Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

The whole scene was therefore very noisy.

As Vaughan and Dumbledore followed Amelia into the Great Council Chamber, the first thing that greeted them was the flashes of cameras in the front row.

The smoke from the burning magnesium strips had a faint smell of potion.

Then, a short, fat man with Mediterranean hair, surrounded by the crowd, walked over quickly and gave him a big hug.

"Son, long time no see. Daddy really missed you... Everyone, this is my son Vaughn Weasley. Look, what a handsome boy! He's as tall as me now!"

Of course, the only person who could speak to Vaughan like this was Arthur.

Vaughan was speechless. In fact, he had met his father half a month ago. After all, he had been staying in the Ministry of Magic during that time.

Arthur took his son and proudly showed him off to his colleagues, especially Amos, Cedric's father.

"Amos, after today, my son's fame will spread throughout the entire wizarding world. He will become a big shot..."

Arthur put his arm around Vaughan's shoulders with difficulty and boasted to the sullen-faced Amos Diggory. Amos finally couldn't stand it anymore and walked away.

Arthur laughed heartily twice before whispering to Vaughan, "Don't have much contact with the Diggory family in the future. You don't know how petty Amos is, son. He actually spoke for Fudge just to belittle you in front of me... What a bastard!"

"Actually, Seid is a good person," Vaughn replied fairly.

"Oh... yes, yes, Seid is a good kid. He's just unlucky to have an unreliable father..."

As the two were talking, Amelia, who was already prepared at the podium, put her wand to her throat:

"quiet!"

The resounding voice, amplified by the spell, drowned out all the noise.

Amelia glanced around seriously. "The Wizengamot resolution vote is about to begin. Please take your seats. No noise!"

Vaughn quickly separated from his father and returned to the Wizengamot seat.

Arthur and other Ministry of Magic officials also sat opposite the Wizengamot according to past rules, with wizarding people and reporters on both sides.

As the spotlights and smoke flashed again, Amelia, who was in control of the situation, announced:

"This vote by all members of the Wizengamot is to decide whether the Werewolf Affairs Committee should be established!"

As she spoke, she turned and looked behind her: "Members of the Wizengamot, do you have any objections to the topic of this vote?"

No one spoke.

Amelia once again looked at the seats for Ministry of Magic officials, wizarding people and reporters, and asked in turn. This was a tradition inherited by the Wizengamot from the ancient Muggle kingdom. The four people to be questioned corresponded to the House of Representatives, the ruling body, the people and scholars respectively.

Although it has been passed down to this day, it is just a formality.

Naturally, no one expressed any objection.

Amelia went through the process without delay and waved her wand.

Envelopes folded into the shape of birds flew down from the top of the conference hall, and Amelia tapped her wand on the open space in front of the podium.

The originally empty granite ground suddenly slid open, revealing a pit. A blazing flame gushed out of it, but the people around could not feel any warmth, as if it was burning in another world.

"In the 16th century, when the first modern law was promulgated, the entire wizarding community cast a spell on this fairy fire. Just as it has for centuries past, it will bear witness to the Wizengamot fulfilling its sacred duty entrusted by magical law. The votes are counted here, and each vote is the result of the voter's own will, without persecution or fraud..."

As everyone watched quietly, Amelia finished reading words that sounded like an oath.

Then she took an envelope folded into a bird and threw it into the fire—

boom--

After the so-called fairy fire devoured the envelope, it expanded rapidly with a loud noise. A red fireball shot out from it, flew into the air, and exploded into a sky full of brilliance!

Then the brilliance "froze" in the air.

Amelia, who had been paying close attention with her head held high, announced loudly, "One vote in favor!"

Behind her, Vaughan looked at the "fairy fire" with great interest and whispered to Dumbledore, "Is that ancient magic?"

Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, it's a very ancient magic that's completely different from the modern spell system. In fact, I think it's more like alchemy."

"What is the name of this magic?"

"It's called 'Fairy Fire'. This type of fairy fire usually has no lethality, but it possesses some special functions. For example, the Gublai Fairy Fire never extinguishes, and this 'Fairy Fire' is fueled by honesty and oaths!"

"interesting……"

As the two of them spoke quietly, Amelia continued to count the votes, and red fireballs shot out from the fairy fire.

Colorful lights kept flashing in this large conference hall.

It was not until more than ten letters were put in and a new envelope was put in that everyone saw that the fireball that was ejected this time was green.

The bleak green color, like poison, made Amelia pause. She carefully identified it again before retracting her stern gaze.

"One vote against!"

Fortunately, after throwing all the votes into the fire one by one, the proportion of green votes against was not high, and with more than 50 envelopes, there was almost no time wasted.

When Amelia read out the result of the last letter, the crowd couldn't help but become restless.

Especially those reporters, they are willing to come to the ceremony just to get first-hand news, and now, the news is beckoning them.

"quiet!"

Amelia scolded majestically. She tapped the table of the main podium lightly with her wand. Under the effect of magic, even such a slight sound was like thunder.

