Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

"What's that for?"

Little Banar looked at the magnificent auditorium and his own ragged clothes, tears streaming down his face. "It's because we exiled ourselves to the wilderness..."

"Why did you exile yourself?"

"Because we're afraid of hurting others... We're afraid of waking up after every full moon and seeing innocent lives destroyed by our hands!"

Little Banar's voice choked. He cried because of the pain of survival, and also because their kindness was unknown and had even been trampled upon!

The grievance and resentment made his tears flow uncontrollably.

The werewolves behind him also began to sob.

Behind a door, the well-dressed people in the auditorium looked at each other in silence. They silently looked at the werewolves standing in the wind and snow, and watched Vaughn turn around and look at them one by one.

The atmosphere is heavy and depressing.

Although some people still have rigid minds, more people have actually begun to change their attitudes.

Werewolf stories are extremely popular in the wizarding world, but in reality, they rarely see real werewolves. They hear more about Greyback and his werewolf army who do evil everywhere. As for another self-exiled and self-wandering group, at least most people did not know about it before today.

Vaughan looked at the silent people in front of him. He did not expect that a demonstration or a speech could change people's deeply rooted ideas.

That's not what he's after.

For him, as long as he can change the attitudes of some people today and spread what happened today, it is enough.

The spread of the news was for the sake of social opinion among the werewolves, as well as for himself.

The change in attitude of some people present is related to what he wants to do!

Amid the sobbing of the werewolves outside, he walked back to the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've invented the wolfsbane potion, which curbs the werewolf virus. Theoretically, we can begin to address the werewolf problem. But, unfortunately, there's another poison in the human heart that's far more terrifying than lycanthropy—it's called prejudice!"

"The Ministry of Magic has thrown werewolf affairs to the Beast Office, but everyone, they are not beasts. They have intelligence, emotions, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. I can even say that they are all noble people!"

"The Ministry of Magic is undoubtedly biased in its treatment of werewolves. I have been wondering for many days and nights: guided by this prejudice, can the wolfsbane potion really solve the problem?"

"I don't know the answer, I can only take the first step. I mailed the formula to the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries and the Ministry of Magic, and to the respected Minister Cornelius Fudge. I want to know what they think about this matter."

As he spoke, Vaughan looked towards the second floor. Dumbledore, dressed in a purple robe, had sat down there at some point and gestured to Vaughan when he saw him.

He stood up and pointed his wand downwards in front of everyone's surprised gaze.

Wisps of smoke gushed out from the tip of the staff. It was as thick as paint falling into water, falling and spreading along the ground. Soon, it condensed into two simple human outlines.

The moment people saw the two human silhouettes, they recognized them: the short one was Vaughn Weasley, and the short and fat one... was Cornelius Fudge!

Fudge's face turned pale.

He seemed to want to rush forward and say something, but was held back by the cold gazes of Vaughan and Dumbledore.

Soon, this memory magic replayed the conversation between Fudge and Vaughan at the Three Broomsticks.

The overall effect is far inferior to the Pensieve, but in this case, it is sufficient.

"...Child, I need you to agree to a small condition. Use your identity as the inventor of the wolfsbane potion to call on werewolves to abide by the 'Werewolf Registration Act'..."

Upon hearing about the Werewolf Registration Act, the Wizengamot members on the second floor whispered to each other, while the people on the first floor were a little confused.

Vaughan saluted Dumbledore, thanking him for his help, and then waved his hand to disperse the smoke. "It seems some of you are not clear about the 'Werewolf Registration Act'. It is a bill that was enacted around the 17th century. In my opinion, it should be called 'A Method for the Control of Dangerous Beasts'."

"As a magic law, the designer gave it a kind of oath-binding magic when it was first designed. As long as the werewolf follows the requirements of the registration law and leaves detailed personal information, hair, and blood, it will automatically be deemed to have agreed to the oath."

"Those who sign the oath cannot violate any of the provisions of the law, such as where they can live, what time of day they can engage in activities, and what measures must be taken during the full moon..."

