Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Unfortunately, this thing is hard to stop despite repeated bans. Senior students already know how to make it, and every Valentine's Day, the school can only conduct strict inspections to try to avoid accidents.

Compared to Professor McGonagall's relaxation, the twins couldn't accept it.

"How is that possible? These cost us 5 Galleons!"

"We checked, and the color and smell are exactly the same as what Vaughan wrote."

"Yes, Fred. Vaughn researched love potions two years ago. We secretly looked through his potion notes. There's no way his notes could be wrong!"

The twins looked at each other and whispered, "Is Snape trying to hack our potion?"

"It's possible, George!"

Snape's face grew long: "Weasley - you can whisper louder!"

As he spoke, he saw Vaughn come in, and his expression became intriguing: "Or, you should explain to Mr. Vaughn Weasley..."

The twins turned back stiffly.

Vaughn smiled. "I remember some people solemnly promising me that they would use the money for product development and not waste it recklessly... Fred and George, right?"

"Well, we can explain!"

"Yes, Vaughn. We want to make more money. Developing new products is too expensive, and we have too much Canary Biscuits left over..."

Fred and George tried to make excuses, but Professor McGonagall didn't give them the time.

She grabbed the twins' ears and dragged them out of the office. "Mr. Weasley, although you haven't committed a serious crime, reselling counterfeit medicine is still a serious violation of school discipline. Now, follow me to detention. It just so happens that your brother Ron Weasley can accompany you!"

The twins screamed as they were dragged away.

Vaughn ignored them. He walked to the desk, opened a bottle of potion and smelled it.

"Yes, it is indeed fake. It is dyed pink with honey syrup, which can only fool laymen."

"A famous new Potions Master, but his brothers are amateurs... humph!"

Knowing that Snape was upset, Vaughn didn't care about his ridicule. While looking at the herbs in the office, he casually asked, "Professor, what do you think is a good gift for a girl on Valentine's Day?"

Snape: "..."

He suspected Vaughn was mocking him!

But Vaughn was indeed thinking seriously, and he had little experience in this area.

In my previous life, I was just an ordinary person. I was under a lot of pressure when it came to dating, so I could only follow the crowd and send flowers to fool people.

Although this seems a bit exaggerated.

But now that he has power in this life and is under less pressure, he doesn't want to be so casual anymore.

It’s a pity that Snape is not the right person to consult. If he knew how to give gifts, he wouldn’t have been single for so many years!

After asking casually, Vaughn was about to borrow the fireplace and leave, but when his eyes swept across the crucible, he noticed something strange—

It was a pot of pink potion, and even in the dim potion office, it shone with a pearly luster. The most peculiar thing was its steam, which rose slowly in a spiral and condensed above the crucible for a long time.

"Love potion?"

Vaughan looked at Snape in surprise.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, and his dark eyes turned away uncomfortably. He explained dryly: "...for senior grade teaching..."

Vaughan went to the crucible and examined the potion carefully. With his current level, he was able to identify most potions.

He sniffed the strange, rich aroma of the love potion, which varied from person to person, and exclaimed, "It's a wonderful brew!"

Snape's mouth curled up.

But then he heard Vaughn add, "Crafty professor, you've been through a lot in private, haven't you?"

“…Humph, shut up!”

Vaughn shut up and sniffed the fragrance that lingered in his nose, which seemed like a mixture of multiple potions - the scent of aphrodisiacs, which everyone smelled differently, and was usually that person's favorite scent.

He suddenly had some inspiration.

Thinking back to when he met Hermione at the Black Lake a few months ago.

At that time, she was rejected by Harry and Ron, and she sat alone by the Black Lake and cried secretly. She was very sad at that time, and the reason was certainly not because of her deep feelings with Harry and Ron, whom she had just met for a short time.

Rather, she couldn't speak to anyone except the two of them and Vaughn.

To be fair, Hermione's personality at that time was indeed not liked by the playful little wizards. No one would like a competitive guy, and this guy also held a book every day, and two out of three sentences were about studying.

So until now, Hermione has never had a same-sex friend...

There is no one who does not desire friends. There is no unsolvable hatred between teenagers. It’s just that they are unwilling to give in or compromise, so both the excluder and the excluded gradually form a habit.

Vaughn rubbed his chin, and suddenly thought, could he refer to the scent of the love potion, which varies from person to person, and develop a social potion for Hermione?

The effect doesn't need to be too strong, as long as the girls in the same dormitory feel that she smells nice and is friendly, and are willing to gradually let go of the barriers.

Thoughts were turning in his mind, thanks to the time when he was developing the wolfsbane potion, and used the magic extraction method to summarize and count the material properties.

