Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

There is an upper threshold limit, just like when you throw a stone into the lake, the ripples caused by the stone shake the water plants, and the shaking of the water plants is the feedback given by the things affected by the ripples.

But this ripple will eventually dissipate into nothingness, and the place where the ripple finally disappears is the upper limit of the threshold that it can affect.

From that time on, Vaughn began to pay attention to the most unpredictable force in the world - fate!

Vaughan believed that the reason why those foreign pharmacists were unable to give him fame points was probably because of the reality of national boundaries, which prevented him from having a connection with them in destiny.

To put it in practical terms, his influence could not reach beyond England and could not interfere with the lives of those pharmacists, so even if they disliked him or hated him, it would not be reflected in the system's settlement.

Perhaps only a connection of fate can explain this phenomenon.

This time, Vaughn chose wolfsbane potion as his trump card to become a potion master, and he is still testing it.

The wolfsbane potion itself is unlikely to cause a sensation. Only through his hype can it affect the fate of many people, and there is even hope that it can go beyond national borders and affect more people.

But it was precisely because the planning was too strong and eye-catching that Vaughn felt that any of his recent achievements in potions might be overshadowed by the emotional feedback from the "Wolfsbane Potion Incident."

So he decided to put aside the potion for the time being and turn his attention to improving his own strength.

Tomorrow is the day for reputation point calculation.

When Vaughn woke up early this morning, he began to sort out the spells he knew, preparing to select some to practice and study in depth in the coming days with the help of reputation points.

The "Iron Armor Spell" and the "Disarming Spell" must be further studied.

He had been practicing these two spells since he learned them a few years ago. Needless to say, the "Iron Armor Spell", this seemingly simple spell, was the only means of protection for wizards. It could block most spells except for some powerful black magic.

The "Disarming Spell" is a very effective means of attack. After all, except for a small number of powerful wizards, most people cannot do without a wand.

If you take away a wizard's wand, most of his abilities will be wasted.

After deciding on these two spells, Vaughn was in a dilemma when it came to choosing other directions. He wanted to enrich his offensive and defensive methods.

In terms of defense, you can continue to study Transfiguration to supplement the defense besides the "Iron Armor Spell".

But when it came to attacking, he didn't know what to choose.

Currently, he has two directions. One is to delve into memory magic such as "Legitimate Memory", attacking, harassing and restraining the enemy from the direction of memory, to assist "Disarming Spell", "Stunning Spell" and so on.

Another direction is to work hard to develop a powerful spell that the enemy cannot resist.

That's how the Vanishing Spell came into his view.

"Tsk, why didn't I realize before that I actually have a bit of a choice problem..."

Vaughn touched his chin, his eyes scanning the open system panel, unable to make a decision for a moment.

In fact, both have advantages and disadvantages.

After learning memory magic to a certain level, once it can be performed silently and without a wand, it can be activated silently and is the first choice for ambush. The disadvantage is that it does not have strong destructive power and is also restrained by memory magic masters. If you encounter Voldemort, it will most likely be useless.

The Vanishing Spell is powerful enough, but it was developed from Transfiguration and was not originally intended to destroy. Not only does it have counter-spells, it is also restrained by Transfiguration. According to Vaughn's test, the life after disappearance actually still has memory and thinking ability. If it encounters a master of Transfiguration, such as Dumbledore, the person can restore themselves.

Vaughan was in distress and in a bad mood, so when he was about to go to the restaurant for dinner and passed by the common room and saw the prefect, he cast a stunning spell over him.

The prefect didn't even have time to complete his resistance before his eyes rolled back and he fell off the sofa.

The little snakes were silent, and Malfoy buried his face in the sofa cushions, trembling like an ostrich.

All this made Vaughan feel bored. He could only bully these weak people. When would he be able to punch Voldemort and kick Dumbledore?

Selwyn, the weakling who had been knocked down by his Disarming Curse, and Lupin, the weakling who had been pushed out the door by his Silencing and Wandless Flying Curse, said they had something to say...

Chapter 75 Ron and Harry's Social Death Time

At night, Vaughn, who was still trying various spells, received a letter from Zhu Weijuan.

The letter was from my mother, and inside it was just a piece of parchment with the words "Throw me into the fireplace" written on it.

This is certainly not because Molly is crazy and asks her son to burn her, but the name of the parchment is "Throw me into the fireplace". It is an alchemical prop used for fireplace communication.

The frugal Weasley family rarely used such fancy things. This time, perhaps because the wolfsbane potion incident had a huge impact, Molly and Arthur felt that a few letters could not make things clear, so they simply had a fireplace conversation.

There is a small fireplace in the dormitory, but it cannot be used for communication because alchemical props such as "Throw me into the fireplace" utilize the Floo Network.

At Hogwarts, only the large fireplaces in the common rooms of each college and the fireplaces in the professors' offices were connected to the Floo Network.

Vaughan didn't go to the common room, but went straight to Snape.

The professor was still dressed in his gloomy attire. He stood among the densely packed potion materials, his eyes half closed. He slowly said in his classic sarcastic tone, "Well—famous Vaughn Weasley, the new Potions Master, why are you visiting the tiny Potions Professor's office instead of accepting the admiration and flattery of those little idiots?"

Vaughn glanced at the prepared materials around Snape and knew that this arrogant professor had actually been waiting for him.

But sorry, he is not here to study potions today.

Vaughan took out "Throw Me Into the Fireplace" and said sincerely, "Professor, I'd like to borrow the fireplace for a moment."