Vaughn spread his hands and said, "This so-called bill is not about registration at all, but about putting a pair of chains on the beasts they see!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I invented the wolfsbane potion in the hope of bringing some help to those kind people out there, not to push them into the fire pit... Over the past few centuries, the Werewolf Registration Act has proven ineffective. No one would voluntarily lock freedom, life and death into a single law."

"Or, if werewolves are willing to lock their freedom, life and death into a law, then what will they become?"

The answer is obvious.

Those kind werewolves out there will turn into beasts, beasts belonging to the Law Admins!

Putting aside other aspects of the people present, they were still very sensitive politically. Not to mention the first-class pure-bloods on the first floor who came for this purpose, the Wizengamot on the second floor were already angry.

One of the thin old ladies with a bad temper took off her shoes and threw them at Fudge's head: "You damn short and fat man, what do you want to do?"

"Mrs. Marchbank, please calm down."

"Let me go, Albus, and let me beat this bastard to death. If I had known he would be so greedy, I shouldn't have let him graduate when I was invigilating him!"

Dumbledore, who was over a hundred years old, carefully dragged the old lady Marchbanks, who was even older than him. Amelia Burns also stood up and stopped the old man and woman who stood up tremblingly and cursed at Fudge.

Fudge covered his head in embarrassment, while the loyal Ms. Umbridge beside him showed her professionalism as a lackey, using her fat body to block the Minister.

This also made her the main target of attack from upstairs. Soon, she was covered with shoes and wigs. Her fluffy little curly hair was also stuck with a pair of dentures thrown down by someone.

The reporters were very excited and kept clicking their shutters to record this amazing scene.

They have already thought of the title -

The Wizengamot beats up the Minister of Magic!

A group of centenarian wizards beat up a 50-year-old guy!

The chaotic scene lasted for a while before it returned to calm thanks to the efforts of Dumbledore and Amelia Burns.

After coaxing a group of old wizards who had half a leg in their coffins back to their seats, Amelia stood up and said in a loud voice: "Mr. Vaughn Weasley, your speech today is very... special..."

She glanced back at the werewolves still waiting quietly in the cold wind on the street outside the window and said, "Thank you for bringing the Wizengamot's attention to the fact that not all werewolves are Greyback. So, what is your intention?"

Vaughn looked up at her and replied calmly, "As I just stated, I hope to provide these wandering werewolves with some help, some help that will not be subject to prejudice and discrimination, and will not be shackled around their necks. Therefore, I implore you and Mr. Dumbledore to convene a full meeting of the Wizengamot to discuss the establishment of a Werewolf Affairs Committee!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a lot of discussion in the hall again.

With the previous preparation, everyone already understands the nature of the so-called "Werewolf Affairs Committee" he mentioned.

Vaughn ignored their discussion and continued, "The werewolf issue is a problem for the entire wizarding world and should be shouldered by the entire wizarding world. However, given the Ministry of Magic's backward system and the enormous risks involved, it is clearly unable to assume such a responsibility. Therefore, I propose that the Werewolf Affairs Committee be independent of the Ministry of Magic and that the Wizengamot take back all powers over the management and disposal of werewolves from the Ministry of Magic."

Even Fudge, who was pretending to be dead, couldn't help it now. He struggled to his feet and roared, "Vaughn Weasley, you... you are dividing the Ministry of Magic!"

If looks could hurt, Vaughn would have been ripped to pieces long ago.

Fudge could never have imagined that one day he would fall into the hands of a child.

However, Fudge's roar did not attract Vaughn's attention. He continued in a steady tone, "Taking into account the widespread discrimination in the wizarding world, half of the seats on the Werewolf Affairs Committee must be werewolves. I propose that the remaining half be jointly sent by the Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards..."

International Confederation of Wizards!

Everyone, including Fudge, looked towards the second floor, towards Dumbledore.

In a trance, people seemed to see the greatest White Wizard in the world, who was rumored to dislike power, extending his claws...

Chapter 74 White Devil!

"Breaking news: Hundreds of werewolves gather in Diagon Alley, and Vaughn Weasley's investiture ceremony is plagued by mishaps!"

"Fudge's reputation was ruined. He was beaten by the Wizengamot at the investiture ceremony!"