As the crowd gradually calmed down, she raised her head and looked at the fireworks that exploded and solidified in mid-air.

"Under the witness of the sacred magical laws and the celestial fire, all members of the Wizengamot vote on the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee:"

"36 votes in favor, 18 votes against—"

"I hereby declare that from today on, the Werewolf Affairs Committee will be born as a new organization in England!"

It's another early morning.

When Lupin woke up in the cellar, the sky in the east was just beginning to turn pale.

He tore off his tattered clothes and looked out at the dark and low cellar, which had been simply dug out and had no decorations, with long wolf hair scattered everywhere, in the light coming in through the air vents.

There were a few weak scratches on the moist earthen walls around, which were left recently.

In the corner of the cellar, there were two pairs of wrought iron shackles, but they seemed to have not been used for some time and had become rusted.

Lupin held onto the wall, his weak body barely allowing him to stand up straight, his face pale.

This is a side effect of the full moon transformation, which is extremely painful and requires a lot of energy.

"Hu-hu-"

Lupin panted heavily for a while before finally squeezing out a little strength.

He suppressed the weakness and emptiness in his body, staggered out of the cellar, went to the kitchen, found the food he had prepared in advance, and with cold water, he bit and chewed it with his sore teeth.

Transformation consumes not only physical strength but also magic power. Now he can't even perform the simplest trick.

After quickly but painstakingly chewing two sandwiches, Lupin finally felt that the terrible empty feeling in his body had eased a little.

He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved to have survived.

He had been living like this for nearly thirty years, ever since he was scratched by Greyback when he was very young, but he still couldn't adapt, nor did he want to adapt.

Thinking about it, he laughed weakly at himself. "At least it's much better now than before. Before, every time I transformed, I was terrified, afraid that the restraints I prepared would be ineffective, afraid that I would get out and hurt someone. Now, at least I can spend every full moon night sober..."

Thinking of the severe pain he felt when he transformed last night, Lupin's face, which had finally regained some color, turned pale again.

When he transformed before, he had lost his sanity and had almost no perception of pain.

But now there is wolfsbane potion to help stay awake. Every time he transforms, he has to experience the excruciating pain of his entire body's bones and muscles being crushed and reshaped.

This was a problem that Vaughn had not anticipated.

Lupin reported this to Vaughn more than a month ago, and Vaughn replied that it would be resolved in the next version.

Thinking of Vaughn, Lupin calculated the time and the Wizengamot voting should be over!

He looked out the window, but perhaps it was too early, so he didn't see the owl delivering the newspaper.

Whether the Werewolf Affairs Committee can be established is a matter of concern to every werewolf, including him.

But like everyone else, he could do nothing but subscribe to the Daily Prophet, hoping to see progress in the newspaper.

He learned about the Wizengamot's upcoming vote from reading the newspaper last night. Vaughn hadn't contacted them for a while.

With feelings of uneasiness, anticipation, anxiety, etc. in his heart, he thought about it for a long time, until the sun shone through the window frame, and Lupin, feeling much stronger, walked out the door.

He now lives in Newham in the London metropolitan area, which is the most famous slum in the entire London area, home to a large number of bankrupts, dock workers and factory workers.

After the economic transformation in England in the 90s, workers returned to the bottom of society.

Earning the lowest salary and living in the worst and most chaotic place.

Lupin, wearing a patched coat and looking very shabby, walked here without a sense of incongruity.

Passing by countless Muggles who were as destitute as he was, Lupin arrived at a remote and sparsely populated warehouse on the edge of Newham.

This place had long been rented by the wolves as a shelter for women and children on full-moon nights.

In the past two months, adult men and young women have found jobs one after another and live outside like Lupin.

Lupin and several wizards and werewolves cast a spell on the periphery of the warehouse to ensure that no Muggles would trespass.

When Lupin arrived, more than 200 pale-faced women and children, who had just recovered with the help of other werewolves who had arrived earlier, were moving around outside the warehouse.

"Remus, were you okay yesterday?"

Hearing someone calling him, Lupin looked and saw it was little Banar.

He was helping the ladies prepare breakfast, and although he was weak after the full moon yesterday, he looked in good spirits.

"I'm fine, Banar. Is everything going well here too?"

Little Banar shrugged. "Some of the younger children couldn't bear the pain and made a noise that alerted the gatekeeper. Fortunately, the spell you cast worked and confused his mind."

Following the direction pointed by little Banar, Lupin saw from afar a middle-aged man squatting at the door of the janitor's office, looking dazed.

Lupin frowned slightly, feeling a little anxious.

As time went by, the inconveniences that werewolves faced in living in Muggle society became increasingly apparent. In particular, in order to take care of women and children who were temporarily unable to work, werewolves had to choose to live in groups in Muggle society.

In Lupin's view, this was a very dangerous thing - of course it was not the werewolves that were dangerous, but the werewolves' activities that could very likely expose the magical world.

The International Statute of Secrecy has long been ingrained into the wizards' bones!