Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

It seemed as if all of a sudden, there was a breath of summer.

Hermione gladly accepted Vaughan's invitation. She changed into a dress and used the hairdressing potion Vaughan gave her to make her fluffy hair smooth. She also tied her hair into a ponytail.

They wandered from the Black Lake to the Forbidden Forest, and finally stopped to rest under a huge oak tree. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, dappled and falling on the girl's face.

The light reflected on the light down on her face, as if casting a halo over her, a scene that could only be seen on a young girl.

Vaughan watched quietly, listening to Hermione talking about some trivial things around her.

Until Hermione noticed his gaze, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she asked him shyly, "What are you looking at?"

Vaughn smiled and took her hand: "Look at a beautiful girl."

It was a bit greasy, but girls in love are usually brainless. Hermione, who always had clear thinking and sharp words, blushed and was speechless. She just moved her body quietly and sat closer to Vaughan.

The clasped hands feel each other's body temperature, allowing the ambiguity to spread.

But in fact, in Vaughan's heart, what he was thinking about had nothing to do with any romance. The memories of his past life kept surging from his mind, and finally stopped at George who lost his ears, and Fred who died with a smile.

The fate of Harry and Voldemort is a meat grinder, and no one can escape it unless they give up everything now and stay away from England and even the wizarding world.

This was something he already knew, but he had always felt that when the time came, he might be strong enough to save them.

Until Dumbledore told him the nature of fate.

The web of fate was too vague for him to touch or understand now, but the example of the playwright Dumbledore gave was very interesting.

Fate is cruel both in the world and in the human world, because fate is the interaction between people and the conflicts arising from that interaction.

He might have power in the future, but can he really limit George and Fred?

People cannot be restricted.

Even if you tell them the danger, it's for the sake of ideals, freedom, or something else.

They might still end up on the battlefield and die in some uncaring corner, just like their mother's two brothers.

The only way to avoid all this, the only way to make himself feel at peace, is to kill Voldemort, or to end the fate of Harry and Voldemort!

That night, Vaughn came to the office on the eighth floor and knocked on the door. He looked at the silent Dumbledore and said, "I want to propose a deal."

Dumbledore nodded. "Please speak!"

Faced with Vaughan's request for a deal, Dumbledore was calm and even leisurely poured himself a glass of juice.

With the wealth he had accumulated over more than a hundred years, he could afford to give out anything, whether it was gold Galleons, rare materials, or advanced knowledge and magic.

He believed that Vaughn would not make any excessive demands.

After all, Vaughn's agreement means he is willing to cooperate and will definitely not make things difficult for him.

Then he heard Vaughan say, "I want the Philosopher's Stone!"

“Puff—cough cough!”

Dumbledore spat out a mouthful of juice, fortunately there was no one else around him this time.

He brushed his robes casually, and the robes wet with juice immediately became dry and clean. Dumbledore's beard trembled:

"what would you like?"

"The Philosopher's Stone!" Vaughn rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, I'm just borrowing it for a while. I'm almost out of money lately because of those werewolves, so I'm going to use the Philosopher's Stone to get some gold."

This is of course a made-up excuse.

In fact, he was still thinking about the system's side quests. Since he had agreed to Dumbledore and was more deeply involved in the savior's plan, Vaughn would feel sorry for himself if he didn't take part in it.

Stroking his beard, Dumbledore felt a slight toothache and suddenly couldn't bring himself to say no.

After hesitating for a long time, he asked, "How long do you want to borrow it?"

"One week."

Vaughn said that according to the system's task description, he only needed to get the Philosopher's Stone, but since he could get this alchemical artifact, it would be unreasonable not to study it.

Thinking about it, he smiled again: "Of course, if you can introduce Nicolas Flamel to me, I don't have to lend you the Philosopher's Stone. I heard that he and his wife are living in seclusion in Devonshire?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore did not hesitate and put on a gentle but false smile. "Although using the Philosopher's Stone to make gold seems a bit unearned, your intentions are good. As the headmaster, how can I stop you from doing good things?"

He stood up and walked out:

"Come with me, child. I will show you the test I have prepared for Harry."

"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, Albus. I just wanted to ask Nicolas Flamel about alchemy. You know, this subject is too ancient and lacks systematic organization and classification, so it's very difficult to get started."

"What did you say? Sorry, I'm getting old and my ears keep acting up for no apparent reason."

Vaughan didn't take it seriously. He followed Dumbledore out of the headmaster's office and said slowly, "Oh, I suddenly wonder if my decision was a bit hasty. It doesn't seem wise to rashly get involved in the fate of Harry and Tom."

Dumbledore, despite his age, was very quick to react. He immediately replied, "Ah—you mean Nicolas Flamel? Yes, he's like a living fossil in alchemy, but..."

He sighed, "Let him rest, Vaughn. He and Perel have decided to stop taking the elixir. As old friends, I hope they can spend the last part of their lives in peace."

Vaughan said nothing more.

Although he never considered himself a good person, no matter how flexible he was, he still had a bottom line. It was impossible for him to really disturb a couple of old people who had lived for six centuries and now just wanted to die in peace.

Even if he really wanted to ask Nicolas Flamel for advice.

Since entering Hogwarts, Vaughan has borrowed many books on alchemy from the library. So far, he has been able to make some small props. In the past, in order to study the wolfsbane potion, he used some alchemy techniques to modify the magic props using Muggle equipment.

But the techniques were very basic, simply casting the spell on the equipment and then solidifying it.

Rather than alchemy, it is more like a modern and improved version of item enchantment.

True alchemy should be about changing the nature of matter. From some of the books Vaughn has read, alchemy believes that all substances in the world can be transformed into each other, and stones can be transformed into gold through a series of transmutations.

