Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Snape's face was wooden, his dark eyes fixed on the stone beast as if it were a pile of garbage. "Password: Cockroach pile!"

The stone beast turned away, Snape climbed the stairs and pushed open the office door.

The round, luxurious and spacious office was hung with portraits of all the past headmasters. It was very late and they were all snoring. The noise of Snape coming in woke up a few of them and they were scolded.

"Ah, Severus." Dumbledore looked up from where he was sitting behind the huge desk, reading something, and greeted him warmly. "Good evening. Would you like some cockroach piles or some buzzing bees?"

A plate filled with candy floated in front of Snape, who impatiently pushed it away.

His voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly, I don't want to waste time."

Dumbledore, still smiling, waved the candy plate over, picked up a lively cockroach and threw it into his mouth, then beckoned, "Come and have a look, Severus."

Snape walked to the big table and saw a letter spread out in front of Dumbledore, signed by Ollivander.

"After the dinner, I wrote a letter to Mr. Ollivander, asking him some questions. I'm glad that my old friend is still willing to pay attention to me, but his sleep and rest schedule is not healthy. I thought I would receive his reply tomorrow morning..."

He kept talking on and on.

Snape was in no mood to listen to this nonsense. His eyes quickly scanned the words on the parchment. Ollivander was explaining the details of a wand to Dumbledore.

"...I must admit that it is an extremely powerful wand. Only the most powerful wizards can gain its favor and love. I never thought it would belong to a child, Vaughan Weasley. It is beyond my imagination..."

"...But Dumbledore, in response to your question, I still have to say that there is no one in the world who is born unchanging, and there is no wand that is born unchanging. Wands and wizards grow and achieve each other. I cannot provide any solid basis for your concerns. I only hope that you will be more cautious-"

"Yours faithfully, Garrick Ollivander"

Snape saw Vaughan Weasley's name accurately. He looked at Dumbledore, and a hint of sarcasm flashed across his cold face.

"Why, another little black wizard is on your blacklist?"

The smile on Dumbledore's face faded. He pondered for a moment and then said, "I believe in Arthur and Molly."

Snape understood this to mean that he only trusted Arthur and Molly. As for that guy named Vaughn...

"Humph……"

This answer was not beyond Snape's expectations. He uttered an incomprehensible sneer and sneered, "So? I have a new task? While keeping an eye on our dear savior, I also have to keep an eye on his evil classmates?"

"I didn't say he was evil, Severus."

"Hum..."

Dumbledore sighed, "The timing is wrong, Severus. We need to pay attention to Harry's growth and ensure that he lives up to the prophecy. This is not me shirking my responsibility, but we don't know what the outcome will be if fate is twisted. Better, or...worse?"

He stared into Snape's dark eyes. He certainly wouldn't use Legilimency on Snape, he just wanted to make sure he saw his honesty.

"Help me, did you see that? Harry's eyes, and Lily..."

"enough!"

Snape raised his voice uncontrollably.

His nostrils flared, and a huge amount of emotion hit his chest, making it almost impossible for him to maintain his brain block.

It feels like poison!

It tortured him for 10 years.

There was a moment of silence in the office. After a long moment, Snape, whose voice had returned to its cold, indifferent tone, said slowly, "Nothing else. I have to go back to prepare my lesson plan. I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I hope your savior won't be outdone by his evil classmates."

After saying that, he swung his robe and left quickly.

"Thank you, Severus, sweet dreams..."

After watching Snape leave, the office fell silent again. Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at the letter back and forth, his skinny fingers stroking every word, as if he wanted to imprint them in his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, he spoke again: "Armando, have you ever thought about what would have happened to Tom if we had cared more about him in the beginning?"

In one portrait, an old wizard pretending to sleep turned over and muttered, "Who knows!"

"Yeah, who knows..."

……

The next morning, Vaughn, who had eaten and drunk well the previous day, got up normally under the influence of his biological clock.

The other two little snakes who shared the dormitory were more sensible than he expected. They just came back last night, packed their luggage and moved to another room.

It feels really comfortable to occupy the entire dormitory by myself.

I got out of bed and it was just 5 o'clock, not even daybreak.

Vaughn washed up, changed into a robe, and left the dormitory with some fruit tea.

When I passed by the common room, I didn't see the prefect who fainted last night. He must have been dragged away by his roommate!

However, the fire in the fireplace was still burning, probably thanks to the house-elves.

Vaughn didn't stop, pushed open the stone door and walked out of the Slytherin common room.

It was too early and the students, lacking self-discipline, simply didn't get up.

Vaughn wandered around the empty corridors and courtyards for a while, and finally found a path leading to the Black Lake.