Vaughan quickly came up with a plan.

He was also very familiar with Snape's office. He waved his hand and a jar in the corner opened automatically. Several nymph petals flew out automatically under the effect of the levitation spell and floated in front of Vaughan.

As he input magic power, they immediately disintegrated and released their characteristics.

Noticing his movements, Snape became interested: "Do you have a new potion idea?"

"Yes professor."

"Hyblossom petals... you want to develop a new love potion? Something like a love potion?"

Snape guessed.

He still remembered that a few months ago, Vaughan used the birth of the love potion and the evolution of the properties of henbane to explain the influence of Muggle legends on magic.

He was a little excited. Vaughn hadn't touched potions for a long time since he developed the wolfsbane potion, and he felt a little disappointed.

Vaughn paused. "Uh, I just want to develop a Valentine's Day gift for my girlfriend..."

"..."

The budding hope in Snape's heart withered away. He pulled a long face and said concisely:

"Get out of my office!"

asshole!

How can a sacred potion be used to please a girlfriend?

Snape was furious.

Of course, it wasn't just because Vaughn used the sacred potion to please his girlfriend, but also because the bastard crawled in front of the fireplace and took away a large amount of materials and a golden crucible from his bag in front of him.

"Professor, you know, your dear student has almost gone bankrupt recently helping werewolves. He doesn't even have time to spend with his girlfriend..."

So, he softened his heart.

I watched as Vaughan filled his satchel, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and disappeared in a cloud of green flames.

That night, he went to ridicule Dumbledore for not offering help. Dumbledore looked helpless and said, "Severus, I'm an old man over a hundred years old. I've worked hard to save tens of thousands of gold Galleons and some Muggle pounds, but he has siphoned them all off to a foundation that hasn't even been established yet... How can I help you?"

Snape's face turned pale.

Vaughan Weasley!

This liar, thief, cunning villain!

……

Vaughn, who almost broke Snape's defense, did not go to the Ministry of Magic, but teleported directly to the Crouch family -

Since the two established a cooperative relationship, Crouch contacted the Floo Network department and opened Vaughn's permissions.

The reason for coming here is because Vaughan promised to look into Crouch Jr.'s mind today.

Although his bottom line is relatively flexible, he always abides by the contract with his true partners.

At the previous questioning meeting, Crouch fulfilled his promise, so Vaughan would not have kept delaying and exploiting people's pain points.

When Vaughn appeared, Crouch was pacing back and forth in the living room restlessly.

Next to him stood a house-elf with huge brown eyes and a tea towel.

Seeing Vaughn appear, Crouch immediately said impatiently: "When does it start? I asked Winky to take you to the basement... Sorry, to prevent him from escaping, I had to cast an anti-Apparition spell in the basement. Only the magic of the elves is not affected..."

He became a little talkative, as if he was relieving his anxiety in this way.

Vaughan comforted him: "Barty, calm down. I told you, this is a long and meticulous job. Being too impatient is not a good thing."

"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I...I just waited too long and was a little anxious..."

Crouch took a few deep breaths, finally stopped pacing, slowly sat down on the sofa, and said tiredly.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Vaughn looked at the house-elf and said with a smile, "You are Winky, right? I'll be in trouble for you later!"

Shanshan, who had been standing there blankly without saying a word, suddenly had tears in her big eyes when she heard these words.

She screamed, "God, red-haired Mr. Weasley is so sweet, he cares about Winky..."

As she spoke, she looked around in panic, then hugged the table leg and slammed it hard: "Bad Winky, bad Winky! She suspected the gentle Mr. Weasley. She suspected that the master invited Mr. Weasley over to harm the young master, bad Winky!"

The table was banged against by her, and the legs soon broke with a mournful sound.

Vaughn: "...Barty, won't you stop it?"

Barty smiled bitterly: "Let her be, all house elves are like this."

Vaughan shrugged.

The Weasley family had never had a house-elf, and even after Vaughn made money, he never thought of buying one - this was not out of moral cleanliness, but because Vaughn knew that ever since the house-elves were defeated in the war and enslaved by wizards, their race had been cursed by wizards countless times over the years.

Their blood has long been filled with all kinds of strange spells, which also causes house-elves to usually have some problems with their brains.

Vaughn didn't want to raise a Dobby.

He no longer paid attention to Winky who was punishing himself, opened his bag, and took out the materials and crucible he had taken from Snape.

Crouch was a little surprised: "Do we still need potions?"

"Oh, no, this is a little gift I'm planning to make for my girlfriend... By the way, I'm staying at your house for the time being. Do you mind?"

“…I don’t mind…”