"The Werewolf Committee: Is it truly working for the welfare of werewolves, or is it actually tearing apart the Ministry of Magic? — The love-hate relationship between Dumbledore and Fudge!"

"Vaughn Weasley, a child looked down upon by everyone, was kind, intelligent, and loving. The werewolves held him in high esteem. According to the werewolves interviewed, Mr. Weasley gave them hope and even covered their recent living expenses out of his own pocket..."

"Vaughn Weasley, a hypocritical, cunning, venomous snake who used the appearance of a child to disguise himself. Look, readers, he attracted those savage werewolves and his ruthless army. The wolfsbane potion is not the dawn of the wizarding world, but the poison bait for Weasley to realize his personal ambitions!"

"Is Dumbledore the kind-hearted headmaster of Hogwarts, or the White Devil plotting to overthrow the Ministry of Magic?"

Late at night, in the principal's office, Vaughn laughed out loud while reading the newspaper.

He stuck his head out and looked at Dumbledore who was fiddling with a plate of candy on the other side, and said jokingly: "See, Albus, someone called you the White King. This reporter is really brave."

Dumbledore twitched his beard, and his face turned stern, not wanting to speak.

He is very depressed now. He had promised Vaughn that he would cooperate with him to promote the establishment of the "Werewolf Affairs Committee". In order to minimize resistance, he agreed to Vaughn's request to introduce the International Confederation of Wizards.

Although he anticipated that his actions might lead to criticism, he did not expect that the criticism would be far greater than he imagined.

He underestimated his influence in the wizarding world as the most powerful wizard of the time. That was not something he could easily eliminate by hiding in Hogwarts.

For such a great man, people will naturally focus on interpreting his every move.

At this time, half a day had passed since the awarding ceremony.

From the moment the werewolves appeared in Diagon Alley, the significance of the investiture ceremony itself had disappeared. The Wizengamot had not yet responded to Vaughn's final proposal, and the investiture ceremony naturally could no longer continue.

As the parliament and highest court of the wizarding world, the Wizengamot serves as both a judicial and legislative body.

It is a loose organization, but has great power, and any decision it makes will be supported by the entire wizarding community.

This is also the reason why Vaughn insisted on holding the event at his own investiture ceremony, because at other times, it would be difficult for him to gather so many Wizengamot members. Without the support of the Wizengamot, the "Werewolf Affairs Committee" would not be able to succeed!

But on the other hand, such great power must be constrained by a set of procedures.

Therefore, any resolution made by the Wizengamot must be discussed and voted upon by all members, and it is impossible to get a result in a short period of time.

Dumbledore ate a piece of cockroach and felt better. "Amelia has sent letters to all Wizengamot members, preparing to hold a general meeting in two weeks. You should receive the letter tomorrow. After all, you are now a member of the Wizengamot."

Vaughn shrugged. "Just an ordinary member."

"Ordinary members wouldn't cause such a big trouble..." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead and asked, "Are those werewolves still in London? How are you going to deal with them?"

"I instructed Remus to take them to Muggle society for a while. Many of them are Muggles or Squibs. They will be able to support themselves after they have a proper identity in Muggle society without the risk of losing control of their transformation during the full moon."

At this point, Vaughn held out his hand to Dumbledore: "Give me 5000 gold Galleons!"

Old Deng was stunned: "...What?"

"5000! Galleons! Before the Werewolf Affairs Committee is established, I have to prepare at least enough wolfsbane potion for them to last two full moons... Tsk tsk, respected White Lord, you're not expecting me to pay for it all, are you?"

"..."

After choking for a while, Dumbledore finally couldn't sit idly by.

He muttered something, walked slowly back to the bedroom, and came back with a bag.

Vaughn calmly stuffed the palm-sized, weightless, charmed bag into his backpack. "Don't feel bad about it. Think about it, you stay at Hogwarts all day, eating and sleeping for free. What's the point of having money? You might as well use it to do something meaningful."

"...Go away, I'm sleepy!"

Vaughan didn't care. He patted his bag and said goodbye to Dumbledore.

After the awarding ceremony, various newspapers urgently added additional editions to report on the appearance of werewolves in Diagon Alley, Fudge's house collapse, and the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee, making the topic extremely hot.

It also made him feel very good.