Bringing Guoguocha to the edge of Black Lake, Vaughn patted its head and said, "Go play!"

Guo Guocha jumped and fluttered on the grass by the lake. Vaughn sat down on the spot, lazily looking out at the mirror-like lake and breathing in the fresh morning air.

This is a great place to relax. If there are not many people here, you can come and visit more often.

After relaxing with Guoguocha for a while, voices gradually came from the castle behind them. When Vaughn brought Guoguocha back, many early risers were already sitting in the auditorium.

He saw Hermione's disheveled figure at the Gryffindor table from afar. Guo Guocha also recognized the two-legged creature he had seen on the Hogwarts Express, so he walked over.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then seemed to recognize Guo Guocha. She quickly turned her head, and when she saw Vaughn, her eyes sparkled.

Chapter 18: How to Break Down Your Family's Defenses

"...I've memorized the class schedule. Vaughn, Gryffindor and Slytherin have many classes together. I don't think the sorting will have any impact."

"Today's first period is Transfiguration. Have you prepared? If not, can I lend you my notes, or can we sit together during class?"

Breakfast has been placed on the long tables of the four colleges in the auditorium, and it is quite sumptuous.

Of all the British "foods", breakfast is the only one that Vaughan doesn't get bored of.

In addition to the common sausages and bacon, there are also scrambled eggs and ketchup sets.

Even the staple food, bread, comes in a wide variety of varieties.

Vaughan, wearing the Slytherin snake shield badge, sat at the Gryffindor table with dignity, listening to Hermione's chattering beside him while leisurely eating breakfast.

Every Gryffindor who passed by them would first look up suspiciously.

After making sure that he hadn't gone to the wrong place due to sleepiness, he hurried away from the two people with a strange expression.

The Slytherins not far away looked back frequently.

The news that Vaughn had knocked the prefect unconscious with two spells last night had spread overnight, and almost the entire Slytherin house knew about it.

It was said that the spell on Mr. Prefect was very powerful and his classmates could not break it, so they had to send him to Madam Pomfrey overnight.

Everyone is taking a second look at this red-haired Weasley!

This is probably the only advantage of Slytherins. They advocate strength and power. Even in the pure-blood education they receive, strength and power are one and the same.

Whoever is stronger will get their attention!

But... why was that guy sitting at the Gryffindor table? Is it the Weasley family's nature to be rebellious?

It’s so uncomfortable!

Many little snakes in the snake academy who wanted to talk to Vaughn did not dare to provoke Vaughn, so they just glared at the Gryffindors.

The Gryffindors also found it strange. For the sake of Percy, Fred and George, they were too embarrassed to drive Vaughn away, so they just glared back at the Slytherins.

It was a very ordinary breakfast, but for some reason, there was a sense of tension between the two colleges.

This naturally attracted the attention of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

However, of these two colleges, Ravenclaw has always been well versed in the art of self-preservation and doesn't bother to care about other people's affairs, while the little badgers of Hufflepuff are simple in nature and don't like to show off.

No one fanned the flames.

Until Fred and George stormed in.

"Look! George! The Weasley snake, he's sitting at the Gryffindor table!"

"Yes, Fred, you read that right. It's horrible. This guy betrayed us, and he still has the nerve to come back!"

The two men stood behind Vaughn, one on the left and one on the right, with their arms crossed, and tried to open their eyes wide, trying to let their brother understand how angry and disappointed they were!

Vaughn broke off a piece of bread, took a sip of the thick mushroom soup, and said slowly:

"Are you sure you want to cause trouble for me?"

"Hmm—I remember two people trying to please me all summer. Seeing how sincere they were, I was planning to give them 10 Galleons and put them in the Halloween package they were sending me to support their cause..."

As he said this, Vaughn turned around and looked at his two brothers with a sincere expression: "Now it seems that they don't want it!"

The twins unconsciously lowered their arms and looked at each other.

"What, Fred?"

"...How about...forgive him first?"

"Will it seem that we are too unprincipled?"

"Ten Galleons..."

"Percy said yesterday that no Weasley had ever been sorted into Slytherin. Someone had to be taught a lesson..."

The twins looked at each other again and suddenly burst into laughter: "Who cares what Percy says!"

"We're definitely not doing this for Galleons, but how could we bear to let down our brother's sincere support for our cause? Right, Fred?"

"Yes, George, so what about Slytherin? Aren't they students of Hogwarts? Aren't they our brothers?"

"Ahem, there are still quite a lot of assholes in Slytherin, but our brother is definitely not one of them."

"That's right George!"

Vaughn smiled and stopped teasing them. Instead, he asked seriously, "Is 10 Galleons enough?"

The twins nodded repeatedly and said: