Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

I have to say that the professor is still professional.

Even at this moment, even though he couldn't help spitting venom, he was indeed trying his best to teach Harry.

"Potter, huh... your stupid brain can only crudely resist all attacks, without knowing how to adjust and adapt..."

Harry no longer had the energy to refute. He listened to Snape's words breathlessly, then used the little strength he had finally gathered and gritted his teeth, "Again!"

So, go ahead!

In the 90th minute, as Snape ended his attack again, Harry, who had been holding on with great difficulty, completely exhausted his energy, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Snape was not having an easy time either. He had been using Legilimency for more than an hour straight, and it was the enhanced teaching version that involved a lot of emotional investment.

He was now as pale as Malfoy.

If it weren't for his stubborn belief, he would probably have fallen down.

Even so, his arms, which were resting on the fireplace, were shaking.

Vaughan lifted the spell and clapped softly. "Brilliant! Sharp attack and tenacious defense, Professor. You and Harry have put on a textbook-classic battle of brain attack and defense!"

Snape was not happy at all to hear Harry's name mentioned together with his own.

He suppressed his gasp and said with a straight face, "Go check Dumbledore's savior to see if he is dead!"

"Oh, Professor, Albus and I still trust you. I'm only here in case of any problems. I won't be back tomorrow."

"Humph……"

Vaughn paid no attention to the mocking hum. He walked over to Harry, squatted down, and his eyes gleamed slightly.

In Snape's now invisible mental world, Vaughan saw a humanoid mist ball. He did not take it back, but left it there and continued to record.

He examined it for a moment and said briskly, "The Occlumency technique remains intact. Although it operates passively and its defensive capabilities aren't ideal, it's sufficient for early warning... Hmm, Harry seems wary and resistant to you, Professor. I've never seen him possess such a sensitive subconscious mind after falling asleep before."

This was not something to be proud of, and Snape's expression grew colder.

Ignoring his unpleasant expression, Vaughn checked for a while to make sure there were no omissions before saying with a smile, "Okay, everything went smoothly, and the results exceeded my expectations. Sigh, I should have let Harry accept the professor's instruction sooner!"

stare--

Snape's dark eyes seemed to penetrate Vaughn's head.

"Don't be angry, Professor. It was just a joke. I actually think you and Harry work well together. Sparks fly between you amidst your mutual hatred and disgust. This intense emotional excitement is really..."

"Vaughn—Weasley!"

"Alright!" Vaughn spread his hands, not wanting to stir up the professor's emotions any more. "Let's just stick to the current pace, Professor. Of course, that's enough for today. You can ask Ron and the others to come in and take Harry back."

After saying this, he became invisible again.

Snape panted for a while and finally regained some strength. He glanced uncomfortably at the place where Vaughan disappeared, straightened his robes, and became a calm "ghost" again, waving his wand.

The door opened.

Ron, who had been waiting anxiously outside the door, quickly poked his head in. When he saw Harry lying on the ground with his eyes closed, his face suddenly turned pale.

"Harry—" he shouted, glaring at Snape with his fists clenched.

Hermione, who had already rushed to Harry's side to check on him, said quickly, "Wait, Ron, Harry just fainted."

"--oh……"

Ron stretched out his fist smoothly, scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

Snape curled his upper lip, "Ten points from Gryffindor for Ronald Weasley attempting to assault a professor!"

"I don't, I just have an itchy scalp and haven't washed my hair recently..."

Snape: "...Ten points off for Ronald Weasley being sarcastic about the professor!"

Ron decided to keep his mouth shut.

He and Neville helped Harry up, and before leaving, he asked, "Hermione, why don't we take Harry to the school hospital? I'm afraid he's injured."

Snape's face darkened. "I think you could send him to St. Mungo's. The delicate savior needs 100 wizards to worry about his head. You can also check if your head is filled with troll snot."

Ron and Neville carried Harry and ran away in shame.

From a distance, I could hear his vague mumbling:

"This old bat's mouth is getting more and more poisonous, Neville. If you hadn't held me back just now, I would have definitely punched him."

"Ah? I, I didn't..."

The voice faded away quickly as Neville made his excuses.

Snape felt in a terrible mood, or rather, he had not been happy for even a second in the past two days.

All this was thanks to Dumbledore and Vaughan. So when Vaughan lifted his invisibility and wanted to chat with him, he simply threw away his robe and walked away without looking back.

Looking around the suddenly empty study, Vaughn shrugged his shoulders, sat in the study for a while, and prepared to go back to rest.

In order not to disturb Dumbledore's plan, he could not appear in front of Harry for the time being.

I have to get back to the Ministry through the fireplace early tomorrow morning.

