Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world

Chapter 15 Admission Dinner
There are too many people here. Not to mention other professors at Hogwarts, at least the deans of each college and Dumbledore are all powerful wizards.

Not to mention, there is also a noseless socket man who is probably hiding behind someone's head and struggling to survive.

Vaughan glanced at the professorial chairs and spotted the guy with the purple scarf wrapped around his head.

It’s not appropriate to claim the reward now. Let’s do it later when you are alone!

He closed the system panel without thinking, ignored the pointing and whispering in the entire auditorium, and walked slowly to the long table of Slytherin College.

thump!
The loud voice made the hall quiet for a moment. It was Draco Malfoy. His face, which was originally quite white, was now pale and bluish. He got up from the ground in a panic, not daring to look at Vaughn. His robes rustled as he tried to run to the other side of the long table.

"Hi Draco!"

Draco paused and turned around stiffly: "Mr. Weasley...Mr...."

"You can call me Vaughn. We'll be in the same academy from now on, so please take care of me."

Vaughn patted him on the shoulder, which scared him so much that he shuddered. He tried to force a smile, but the muscles on his face were completely out of control and his face was twisted in a way that looked uglier than crying.

He looked at Crabbe and Goyle beside him, the two stupid cowards, who had their heads buried in the table and were chattering their teeth.

At this moment, as if unable to bear it any longer, a senior student with a P badge on his chest came over and scolded in a low voice: "Hey, little brat from the Weasley family, sit back in your seat and don't cause any trouble!"

Vaughan took a closer look at his tall, burly figure and indescribable appearance, then smiled and replied, "Yes, Mr. Prefect."

The prefect nodded with satisfaction, and to reward Vaughan for his obedience, he led the applause to show his welcome.

The other Slytherin students at the long table looked at each other in bewilderment, but finally gave face to the prefect and clapped their hands sparsely, "welcoming" the red-haired Weasley, the traitor of the pure-blood family!
Vaughan didn't care and sat down next to Malfoy with a smile.

The applause from the Slytherin table finally stopped the atmosphere from getting any more awkward. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and said,

"Ah, silence! The Sorting Ceremony continues!"

After that, there were no more accidents and the sorting ceremony ended quickly. Dumbledore, who seemed unaffected, stood up and gave an incomprehensible speech, then announced the start of the banquet.

The food piled up on the long table in an instant.

Of course, there are not many varieties. The meat is relatively abundant, but the staple food is very monotonous.

There was nothing but potatoes, and after so many years of eating them, Vaughn found the sight of them disgusting.

"Dear Draco, I think Professor McGonagall is right. Since we are sorted into the same house, we should be like a family."

Vaughn picked up a grilled lamb chop, a favorite of his from his previous life, and slowly nibbled on it while saying, "So I've decided to forgive your offense on the train. Let's get along happily from now on, okay?"

"..."

Is this really the case?
Malfoy's eyes were wide open, and for some reason, he felt a darkness in front of his eyes. He looked at the delicious food in front of him, thinking that he would have a big meal to make himself forget certain things. It would be best if he could not bear it anymore, go back to sleep, and then wake up to find that everything was a nightmare!
pity……

"Draco, bring me the pudding."

"Mm, authentic Yorkshire flavor, I like it, Draco, bring the lamb chops over."

"Huh? You don't want to eat it? Potatoes can make you happy, Draco. Don't always look so sad. Smile!"

"Look, Draco, you're so likable that even the Slytherin ghost wants to sit next to you... Mr. Ghost, what's your name?"

The new ghost, covered in blood, looked dazed and cold: "Barrow..."

In this short sentence, every punctuation mark seems to carry the smell of blood.

Malfoy, who had stuffed himself full of potatoes, could no longer hold back. He covered his mouth and ran frantically towards the side door of the Great Hall—which led to the restrooms. When the banquet ended, Malfoy returned looking utterly exhausted, his face almost ghostly.

The male and female prefects of Slytherin College were responsible for taking the freshmen to their respective dormitories. The male prefect was the guy who had scolded Vaughn before.

He introduced himself by name, but Vaughn didn't remember it.

To be honest, apart from Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass, who would be attending school next year, Vaughn didn't feel the need to remember the students from the recent classes of Slytherin College.

Either they have a mental defect, or they have been severely brainwashed by their family, or their appearance is intriguing. When he read novels in his previous life, he felt that the people admitted to the Snake Court were all freaks!
The burly prefect with an apologetic look led the first-year students to the Slytherin Common Room - located underground, with the bottom of the Black Lake just outside the window. It looked quite unique, yet it was nicknamed the "dungeon".

It seemed that because he had successfully stopped Vaughn at the banquet before, he felt good about himself. After explaining the school rules in the common room, he patted Vaughn's shoulder vigorously:

"Weasley boy, I don't care what conflicts you have with Malfoy, but in Slytherin and at Hogwarts, you must abide by my rules. And I hope you can show more respect to Malfoy. We are both pure-bloods, and the Weasleys have long since..."

"Mr. Prefect."

Vaughn interrupted him with a smile, "Before you lecture me, I have a question for you. It's about spells."

The prefect frowned: "Weasley, is this how your poor parents taught you etiquette?"

"That spell is called—"

Vaughan raised his wand and looked at him coldly.

The prefect realized something was wrong at this moment and quickly took out his wand just as he was about to recite the spell.

"Except your weapons!"

Red light flashes!

The prefect's massive body flew backwards.

It hit the large bay window in the common room that blocked off the lake water, and slowly slid down.

The first-year snakes around, as well as some senior students playing in the common room, were stunned.

He stared blankly at Vaughan as he fired another "stunner" shot, knocking the prefect completely unconscious, then kicked him in the head and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

Vaughn picked up the parchment that recorded his dormitory assignments and found his name.

Then he swept the crowd with a calm gaze, finally fixing his gaze on Malfoy.

"Dear Draco, did you see what just happened?"

Malfoy shuddered and said hurriedly: "No, no?"

"No, that's not smart enough. You should say that you saw this...whatever his name was, he raised his wand and tried to attack me, and I was forced to fight back, understand?"

Malfoy suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

"Very good!" Vaughan's eyes swept over the crowd again. The wand was still in his hand and no one dared to move.

He nodded. "That's all. Good night, gentlemen!"

After saying that, he left.

(End of this chapter)