"..."

Vaughan seemed to see dark clouds gathering above Snape's head. The Potions Professor's face stiffened for a moment, and finally he snorted coldly and walked away, swinging his robe.

Seeing that he was in such a bad mood, Vaughn added another stab before he walked out of the office: "By the way, Professor, I want to practice spells recently, so I won't be coming for a while, so don't wait for me!"

Snape stumbled.

The next moment the door was slammed shut.

With such a bad temper, I wonder who will be in trouble next.

Vaughan observed a moment of silence for the unknown unfortunate person, walked to the fireplace, pulled over Snape's favorite recliner, sat comfortably, and then threw the parchment into the fire.

The parchment immediately caught fire, and the fire in the fireplace expanded rapidly as if it had been catalyzed by something.

Soon, three human figures were outlined in the fire.

"Vaughan—darling!"

Molly screamed.

Vaughan rubbed his forehead. This was why he didn't want to talk on the phone in the common room...

"Mom, Dad, and Ginny, are you home now? How is Charlie in Romania?"

He quickly asked first to prevent his mother from becoming sentimental and talking endlessly.

Molly was distracted. "We just got back, dear. Mom and Dad are so sorry for not being with you. You have no idea how worried I was when I saw the newspaper. Merlin, thinking about you having to face so many adults' difficulties, I—"

Fat Molly touched her chest and was about to faint.

Arthur, who was beside her, quickly patted her on the back.

Vaughn said helplessly: "Mom, the newspapers are all exaggerated. Besides, Dumbledore was with me at the time, and Uncle Oliver was there too."

"I wouldn't be angry if you didn't mention them!" Molly miraculously recovered and shouted with her hands on her hips, "How could Dumbledore let a child like you stand up for yourself? And Oliver, he actually had the nerve to tell the whole family that you defeated Selwyn. As an uncle, how could he let his nephew face an adult wizard? He'd better pray that I can't find him the next time I go to my uncle's house!"

Molly and Oliver are not biological siblings, she only has two biological brothers.

Molly kept on blaming Dumbledore and Oliver, while Arthur's expression gradually became dull, until Ginny jumped up and down anxiously, "Mom, let me talk to Vaughn!"

Molly finally stopped with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

"Wait, honey, Mommy hasn't finished yet... Vaughn, Mommy is proud of your kindness and persistence. Son, I read the report, and it's hard to imagine that there are such kind wanderers among the werewolves. You are right to help them. Don't worry about the obstruction and threats from those who sing the opposite tune. Mommy and Daddy will always support you in doing the right thing!"

"...Thank you, Mom."

Vaughan said, looking at Arthur again: "It may have some impact on Dad. Dumbledore and I played a trick on Fudge. After all, he is Dad's boss."

Arthur showed no fear of his worry. "Don't worry, son. I've already disliked that short, fat guy. The worst that can happen is I'll just resign. Besides, the Weasleys are a pure-blood family after all."

Pure-blood families represent many things in the wizarding world, the most typical of which is the complex relationship between families.

It is probably difficult for outsiders to imagine that Weasley and Malfoy, who do not get along with each other, are actually relatives.

Targeting one pure-blood may lead to the emergence of another group of pure-bloods. This is the secret of the pure-blood families that have continued to exist in the wizarding world to this day.

Vaughan recalled that in the original book, even after Voldemort was resurrected and took control of the Ministry of Magic, Arthur still went to work leisurely at the Ministry of Magic.

He felt a little relieved.

After that, he talked to his parents for a while. Although most of their chatter was disorganized, Vaughn did not feel impatient.

He liked their concern.

They don't care what achievements he has made, they only care about whether he has been wronged. They will support him in doing what he wants as long as it is right.

Especially when Ginny was so anxious that she started kicking her parents' legs, and finally got a chance to speak and cried and said she missed him, Vaughn felt his heart suddenly at peace.

"Vaughn, when can you come home?"

"Well—about a dozen weeks."

Vaughan played a little trick on time, and sure enough, when Ginny heard the word "week", she felt that it didn't seem so long, and she immediately felt less sad.

She ran away happily and soon came back with a furry thing in her arms: "Vaughn, I received your Christmas present. I like it very much. What do you think of naming it?"

The furry thing huddled in her arms and stuck out its tongue stupidly.

It was a cattail, a very docile magical creature. Vaughn had asked Newt for one after seeing it at the Scamanders' house last time.

This amazing animal is perfect for giving to children and is a legal pet.

I discussed the issue of naming the pet with my sister for a while, and the duration of "throwing me into the fireplace" is about to end.

After saying goodbye to Ginny who was reluctant to leave, he agreed with his parents to write to him if he had any problems. As the blazing flames in the fireplace receded, the conversation came to an end.

Vaughn sighed, suddenly feeling that time seemed to pass too quickly.

A little melancholy.

Then, this trace of melancholy disappeared as soon as he walked out of the Potions Office.

In the dark corner of the door, an old man in a light pink robe stood there with a smile...

"Albus, what would the students think if they knew that their beloved headmaster was actually a peeping old bastard?"

"Everyone will understand, Vaughn. You don't know how happy I am when I see a child who is so mature that it makes us worry, can still take the time to talk to his family."

"Then you have to be careful. That kid might cast a spell on you from behind one day."

"I'm happy even if I'm cursed!"

"Why didn't I notice you had this quirk before?"

"Kid, when an old man decides to lose his face, you can't argue with him no matter what."

"...Okay, you win, where are we going now?"