Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Unconsciously, he had become more and more accustomed to magic.

At some point, like many wizards, he began to see himself as another class and showed discomfort with everything Muggle.

Should this be considered as him being assimilated into this world?

Under the same sky, Mr. Granger had just finished mowing the lawn at home.

"Jane, what do you think?" (The original book does not mention the Grangers' names, but judging from Hermione's middle name, Jane is most likely her mother's name)

He raised his head and smiled triumphantly at his wife who was cleaning the terrace on the second floor.

Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes. "Your daughter used magic to give her a nice trim at Christmas, and now you've ruined it all."

"Shh—" Mr. Granger hurriedly signaled her to be quiet. He looked around furtively and trotted back into the house. "Have you forgotten the warning from those people in the Ministry of Magic? If the Muggles hear it, Hermione's studies will be over!"

"...You're a Muggle too!"

"No, we are different. My baby daughter is a wizard, so as parents, we are half wizards."

Mr. Granger was elated.

But he soon stopped being so proud, as Mrs. Granger, who was cleaning the terrace, found a few newspapers in the corner where her daughter usually stayed.

She was flipping through the newspaper when she suddenly shouted, "Red hair!"

"What red hair?"

"What else could it be? The one Hermione hates talking about all the time!"

Mr. Granger's face suddenly tightened.

He snatched the newspaper from his wife and looked at the photo of the red-haired boy surrounded by the crowd.

Damn it!

Thinking of the name his precious daughter had been repeating every day during Christmas, Mr. Granger felt sour in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let me see, Vaughn Weasley...it really is that bastard. Damn it!"

Mrs. Granger stood on tiptoe beside him, peering in for a closer look, but disagreed. "She's really beautiful."

"...Which side are you from?"

Mrs. Granger ignored her husband's words and continued to clean the terrace. "What a cute boy! No wonder my daughter likes him."

Mr. Granger's face turned black. "He'd better pray that I don't see him, otherwise, I will definitely break his legs!"

After saying that, he waited for a while, but got no response from his wife.

He turned around and found that his wife had stopped and was looking downstairs in surprise.

"what happened?"

Mrs. Granger turned around blankly: "...The person whose legs you want to break is down there..."

"It's not April Fools' Day, honey."

Mr. Granger smiled, walked to the edge of the terrace and looked out.

Below them, a red-haired jerk kid was smiling and waving at them.

As a father.

If your daughter suddenly tells you one day that she has someone she likes, and that guy appears in front of you, what would you do?

This is a problem every father faces.

The only difference is that for Mr. Granger, this problem came too early... at least 10 years early!

The atmosphere in the Granger household is rather strange right now.

Mr. Granger sat on the sofa, glaring at Vaughan, who was sitting opposite him, smiling.

Mrs. Granger bustled around, bringing snacks and drinks before sitting down next to her husband.

Compared to her husband's stiff expression and attitude, Mrs. Granger was much better. She glanced out the window at the luxury car parked on the curb outside the door. It was the car Vaughn had driven when he arrived. She couldn't help but greet him, "Mr. Weasley, I heard from Hermione that your family is a wizarding family. Do you have any business in Muggle society?"

"No, ma'am, that car outside is not mine. It's a courtesy car arranged by the Muggle hotel."

Vaughn's smile was sweet and clean.

This undoubtedly greatly increased Mrs. Granger's favorability towards him, and also made Mr. Granger even more disgusted.

He couldn't help but hum under his breath: "The only hotels that can afford to send limousines are luxury hotels. Some people are wasting their parents' money at such a young age... Ugh!"

Mrs. Granger elbowed him stealthily and cruelly, her smile a little awkward.

To their surprise, Vaughn, dressed like a wealthy second-generation, was not angry. "I'm sorry, I'm not very familiar with Muggle society. In order to avoid getting lost and attracting attention with my attire, staying in a luxury hotel is the best way I can think of."

"Perhaps Hermione forgot to tell you that I'm a pharmacist and have achieved some success in the wizarding world. Sometimes I'll open a batch of potions and require payment in Muggle currency. Some wizards who have large sums of Muggle currency really like this way of trading."

"It's just a small amount of money for staying in a luxury hotel. At worst, I can earn it back by opening a few more potions next time!"

Mr. and Mrs. Granger: "..."

So sour, as if I had eaten a lemon!

Mr. Granger's cheek muscles twitched, and in a trance, he seemed to see the red-haired boy opposite, with "I'm rich" written all over his face!

Damn upstart!

But before he could taunt her, Mrs. Granger suddenly cried out, "Ah, I remember now."

As she spoke, she hurried upstairs and soon returned with the newspaper she had found earlier. She flipped through it casually and soon said excitedly to her husband, "Look, the newspaper says that Vaughan invented something called Wolfsbane Potion, which caused a big sensation... That's a magic potion, right?"

She asked the last question, looking at Vaughan curiously.

Vaughan nodded. "Yes, ma'am. It has strong political significance. The reason I was able to leave school this time was because the Wizengamot, the legislative body of the wizarding world, held a plenary meeting regarding the Wolfsbane Potion and my proposal. As the proposer and a member of the Wizengamot, I must also attend the meeting."

