Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Harry opened his mouth, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I accidentally got distracted again today..."

Although he intended to use Harry as a guinea pig, Vaughn did not forget what he wanted to teach him.

Quirrell was active in the school all day long. Even from his appearance, it seemed that Voldemort, who was parasitic on him, was no longer absorbing his vitality and seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

But no one knows when the Dark Lord will wake up and when he will discover his connection with Harry.

Both Vaughan and Dumbledore hoped that Harry would preserve his brain well, rather than being discovered by a master of memory magic like Voldemort and being resurrected.

After thinking for a moment, Vaughan said, "Harry, it seems you lack some sense of urgency."

"……What's the meaning?"

Harry looked at Vaughn who was sitting opposite him and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Vaughn ignored his pale face and said, "You know I won't harm you, so you haven't been very resistant to my intrusions or memory modifications. Your trust and sense of security in me have made your learning of Occlumency very inefficient."

In Harry's impression, Vaughan has never been a very serious person. He has a bit of a bad sense and is smiling most of the time, although when he smiles, it is usually not a good thing.

But overall, he rarely saw Vaughn serious.

Like now...

goodong...

Harry swallowed and asked nervously and cautiously, "So?"

Vaughan answered by raising his wand.

"Legilimency!"

Harry felt dizzy and leaned back subconsciously. After learning Occlumency from Vaughan for more than two months and being a target of Legilimency for more than two months, he had already experienced the wonderful world of the mind.

However, today he did not enter the wonderful scene suspended in the air. He and Vaughn were still sitting on the sofa with the fireplace burning beside them.

Harry was wondering when he saw Vaughn raise his hand and snap his fingers.

The surrounding scenery blurred, the cozy study, the fireplace, the sofa, Harry felt as if he was sitting on a speeding train, and everything around him was left behind.

When his vision cleared again, he saw that he was in a familiar abandoned classroom.

There was also a mirror covered with a black cloth, located in the middle of the classroom.

"Vaughn, why did you bring me here...wait, this is my memory?"

Harry suddenly realized.

"That's right, Harry, this is your memory. You saw your parents here..." Vaughn said slowly, looking at the mirror. Then he turned to look at Harry with a calm expression that chilled his heart.

"This memory must be very important to you, right?"

Harry was horrified. He had guessed what Vaughn was going to do and quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, Vaughn—"

Vaughan sighed: "Harry, you'd better resist me with all your might..."

As he spoke, the black cloth of the Mirror of Erised in Harry's memory was lifted, and Harry saw the figures of his parents emerge in the magic mirror.

And Vaughn was reaching out to press them.

As the palm passed through the space, all the colors faded!

"Do not--"

Harry woke up with a scream, gasping for breath. Panic, shock, and despair at having the most important thing taken away from him, these emotions gripped his heart tightly!

It made it difficult for him to breathe.

Then, a hand stretched out in front of him: "Have a piece of chocolate!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Harry suddenly grabbed the hand and yelled like crazy: "Vaughn, give it back to me! Give me my mom and dad..."

He suddenly stopped and looked up.

Vaughn also looked at him and smiled. "Did you react? How's your fake memory this time?"

"You...I..." Harry stammered, "Just now, was it fake? When?"

"During Legilimency."

Chapter 77 Automatic Response Personality

Harry clutched his chest; the desperate pain he had felt a moment ago still seemed to be stuck there.

So clear, as if I had experienced it myself.

But the result is false?

Seeing his confusion, Vaughan placed the chocolate in his hand and returned to sit on the sofa opposite. "This is an experiment, Harry. Remember what I said before Legilimency? Your lack of a sense of urgency is what's holding you back from learning Occlumency."

"Of course, from my heart, I don't want to use your most precious memory to force you, but you do need some additional means to put pressure on me and eliminate your laziness and indolence. So I just used a technology I'm experimenting with in your brain."

After that, Vaughn asked, "Want to see it?"

Harry was stunned. "How? Go to my spiritual world?"

Vaughan nodded.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry nodded: "Okay..."

He still felt that the so-called false memory just now was too real and completely different from before.

Even though he couldn't control his behavior before, he was actually conscious. He knew that it was the false memory that caused his behavior to get out of control, so after arguing with Snape during the day, he quickly suppressed the influence of the false memory and apologized to Snape.

But just now...

Harry wondered if Vaughan had done something to his brain.

For example, confusing his perception of what is real and what is false.

"Legilimency!"

He felt dizzy again, but this time what appeared before Harry was the familiar spiritual world.

He still sat opposite Vaughn, suspended in the air, with endless darkness beneath his feet and around him. Only a desk lamp floated between him and Vaughn, providing some illumination.

