Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Dumbledore finally withdrew his gaze and stared at Lupin seriously. "Will you squeeze in and become a committee member? Or become his deputy when you're old enough? Or maybe win over the werewolves and compete with Vaughn for the presidency?"

"Remus, I can't do any of these things..." Dumbledore's blue eyes were filled with gentle wisdom. "You said it yourself. The werewolves don't trust anyone except Vaughn. Unless I go back on my word and push the Wizengamot to abolish the Werewolf Affairs Committee again... Is that what you want me to do?"

Lupin was speechless.

This was also the point that had been troubling him. He hesitated for a moment, "But if you join the committee, at least you can check and balance him..."

"No, I can't check and balance anyone. My presence will only exacerbate the conflict, kid!"

While the two were talking, they unknowingly walked out of the city and came to the warehouse area where the werewolves gathered.

This place, which used to be so quiet that it seemed a bit desolate, was unexpectedly lively today. The warehouse keeper was guarding the gate in a daze. He was under a confusion spell. During the duration of the spell, he would be a diligent keeper and would not notice anything unusual.

For example, in the middle of the warehouse area, there is a huge bonfire lit by the werewolves!

Hundreds of people were crowded in the open space, all busy, and occasionally children screaming and running past the legs of adults.

A noisy yet peaceful scene.

Looking at all that from afar, Lupin suddenly didn't know what to say. He just watched from afar in silence, just like Dumbledore.

Until he heard the surprised, cracked voice of little Baner from the crowd:

"Dear brothers and sisters, look, who's here to visit us!"

The crowd paused for a moment, and soon, excited cheers rose one after another. People put down their work and surrounded a young man who suddenly appeared, shouting and screaming at him with red faces.

Some even fell to the ground and kissed his robe, as little Banel had done.

"Vaughn…Weasley!"

Looking at the boy's fiery red hair from afar, Lupin murmured his name.

Dumbledore remained silent, quietly looking at the enthusiastic crowd, and watched Vaughan suddenly release the "Illuminating Charm" with his wand.

The moment the light burst into full bloom, the crowd seemed to be silent and quickly quieted down.

This can only be done if people admire someone from the bottom of their hearts.

He was able to obey orders without any training, just like the person in his memory...

Dumbledore shook himself out of his memories and sighed.

Everything happened just as Vaughn expected.

As the inventor of wolfsbane potion and the founder who pushed for the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee, even though he rarely visits werewolves, he is still the most irreplaceable in the eyes of werewolves.

At least, that will be the case for a few years!

Although human hearts are fickle, werewolves who have experienced hardships in life are currently the group that is least likely to change.

These impoverished people are most eager for stability and to maintain their newly acquired rights. So, who will help them?

The answer is self-evident!

On the other hand, was it that Vaughn single-handedly promoted the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee just to hand the werewolves over to others and make things easier for them?

Of course not!

So when James spoke through the fireplace and nervously invited him to the celebratory party that night, Vaughan agreed without hesitation.

Even though he didn't really like such noisy occasions.

Vaughn came into the crowd and felt the fiery, gushing emotions of the werewolves when they faced him, their simple gratitude and trust, but there was not a trace of fluctuation in his heart.

From the very beginning, his motives in helping the werewolves were not pure.

Now I naturally won’t pretend to be moved or empathize.

In his opinion, this was a win-win deal. He helped the werewolves solve the problem of transforming during the full moon, and the werewolves became his backers, making his influence in the wizarding world more prominent and his reputation spread wider.

Therefore, at the bonfire dinner that followed, Vaughn only ate a few bites before leaving, returning the pure happy time to the werewolves.

Only the earliest group of werewolves who followed him were called into the warehouse by him to ask their opinions on serving as committee members.

Little Banar was a die-hard among die-hards. When faced with Vaughn's question, he didn't hesitate at all, "Sir, I'll do whatever you ask me to do!"

He smiled shyly, then hesitantly pulled out a brand new fountain pen from his pocket and offered it to Vaughan with both hands: "This, I bought this with my first salary in my life...Sir, I, I want to give it to you!"

Vaughn, who was thinking about something, was a little stunned. He took the pen in a daze and was speechless for a moment.

Little Banar looked a little nervous and apprehensive: "Sir, do you like it?"

Vaughn came back to his senses, retracted his scattered thoughts, and nodded, "...Thank you, Banar, I like it very much."

Seeing little Banar showing a happy and innocent smile because of his recognition, Vaughn was a little dazed. He even wanted to use Legilimency to see if little Banar had been unknowingly tricked by a white-bearded old man.

But seeing the other person's pure smile, Vaughn finally restrained his thoughts.

He glanced at the corner of the warehouse.

There was nothing there, but in his eyes, which were silently casting the Revealing Spell, there was actually a magical power lurking there.

It was both huge and extremely obscure. If Vaughn didn't have absolute faith in his own spell, he might even have thought it was an illusion.

In the corner, Lupin, who had just walked here with Dumbledore invisibly, was frightened by Vaughn's eyes.

"he……"

Dumbledore said calmly, "Yes, Remus, he discovered us. He noticed us the moment he Apparated."

Lupin was speechless and a little surprised: "Is his magic so strong?"

The invisibility magic surrounding the two was cast by Dumbledore himself.

In his mind, no one should be able to see through Dumbledore's magic.