As he spoke, Vaughn explained to the two what the Wizengamot was and the Werewolf Affairs Committee.

Mrs. Granger covered her mouth in surprise. "Oh my God, so you are a member of the magical community?"

Even Mr. Granger was startled and quickly picked up the newspaper. He had been so busy looking at the photos before that he hadn't read the content at all.

After reading the reports, he realized that Vaughn was not exaggerating at all. Look at what those reports said!

The dawn of the wizarding world, the tearing apart of the Ministry of Magic, the struggle for supreme power!

In Mr. Granger's eyes, the Ministry of Magic = the government, the Minister of Magic = the Prime Minister, and the boy in front of him, whom he had just been criticizing as a nouveau riche, his political enemy is actually the Prime Minister?

Mr. Granger suddenly wondered if he had been under some kind of spell.

Compared to his disbelief, Mrs. Granger accepted it quickly. After all, during the previous Christmas, she slept with her daughter every night to make up for the fact that her daughter left home at a young age.

Hermione told her a lot about Vaughan.

Genius, genius, and more genius...

According to Hermione, no problem seemed to be able to stump this boy who was one year younger than her.

Mrs. Granger knew her daughter well enough to know that she was quite competitive, and she had never before seen her so admire someone her own age.

Mrs. Granger's attitude became more enthusiastic, and Mr. Granger's stern face became less serious.

Vaughn didn't mind the change in their attitudes.

In other words, he takes the initiative to talk about his own affairs in order to show his best side.

The Grangers are adults, and adults are materialistic and realistic. That is not their nature, but the hammer of society has shaped them into this way.

Vaughan was certain that if he were just an ordinary little wizard boy, his relationship with Hermione would never have been supported by the Grangers - this was due to concerns about their age, but also because as parents, they hoped their children could make friends with better people and live a better life in the future.

At most, they would not strongly oppose it because of Hermione's personal wishes and educational philosophy.

Vaughn doesn't like to play the pig and eat the tiger, and he doesn't like to wait for the contradictions to accumulate and intensify before trying to solve them as in some novels, in order to create a pretentious and face-slapping effect... That really goes against the normal thinking of people!

So, after exchanging a few words with Mrs. Granger and Mr. Granger who was finally willing to talk to him.

Talking about the purpose of this visit, Vaughn took out Hermione's letter from his bag and took out two carefully wrapped boxes:

"Sir, Madam, this is my first visit, so I've prepared some small gifts. I hope you don't mind."

"This……"

Before they could refuse, Vaughn had already opened a gift box containing ten bottles of potions. He pushed it towards Mrs. Granger and said with a smile, "Madam, this is a potion I developed myself, the 'Vaughn Beauty' series. It contains a variety of beauty and maintenance effects, with immediate results. There are instructions for use!"

As for the other gift box, it contained a head-mounted eyepiece with an exquisite shape.

"Sir, this is the eyepiece I modified last year for research. It provides a 360-degree panoramic view and X-ray function. Hermione said you are a dentist, so I believe it will be a great helper for you... By the way, the X-ray function is only limited to close range. Be careful not to stare at people!"

Mr. Granger, who had just picked up the eyepiece, blushed when he heard this.

Mrs. Granger, who was curiously looking through the beauty potion nearby, looked at Vaughn in astonishment, "X-ray vision? This..."

Vaughn smiled and gestured, "Sir, you can try."

Mr. Granger put on the goggles hesitantly but impatiently and looked at his wife - perspective always makes people imagine.

But the next moment, he screamed, quickly took off the eyepiece, his eyes were red!

Vaughn smiled and explained, "Sir, in the field of magic, we believe that everything has an aura, especially life. The aura of every healthy life is like the sun... Therefore, it is only suitable for dental care!"

The eyepiece is not an alchemical item, but a product that has been cast a spell on a Muggle product.

With use, the spell's effectiveness diminishes, and it eventually loses its effect.

But for Mr. Granger, apart from being dazzled by the so-called aura of life, he was very satisfied with this gift.

This made him feel much better, so much so that after reading his daughter's letter, he did not object to her expressing her hope that her parents would go to the Weasley family with her during the summer vacation.

In other words, Mr. Granger, who is now gradually becoming obsessed with magic, is actually looking forward to experiencing the real wizard life.

Of course, he would be happier if the experience didn't come at the "sacrifice" of his daughter's happiness.

Having achieved his goal for today, Vaughan declined Mrs. Granger's invitation to have lunch with him.

After receiving the couple's reply, he said goodbye and left.

Watching the limousine drive away, Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes at her husband and complained, "Vaughn is still a child, with a good personality and good manners. I think he's quite nice, but you have to be so angry and glare at me!"

"Humph, don't forget, they are only in middle school!"

"Isn't it normal to be in a relationship in middle school? Also, when you're glaring at someone, can you please put down the gift they gave you?"

"……I do not care!"

Mr. Granger said firmly, holding the magic eyepiece tightly in his hand.

But this toughness soon collapsed completely when Mrs. Granger tried the "Vaughn Beauty" potion.