Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

"You'll know then." Vaughn smiled with a hint of malice, then leaned back in his chair and said, "I haven't concealed my purpose. I just want the wizarding world to see what the living conditions of wandering werewolves are like. I hope to achieve a fair outcome for werewolves. As for selfish motives..."

He thought about it, "Does it count as making myself more famous?"

"...?"

A question mark slowly emerged in Lupin's mind, but he could see that Vaughn was not lying.

He didn't know what to do for a moment.

Of course he could continue to raise his wand and cast a spell, but what then?

Thinking of what William said when he came back, Lupin hesitated for a long time and opened his mouth. He had a lot to say, but he couldn't say it.

His mind is in a mess!

At this moment, Vaughn was looking at Lupin with a smile. In his vision, the whole world was in black and white, with only Lupin's human figure, shining with the brilliance of thought.

The light was twisting and chaotic, and the intense thought activity had turned the colors of the light into a mess.

He watched for a moment, then dismissed him, saying, "Go back, Remus. William and the others are still waiting for you. When you return, you can put aside your prejudice against me and carefully observe those wandering werewolves. Then you can decide whether to question me again."

"Or, you can think about it for a moment. Why would ordinary wanderers like Little Banar and William listen to me when I just asked them to deliver a message?"

"Let's leave it at that for now. I hope our relationship will have changed the next time we meet. You have to understand that I actually hate it when people point wands at me..."

As he spoke, Vaughn raised his hand and waved it gently.

The air suddenly shook, and the solidified air pushed Lupin out of the private room. The door slammed shut, and the air dissipated in the corridor, creating a strong wind for a few seconds. It was not until the spell completely dissipated that Lupin could barely stand firm.

He looked at the closed door in astonishment:

"Was that... a flying spell?"

Chapter 72 Medal Awarding Day

Lupin didn't know how he got out of the Three Broomsticks.

In fact, he never thought that when he was facing a 12-year-old wizard, he thought he had the situation under control, but in fact the other party was just willing to chat with him more and ignored his threats.

He had never seen anyone use the Fly Away Spell like that before.

Also, that huge magical power is not inferior to that of an adult wizard!

He found the Shrieking Shack in a daze, washed his face with snow water, and finally woke up a little. Cooperating with James Brown, two wizard werewolves took two Muggle werewolves and Apparated several times, and finally returned to London.

It was already noon when we arrived. A fire had been lit in the camp and dozens of women were squatting by the lake in the park washing clothes.

They didn't dare go too far, lest they step out of the range of the spells that kept them safe and repelled Muggles.

When the four figures appeared at the edge of the woods, a woman was already shouting, "Banner and William are back! They're back!"

Soon, more than a dozen thin but extremely tall werewolves emerged from the largest tent in the center of the camp.

Little Bannell smiled happily and held up the purse Vaughn handed him: "We met the gentleman, and he gave us tens of thousands of pounds again..."

Everyone who heard it cheered.

The werewolves who came out to greet them asked repeatedly, "Mr. Weasley, do you have any other instructions?"

"When do we start?"

"Don't worry, let's go back and talk!"

The crowd then surrounded Bannell, William and James and went back into the tent. Lupin did not follow them because he felt that his mind was still not clear.

He walked to the lake and scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.

The biting cold finally quieted his buzzing head. Just as he was about to go back, the voice of a little girl next to him stopped him:

"Mum, what's a pound?"

The little girl looked to be about ten years old. She was wearing clothes made from a blanket and shoes crudely sewn from rabbit skin.

Her mother is a wrinkled woman in her thirties: "Pounds are money. Money can be exchanged for food and clothes."

"Like we traded potatoes for hides from Uncle Abad?"

"Well, it's more useful than potatoes. It can be exchanged for many things. Little Aya can eat her fill today." Mom said with a smile.

The little girl then showed a longing expression, and her big eyes seemed to have seen a bowl of food.

You can eat until her belly swells up!

"Mother, Mr. Weasley is such a nice man."

"Yes, he can even cure our illnesses. From now on, little Aya can go out and play and make lots of friends. We won't have to stay locked up in the cave every month because of the full moon, scratching ourselves all over..."

As the little girl listened to her mother's words, her eyes gradually became absent-minded and a light flashed in them.

Lupin, who was secretly listening nearby, suddenly felt his eyes tingle.

He covered his face, hardly daring to look directly at it, fearing that he would burst into tears if he wasn't careful.

He recognized the light in the little girl's eyes.

That is hope...

He hurried away, but the girl's eyes could not be shaken off his mind.

He couldn't help but think back to what Vaughn had said earlier.

Put aside your prejudices and go to the camp and observe!

For some reason, he couldn't help but do it. He paced slowly in the camp, watching someone run away and soon come back in a rented rickety pickup truck filled with food.

Some men and some women dragged and carried the food to unload it. They were tired and sweating, but their faces were filled with smiles.

Some people brought out their own pickled meat, while others dragged out their own dried fruits.

