Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world

Chapter 55 Dumbledore, you don't want Grindelwald... cough cough, Harry...

"You have been cast under a dark spell, a rather powerful one at that. The mind of an evil witch is influencing you."

"Look, Hermione doesn't even know the Vanishing Spell, but you vaguely know it. Think about what happened last night, don't you find it scary?"

"But Madam Pomfrey..."

"Don't interrupt. Now he can only influence you briefly, but soon, you won't be able to tell whether the thoughts in your head are your own or those of that dark wizard. Harry, you don't want to be replaced by someone else one day, do you?"

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, his face pale and his eyes dull.

No wonder he has been tossing and turning since last night and couldn't sleep all night!
He seemed to see the little man representing him trembling deep in his heart, and an evil shadow stretched out a huge claw, grabbed him and ate him, and then, the face with a bloody mouth gradually turned into his appearance.

Harry shuddered violently and looked at Vaughn in despair, his lips pale and trembling. "Am I going to die?"

"You won't die, there is magic that can save you."

Harry's hope was instantly rekindled, and then he saw Vaughn's face was troubled.

His heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong?"

"It's a pity I don't know how." Vaughn sighed, "Those are two memory spells, called Legilimency and Occlumency. Occlumency can save you, and Legilimency is a magic that assists in learning Occlumency."

Harry was terrified to hear such bad news so early in the morning. He quickly asked, "Then, where can I learn it?"

Hermione, who felt a chill all over her body as she listened, also looked at Vaughn expectantly.

Vaughan pretended to be thoughtful and embarrassed. After a long while, he said, "Dumbledore knows these two spells, but I don't think he will teach us."

"why?"

"Because they are forbidden, Harry, Legilimency and Occlumency are not to be taught to students."

Hermione couldn't help but say:
"But that would save Harry's life. Dumbledore can't just watch Harry die, right?"

Good girl, you really know how to support the main role!

Vaughan nodded seriously. "I don't believe Dumbledore would be that cruel."

"How about this..." He took out a pen and letter paper: "Harry, you write a letter to Dumbledore, and I will send it to him at lunch time."

Harry took the pen and paper in a daze, wrote the letter as Vaughan requested, and followed Hermione back to Gryffindor in a daze, feeling as if he were sleepwalking throughout the whole process.

He didn't remember what Hermione said to him or what he did. When he regained consciousness, he found herself sitting at the long table in the restaurant, which made Harry's face turn even paler. Suspecting his neighbor of stealing his axe, he didn't think that he was too seriously hurt and was distracted.

Instead, I felt that what Vaughn said was right, his condition was getting worse!
Halloween was still a relatively grand banquet. Dumbledore, who was usually rarely seen at lunch, appeared in the professors' seats.

Harry couldn't help but look at the respected headmaster again and again, but unfortunately the headmaster didn't notice because he was talking to Snape.

"Severus, I need your help with something."

Dumbledore said to Snape, hiding his inner troubles with a smile.

Snape had a wooden face and didn't want to talk at all. Every time Dumbledore came to see him, it was something bad.

But Dumbledore had been thinking about it all night and obviously would not let him go: "I want you to teach Harry..."

At this moment, he was interrupted by an owl that suddenly flew over and threw a letter in front of him.

Then it flew over to the Gryffindor table, landed next to Harry, and pecked his hand.

Watching Harry hurriedly feeding the owl while secretly looking at himself.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, the owl seemed to belong to the Weasley family... But let's take a look at the content of the letter first!
He took a sip of pumpkin juice and pulled out a piece of letter paper.

Snape, standing by, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his knife and fork slowly, and was finally able to enjoy his lunch with peace of mind. He was really afraid that after hearing what Dumbledore asked him for help, he would feel so sick that he wouldn't be able to eat.

Then—poof!
Dumbledore, who was reading the letter, didn't know what he saw, and was so shocked that he sprayed all the pumpkin juice in front of Snape.

A yellow sticky liquid stuck to Snape's plate, on the roast chicken that was supposed to be delicious.

Several professors nearby were stunned, watching Snape slowly turn his head, as if they could hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

The hand holding the knife and fork had white knuckles and the dark eyes were filled with anger.

"Dumbledore——"

……

In the afternoon, Vaughan came to the principal's office in a good mood.

"Good afternoon, Albus!"

His clear voice made the room full of portraits of elderly people seem to come alive all of a sudden.

Old Headmaster Black kept calling out to the dear Slytherin, and then the white-bearded teacher also kept rushing into Old Headmaster Black's frame and wrestling with him.

The elderly people around watched and encouraged them.

Only Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk with a sullen face.

Vaughn paid no attention to his gloomy expression. He briskly sat down opposite Dumbledore and said with a smile, "I heard that at noon you sprayed a mouthful of pumpkin juice onto Professor Snape's plate?"

"Then you have to be careful, Albus. When I came up, the professor was trying to make a pot of poison. He mixed eight-eyed spider venom, aconite, belladonna, and dead man's clock... The smell alone can kill ghouls. I think you'd better not let him touch your food for a while."

Dumbledore twitched his beard and looked at the smiling child in front of him. He suddenly felt that he could empathize with Snape's mentality every time he saw him.

Sin!
He said unhappily, "You were the one who instigated Harry's letter at noon, weren't you?"

"How can you use such a derogatory word as 'instigation'? Although I lied to Harry, Voldemort's influence on him does exist. Albus, you don't want Harry to become Voldemort's shape one day, do you?"

Dumbledore didn't quite understand, but he felt that this was full of malice. He struggled and said, "But I am considering letting Snape..."

Vaughn spread his hands. "Do you think Harry would really want to be taught by the professor given his attitude towards him? In my opinion, Harry would probably be mentally broken after a few classes, and might even develop a rebellious mentality."

Dumbledore's eyes dimmed. This was indeed a problem he had not considered.

He looked at Vaughan. "Severus is the best wizard I know of who is skilled in Occlumency, unless you can prove that you are more suitable."

Vaughn looked around and smiled. "Don't test me. You should have asked the Sorting Hat, right?"

Dumbledore said nothing.

No answer is the best answer. From the day Vaughn put on the Sorting Hat and found that it could tell that he knew Occlumency, he knew that Dumbledore would know it one day.

As his talents were revealed, Dumbledore could not help but investigate everything about him, especially after he revealed the Horcruxes.

"Everyone has their own secrets, Albus, as long as the secrets don't affect others." Vaughan took out his wand.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A white light symbolizing warmth and brightness bloomed, and a translucent guardian angel leaped out, flying and jumping in the air.

Dumbledore watched silently, seemingly indifferent, but only those who knew him knew that he was secretly relieved.

Yes, everyone has secrets, as long as those secrets don’t affect others.

After a long moment, he finally spoke: "A very beautiful Patronus, Vaughn."

(End of this chapter)