Snapped!

Vaughn snapped his fingers, and Harry subconsciously shuddered. He heard Vaughn chuckle from the other side: "Don't be afraid, I'm adjusting something...ah, it's out."

Harry saw a wisp of gray mist floating out from his body after Vaughn snapped his fingers.

It rose up and soon gathered into a vague mist above his head.

Harry tried to look up and watched the fog gradually take shape, then twist and stretch, and slowly, it changed into the outline of a human figure.

Then, a little light flickered in the fog, hazy, flickering, just like... breathing!

No, that's not right.

Harry watched carefully and found that with each light coming on, countless arcs of electricity gushed out from the depths of the fog. These very, very tiny arcs densely spread to the surface of the human-shaped fog, drawing zigzag lines!

He suddenly remembered the Muggle TV programs he had watched. Some of these popular science films, in order to show the activities of the human brain, would use the visual effects of electric current to express the transmission path of electrical signals in the nerves.

The fog's behavior at this time was very similar to what was shown on TV.

Harry asked in astonishment, "What...is it?"

"I don't know." Vaughn's answer surprised Harry. Facing his surprised expression, Vaughn spread his hands and said, "It's a semi-finished product. It's still far from what I envisioned. There's no need to define it yet..."

He waved to the human-shaped mist and it floated down.

Vaughn leaned in to observe it closely. "In my imagination, it should possess all the thoughts, emotions, and behavioral characteristics of a human being. A personality that, though fake, can be mistaken for the real thing. For example, it can automatically respond to internal or external stimuli... For example, I've inserted your attachment to your parents and your fear of losing them into this framework."

Vaughn smiled at Harry. "What you experienced earlier was actually a deception committed by your love and fear. It's a bit like a dream. Dreams are fake, of course, but when you're dreaming you're so sure it's real that you can't even tell the difference when you wake up. Isn't that interesting?"

"..."

Harry was speechless, and amused... Are you a devil?

Frustrated, Harry stared at the humanoid mist ball in front of him, a little confused: "Then why did you put it into my head?"

"Of course it's to help you, Harry," Vaughan said sincerely. "Originally, I hoped to alter your memory, make you behave more femininely, or think you were a frog, so as to arouse your rebelliousness and make you resist my Legilimency."

"But unfortunately, it seems to have no effect now."

Vaughn sighed and shook his head. "Like I said before, you trusted me too much. Subconsciously, you believed I wouldn't harm you. Even if modifying your memory caused you to embarrass yourself, you knew it was only temporary. You can control it and make amends. So, you started to... become indifferent and shameless, Harry!"

Harry: "..."

"Alas, this is my mistake. I overestimated the stimulation that a brief moment of embarrassment could have on you. I didn't realize that when controlled shamelessness becomes a habit, people will continue to be shameless."

"..."

Harry began to wonder if Vaughan was being oblique about this.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that what he said made sense. As his abnormal behavior was discovered in the past few days, he did gradually get used to it from his initial resistance.

Staring at the humanoid mist for a long moment, Harry asked in confusion, "You just said that the time you erased my memory from the Mirror of Erised was a spontaneous occurrence caused by it exploiting my love and fear?"

Vaughn sat back down across from him and nodded, saying, "Yes, the human brain is a very complex system. It has its own set of deception mechanisms. Let's give you an example."

He raised his hand, the darkness in his inner world rolled, and a long string of misty images were dragged out by him.

Then, a picture detached and flew in front of the two of them.

Harry looked at the screen, which showed the school cafeteria, but it was foggy and couldn't be seen clearly.

Vaughan continued, "This is your memory of your lunch the day before yesterday, Harry. Now tell me, what was placed before you for lunch the day before yesterday?"

This……

Harry was a little dumbfounded, who would remember such details?

He began to try to recall what he was doing for lunch that day. He seemed to have passed the roast quail to Ron or Neville.

Thinking about it, he nodded with certainty: "It's roasted quail!"

Vaughn smiled. He reached out and grabbed his body, pulling out a picture. This picture was much clearer. It was Vaughn's memory.

Through Vaughn's perspective, Harry saw a plate of apple pie in front of him. Ron asked Neville on the other side for roast quail, and Harry helped pass it to him.

Harry's mouth dropped open.

"Look, you weren't paying attention at all. Theoretically, you don't remember. But when you try to recall something due to personal needs or external stimuli, like the question I just asked you, your brain, unable to access your memory, automatically 'imagines' and 'completes' it for you based on the details of the moment. Essentially, it's deceiving you."

"The brain deceives itself to maintain its stability, so that you don't waste energy by getting stuck in a dead end. Therefore, you will subconsciously believe that the deception it makes is true."