A fat witch with hideous bite marks on her neck was waving her worn wand with a happy smile, and kitchen knives were flying around her. It could be seen that she was enjoying the joy of doing housework that she had been estranged from for a long time.

The tent opened and the children stumbled past his feet.

Holding toys made of straw or wood, they ran to the "kitchen" where more than a dozen bonfires were set up, staring at it with their fingers between their teeth. Every time a pot was set up, they would sniff and drool.

Lupin didn't know when this change had occurred.

It seemed that as these wanderers walked out of the mountains and forests, they were getting rid of their numbness day by day.

Silently, they "came back to life".

A mother and her son passed by him.

"What a wonderful day..."

"Mom, is tomorrow also a good day?"

"Yes, it must be!"

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

"That's right! It must be!"

Lupin didn't want to turn around to confirm the expression of the mother who said this. He could already hear her determination from her tone!

He had always thought that these people responded to Vaughn's call out of ignorance, so he joined in with the idea of ​​saving them, even at the cost of exposing his identity - he originally hated his werewolf identity the most.

Now he knew that they were not ignorant, but...

No one has ever given them hope like they do now!

……

It was still snowing when Vaughan returned from Hogsmeade.

The strong winds in the Scottish Highlands seem to blow non-stop every time the snowflakes fall.

With his cloak fluttering, Vaughan waded through the snow, walked along the winding path, and saw the towering figure of Hogwarts Castle in the wind and snow.

There is also a vast expanse of white that echoes the deep blue of the forbidden forest and mountains in the distance, extending all the way to the distant horizon.

When he reached the gate of Hogwarts, he saw Dumbledore standing at the door, his long beard blown by the wind, and the young Fawkes squatting quietly on his shoulder.

When Vaughan approached, Dumbledore opened the door for him:

"After Fudge returned to the Ministry of Magic, he immediately convened a meeting to discuss inviting journalists from other European countries to attend your investiture ceremony. He called it a press conference... You really saw through him."

Vaughn didn't care what kind of person Fudge was: "What's the result?"

Dumbledore smiled and winked at him. "Barty Crouch tried to stop it. He thought the Order of Merlin, Second Class, didn't need to be so grand. But this only solidified Fudge's idea. A female senior inquisitor named Dolores Umbridge took the opportunity to attack Barty Crouch for obstructing the principles of international exchange..."

"Oh, politics..."

"Yes, politics makes ambitious people greedy, and greedy people crazy. Fudge summoned the Wizengamot. Of course, he deliberately notified me a few minutes late. In short, he eventually forcibly bypassed the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation and sent invitations to media in more than ten countries."

As he said this, he looked down at Vaughn and said, "Everything is as you wish."

Vaughn spread his hands. "It wasn't me who pushed for this. I was just suggesting it. Do you understand?"

"Hum..."

Dumbledore said no more as the two of them walked into the castle. He waved his hand, and the heavy castle door closed, blocking the wind and snow behind them.

Fudge worked hard.

He announced that the ownership of the Wolfsbane Potion had been discussed and that its inventor, Vaughan Weasley, would announce the transfer of ownership at the awarding ceremony, at which time everyone could discuss the export of the Wolfsbane Potion.

Over the next two days, under his lobbying, countries such as France, Germany, Greece, Denmark, and Bulgaria successively confirmed that they would send liaison officers and reporters to the scene.

Even the closed Magical Congress of North America said it would not be absent.

After all, other countries also need wolfsbane potion, and the spread of lycanthropy knows no borders or races.

After the international developments were reported back to England, they sparked wider discussion, and the Daily Prophet has recently been reporting on such matters in a series of articles.

"A spokesperson for the French Ministry of Magic stated that the emergence of the wolfsbane potion has given France hope for alleviating the threat of lycanthropy. We sincerely congratulate Mr. Vaughan Weasley on receiving the Order of Merlin, Second Class."

"The German Ministry of Magic liaison and reporters have set off..."

"The Ministry of Magic is constructing a new building in Diagon Alley to serve as a hall and a place for guests to stay. It is said that Gringotts has been temporarily moved 10 feet away, which has caused great dissatisfaction among the goblins. However, Madam Malkin next door is very happy. She claims that after running her shop for many years, she finally saw the sky this morning..."

"Yesterday, rumors spread in magazines like The Quibbler that Cornelius Fudge was attempting to master the wolfsbane potion and create his own werewolf army. The Quibbler's editor-in-chief, Lovegood, accused Fudge of abusing his power, which Fudge vehemently denied!"

"A wizard named Damocles Belby claimed that he was also developing the wolfsbane potion and was close to success. He told reporters that he was feeling very frustrated because he had been working on it for five years, experimenting with a large amount of materials, but was still one step behind in progress... But when reporters asked if his research could be leaked, Belby denied the claim. He believed that Vaughn Weasley's research and development progress far exceeded his, possibly due to the superiority of his magic extraction method..."

In the Hogwarts cafeteria, Ron put down the newspaper, looking incredulous. "Did you hear that? That woman Rita Skeeter didn't even fan the flames in her report. If it were before, she would definitely have been mean and accused Vaughn of plagiarizing this Belby."