This does have some advantages. At least the blame for skipping classes can be put on Deng.

Vaughan couldn't help laughing when he recalled the scene that night when Professor McGonagall's chest heaved with anger and she stared at Dumbledore's beard.

Then, when he walked out of the Room of Requirement, he saw a big cat meowing excitedly and running around the corner of the corridor.

And Hermione, the girl in her pajamas, huddled in the corner, only her eyes were shining:

"I knew you were there!"

Chapter 84 New Potions Ideas

"How did you find out?"

"It's Guoguocha. It smelled your residual scent and has been acting very anxious."

Vaughan did not take Hermione back to the Room of Requirement. Hogwarts at night posed no danger to Vaughan.

No need to worry about Filch, Mrs. Norris or Peeves like other little wizards.

So he took Hermione directly to the observatory.

This is the tallest tower in the entire Hogwarts. Except for classes, there is usually no one here. The two of them sat on the edge of the observatory. Guo Guocha curled up in Vaughn's arms, rubbing her head against his chest, purring and acting coquettishly.

"Guo Guo Cha, it turns out you were the one who exposed me."

"Meow~"

Guoguocha stretched out his body, his fur reflecting a layer of silver. That was the bright moonlight cast by the moon hanging in the sky, which covered everything that should have been shrouded in darkness.

Hogwarts Castle, standing on the top of a high cliff, is high enough to overlook all the surrounding scenery, not to mention the observatory. This is the best place to see the scenery that Vaughn found after arriving at Hogwarts.

Looking down at this moment, the black lake reflecting the moon is sparkling with fragments of crystal. The dark forbidden forest and the continuous mountains are connected into one color, stretching into the distance of vision. At the end of the horizon, the stars are looming in the mist rising from the forest.

Everything has a completely different aesthetic than during the day.

A quiet beauty.

The gentle wind ruffled the girl's hair. Hermione looked at the scenery in front of her and pursed her lips: "I have never seen the Scottish Highlands at night."

"is it beautiful?"

"Ok!"

Vaughn opened his satchel, pulled out the reply from the Grangers, and handed it to her. "I was hoping to find a chance to give it to you, but it took some time."

Hermione took it and asked, "Did Mom and Dad agree?"

"At least Mrs. Granger is happy. Mr. Granger is a bit hostile to me. He seems to think I cheated him out of his sweetheart!"

Vaughan shrugged, and Hermione smiled, a little shyly and a little sweetly.

Putting away the reply from her parents, Hermione asked softly, "Harry said you've been busy with the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee recently. Is that true?"

"Oh, it's true."

"Then you probably don't have time to come back recently..." The girl loosened the nightgown that had been tightly wrapped around her and took out an exquisite box from her bosom, her cheeks blushing.

"...I was planning on giving it to you on the holiday, but since that's the case, I'll give it to you in advance... This is Valentine's Day chocolate..."

Is Valentine's Day almost here?

It's bad!

Vaughan suddenly realized that he had been so busy recently that he had completely forgotten about this matter.

I was a little panicked at the moment, but Vaughn remained calm on the surface and took it with a smile: "Thank you, I have prepared a gift for you, can I send it to you that day?"

"Hmm..." The girl nodded shyly.

Vaughn breathed a sigh of relief. It was a close call. He managed to fool the situation for the time being.

The next day, perhaps because he knew Valentine's Day was approaching, Vaughn slowly realized... the whole Hogwarts was filled with the atmosphere of youthful restlessness.

As he was wandering around the castle in stealth, he saw many senior students gathered in groups of three or five, enthusiastically exchanging tips on how to express their feelings.

Many people who used to scorn the legends now humbly stand in the crowd, listening to everyone say how effective it is to confess your love under the mistletoe, and that as long as you get the timing right, it will work the first time.

In their mouths, mistletoe has become a love potion.

It was not until he went to Snape's office that Vaughn realized that someone had actually tried the potion.

"Severus, help me take a look, I can't believe these two Weasleys got a batch of love potions from some unknown channel and are selling them all over the campus!"

Professor McGonagall's cheeks trembled with anger.

She has been getting angry more and more frequently lately, and it feels like her heart can't take it anymore.

Fred and George were dejected as she twisted their ears.

On the desk, there was a pile of confiscated bottles and jars. Snape opened one and sniffed it.

When Vaughn came in, he heard him say disdainfully, "Fake!"

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief.

The proliferation of love potions is a serious matter. Although it can only bring false love, it is precisely this that makes it even more terrifying.

Think about it, when you are controlled by a potion and fall in love with someone you don’t like at all, if something else happens... how painful it will be when the effect of the potion wears off!