Hearing the surprise in his tone, Dumbledore shook the little white rabbit nightcap and tossed the drooping rabbit ears behind his head: "Vaughn is indeed very strong. He is changing every day, especially in terms of spells..."

Dumbledore wiped his eyes, cast a spell silently, and looked at Vaughn who was surrounded by werewolves. In his eyes, the child radiated the light of the sun.

The magic power that has officially entered the growth and development period is like boiling magma, driving Vaughn's vitality to flourish.

Dumbledore, who had also experienced this stage, knew that in the next few years, Vaughn would enter a period of rapid growth in strength.

He paused and continued, "...Remus, I'm glad that you can keenly perceive his ambitions, but I hope you won't have any thoughts of despising or being hostile to him, and don't try to use me to contain him."

"If I had killed someone simply because he was ambitious, then I would not have taken you to Hogwarts, and Voldemort would not have appeared."

"Son, as a professor, I always think about how to guide my students, not nipping threats in the bud... That's not what a professor should do."

As he spoke, he looked at Vaughn, who calmly put the pen into his pocket, and the werewolf named Little Banar, and smiled. "You see, love is everywhere. What a person ultimately becomes depends on the environment they live in. The environment he's growing up in now is good in my opinion. There's no need to change anything."

"Remus, once you join the Werewolf Committee, just focus on fighting for werewolves. Don't try to control things you can't control. That will only make everything worse. Sometimes, keen observation and guiding the situation are the best options."

After giving the last order, Dumbledore winked at Lupin playfully: "Now, go to your meeting. After all, you were one of the first to follow Vaughan."

After saying that, he disappeared with a crackling sound.

As he left, the invisibility spell suddenly collapsed, and Lupin was exposed to the air.

Just when he was at a loss, Vaughn waved to him from the other side: "Remus, where have you been? Come here quickly, I want to hear your opinion."

"Uh... okay..."

Seeing that Vaughan showed no sign of strangeness and even covered for him, Lupin finally realized that the other party and Dumbledore had already had a tacit understanding.

He walked into the crowd in a daze.

Vaughan withdrew his gaze and continued to listen to what little Bannell, William and others had said, while his thoughts had already shifted to the whisper that Dumbledore had just conveyed to his ears before he left.

"The plan is about to begin. Return to Hogwarts soon, Vaughn!"

Yes, with the Werewolf Affairs Committee gaining legal authority, he should indeed go back to school...

Chapter 90 Hagrid and the Dragon

Dumbledore asked Vaughan to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible, of course because Harry had successfully mastered Occlumency.

It was two days ago, a night like any other, with the sky in the Scottish Highlands covered with dark clouds and drizzle.

As usual, Harry procrastinated and hesitated until late at night before reluctantly arriving at the Potions Office - Professor Snape believed that the study and lounge in the Room of Requirement was too comfortable and not very conducive to practicing brain occlumency.

Even though several days had passed, Harry still remembered the malice in Snape's drawling voice when he suggested to Dumbledore that they change places to practice:

"A lazy, complacent fool needs a worse environment to remind him that what he is learning now may save his life!"

Harry seriously suspected that Snape changed the practice location to the basement because it was remote, deserted, cold and damp, and even Slytherin students were reluctant to get close to it unless they had classes there.

It's an ideal place to kill and silence people.

That day Harry angrily told Ron and Hermione what had happened.

He wanted his two good friends to stay with him recently to prevent him from being killed silently by Snape one day.

Regarding his concerns, Hermione thought there was no need to worry at all: "Professor Snape can't kill you because there's no need. He only needs to break into your brain and implant all kinds of terrible self-destructive thoughts in your mind, and then you will jump off the observatory yourself!"

Harry's face turned pale and his lips turned white when he heard this.

Fortunately, his good brother Ron can always make him laugh again.

"Huh, Snape also knows that the basement is a terrible environment? I thought he just liked that kind of bat cave!"

Ron was laughing in the busy corridor, and then he was caught by Professor McGonagall.

The impartial Vice-Principal was shaking with anger. "Weasley, how dare you slander and insult a professor like this? It seems that the last detention did not make you realize your mistake. Now, clean the bathroom and no magic is allowed... Hand over your wand!"

Ron grunted and didn't want to hand it over.

Hermione, who was standing by, spoke up: "Professor, Ronald doesn't know the Cleansing Charm yet, so it doesn't matter whether he hands over his wand or not!"

Ron stared at her in disbelief, as if he couldn't understand why she was so vicious as to expose his poor academic nature in front of the usually strict Professor McGonagall.

Sure enough, Professor McGonagall's face became uglier. "Mr. Weasley, I think I'm not mistaken. The Cleansing Charm is one of the simplest spells for first-year students. Professor Flitwick should have taught you three months ago. Even if it was a giant monster, three months..."

Her good upbringing made her swallow the words that she was about to say.

But the anger that was about to explode made her unable to control herself and she twisted Ron's ear and dragged him to the office in the face of the onlookers.

Looking at Ron's miserable back, Harry couldn't help but curl his lips. When you have to face someone who hates you and might even want to kill you every day, and then look at your companions who are leisurely around you, anyone would be unable to help but think:

I really want him to be unlucky with me!

Harry suddenly felt in a very good mood, and the gloomy sky seemed a little brighter. However, he still remembered Hermione's words.

So, that night he tried his best to resist Snape's Legilimency. It was a very strange scene: a big one and a small one looked at each other in the basement, making all kinds of hideous expressions.