Soil can also be transformed into a body with life activities through a series of transformations.

Putting aside the idea of ​​creating life, if we only look at how alchemy transforms matter, it is simply the nuclear physics of the magical world!

It’s just that Muggles use particle acceleration, high-energy rays and other means to activate protons and neutrons to bombard atomic nuclei, while wizards use magic to achieve similar goals more efficiently.

For example, making gold.

It was only in modern times that Muggles began to use particle accelerators or high-energy rays to bombard substances similar to gold nuclides (such as mercury) to artificially create gold. This requires a lot of energy and the results are uncontrollable (energy cannot be used evenly and accurately on every atomic nucleus).

Wizards have been able to do this since a long time ago, and the cost is only magic power or some relatively precious materials.

For Vaughan, creating gold through alchemy was actually quite boring.

If he wanted gold, he had plenty of ways to do it, so why waste his magic on that kind of thing?

Nuclear physics in the magical world, of course, involves the study of nuclear energy and radioactive isotopes!

Dumbledore was obviously unaware of Vaughan's dangerous ideas, otherwise he would not have agreed to Vaughan learning alchemy.

He, now leading the way, simply said in a compromising tone, "Vaughn, don't bother Nico. If you want to learn alchemy in the future, I can teach you... Of course, I suggest waiting two years before starting. After all, you still have a lot to learn now."

Vaughan accepted the suggestion.

He really has too much to learn now, so there is no need to rush. The real thing is to improve his magical skills first.

The two of them went downstairs while talking.

Dumbledore took Vaughn to the floor that he had deliberately banned students from wandering since the beginning of the term.

"Albus, you've been preparing the test for Harry since the beginning of the school year. When did you realize there was something wrong with Quirrell?"

"...before school starts." Dumbledore clasped his hands in front of his abdomen and walked slowly, his eyes looking ahead at the door at the end of the corridor that he had reminded students not to go to when school started.

"Actually, Tom hid it very well. You should have used magic to observe Quirinus, right? You couldn't find any traces of dark magic on him at all?"

Vaughn nodded. "Apart from the fact that Tom later absorbed his life force, causing his life force to dim, there was hardly anything unusual."

"Yes, I didn't notice it at first." Dumbledore sighed, "He had his turban wrapped around his head. I just thought he had encountered an accident during the journey and was a little nervous and nervous. You know, there are many wizards like this in the wizarding world..."

"It's just that Tom underestimated my importance to Harry. He didn't understand. Although I can't detect anything in terms of magic, fate will warn me. Before Harry entered school, I used the magic that showed you the web of fate before. I spent more than ten days inspecting the entire castle, including the professors."

Vaughn was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can Quirrell be saved?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then said, "No... Quirinus Quirrell was already dead when he opened his soul to allow Tom to parasitize it!"

This is a sad topic.

Vaughan had heard Dumbledore talk about Quirrell's past.

In Deng's words, he was a young man with great curiosity, high talent, and positive optimism.

Professor McGonagall also had a high opinion of him. Vaughn still remembered that once in the Transfiguration Club, he saw a graduation photo of Quirrell, an outstanding student, and Professor McGonagall on Professor McGonagall's desk.

Apart from the Divination class, other professors spoke in a similar tone. Of course, they did not know the truth, and when they talked about Quirrell, most of them spoke with regret.

Some people with short tempers even believed that it was the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that turned Quirrell into a coward who talked nonsense and was timid.

For example, Professor Sylvanus Kettleburn.

This professor of Care of Magical Creatures has always been known for his violent temper and recklessness. As a result, after teaching at Hogwarts for many years, he now only has one arm and half a leg that are original parts, and the rest are magical prosthetic limbs.

However, over the decades, he has had many students. Even Voldemort and Hagrid were little wizards who followed him in pursuit of knowledge.

Dumbledore was very pleased that Hagrid was able to follow him and learn a lot of knowledge about magical animals.

Dumbledore, who didn't want to talk much about Quirrell, started talking about the trial he had prepared for Harry.

The first people he talked about were Hagrid and Professor Kettleburn. "Over the years, I've been unable to get Silvanus to change his weird hobby of liking large, ferocious magical animals. Decades ago, when he was still Headmaster Armando, the school was rehearsing a stage play called 'The Fountain of Good Luck' and asked him to provide a giant earthworm."

"As a result, he cast a magnification spell on a fire ash snake and lent it to the crew... You can imagine what a disaster that was."

Vaughn raised an eyebrow.

Fire Ash Snakes are magical animals with a very short lifespan and a very strange way of survival. They are creatures born from out-of-control magical flames.

While they are still alive, they will desperately lay eggs, and after an hour, their bodies will burn violently and turn into ashes, and they will die.

A normal fire ash snake, with a thin body similar to that of an ordinary water snake, is enough to set a house on fire if it dies, let alone one that has been magnified by the spell.

Vaughan knew it because of the fire ash snake eggs, which were the material of the aphrodisiac.

"For the original trial, I wanted to ask Sylvanus to provide a magical beast, but my old memory told me that if I didn't want to kill Harry, I'd better choose someone else, so I chose Hagrid - he lent me a very ferocious magical beast that looked very similar to the real thing."

As he spoke, Dumbledore took Vaughn to the end of the corridor and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a fishy smell mixed with a loud gasp rushed towards them, and a huge shadow enveloped Vaughan and Dumbledore.

It was a huge dog about 14 feet tall, with a fat body that almost filled the room. It had three heads, all of which were ferocious and cruel. Even when it was asleep, its dagger-like, gleaming teeth sticking out from its lips were full of ferocity.

Hearing the movement of the door, the three-headed dog opened its eyes and stared at the two of them with its huge, bloodshot eyes.