the requirements of some ancient curses!

Unless the werewolves are stupid, no one will sign!

Vaughan continued, "Yes, what I told little Banel and the others was all my speculation, but Remus, do you really think it's impossible?"

The continuous rhetorical questions left Lupin speechless. He also had no position or confidence to guarantee that the Ministry of Magic would not do that!

Looking at the stunned Lupin, Vaughan maintained his kind and calm demeanor and raised his hand to gesture, "Please come in and sit down. If you have any questions, we can talk."

Lupin didn't respond immediately.

The air was somewhat quiet, with only the crackling sound of flames licking the firewood in the fireplace.

After a long moment, Lupin said coldly, "You haven't answered my original question yet. What did you do to Rosmerta?"

There is nothing that cannot be said.

Vaughan said calmly, "A little hypnosis and memory modification. She has some connection to our dear Minister Fudge, and I can't let her know about our meeting."

Hearing this, Lupin finally put down his wand: "Then why are you letting the wandering werewolves go to Diagon Alley? Have you ever thought about what will happen if you let those poor people parade in Diagon Alley? What if they conflict with the Ministry of Magic or the Aurors..."

"There will be no conflict with the Aurors!" Vaughan interrupted his question.

"what?"