Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

On the first floor, Arthur had finished feeding the owl and was sitting at the dining table reading a newspaper.

"Good morning, Dad!"

"Good morning, Vaughn. Come here quickly. The little guy is getting impatient."

"You know it's getting impatient, so why don't you go upstairs and help Vaughn clean up? Arthur Weasley, what else do you do every morning besides reading the newspaper? Poor dear Vaughn works so hard. It takes him several days to boil the medicine. As a father, you never help him and you don't want to do housework..."

At Molly's roar, Arthur quickly hid his head behind the newspaper again.

A new day began with Molly's roar and the sound of the owl flapping its wings as it struggled to lift the box!

This is a familiar scene in daily life.

Vaughan went to wash up without changing his expression. When he passed by the enchanted dressing mirror, the mirror immediately trembled.

"Shut up! Don't talk!" Vaughn pulled out his old wand and pointed at it threateningly!

The mirror immediately stopped moving. Only after Vaughn had walked away did a faint, barely audible "Sloppy..."

After washing up, Molly woke up everyone else. A boy with freckles on his face was about to go into the bathroom, but when he saw Vaughn, his expression became a little stiff.

Vaughn smiled at him, "Good morning, Ron!"

"..." Ron puffed out his cheeks and said vaguely, "Good morning, Vaughn."

"Are you polite? Call me brother!"

Ron blushed and muttered, "You were only born five minutes before me..."

The smile on Vaughn's face grew even brighter. He still remembered the birth scene. Ron should have been born first, but he felt so squeezed that he couldn't help but kick him...

The two were in a stalemate when a pair of identical twins appeared behind Ron with full energy, one on each side of his shoulders, like Aurors escorting prisoners.

"Even if he was born five minutes earlier, he's still older than you, right, George?"

"That's right Fred, just like I'm only 10 seconds older than you, you still have to call me brother."

"George, you're confused because you're asleep. I'm 10 seconds older than you."

"it's me!"

Ron was dizzy and frustrated by their quarrel.

Fortunately, Ginny also ran over at this time and threw herself happily into Vaughn's arms. He muttered something softly and rushed into the bathroom in the chaos.

"Good morning, Vaughn!"

"Good morning, Ginny." Vaughn kissed his sister's forehead.

In the whole family, he has the best relationship with Ginny. On the one hand, when Ginny was born, he had already gotten used to life after time travel and began to accept his new family from the bottom of his heart. On the other hand, the two of them look the most alike and are the representatives of good looks in the Weasley family.

When they were little, Arthur and Molly used to joke that Vaughn and Ginny looked like twins, while Vaughn and Ron, the real twins, didn't look alike at all.

It was a noisy morning and the whole place didn't quiet down until breakfast was over.

But unlike usual, Arthur did not rush to work at the Ministry of Magic.

Percy, who usually went back to his room after dinner and couldn't wait to get into his book, sat by the window and looked out.

Fred and George, who always ran out to play mischievously, sat quietly on the chairs in the restaurant today, winking at Vaughn and occasionally teasing and bullying Ron.

Ron, who usually gets so mad at them that he collapses and hides away, forced himself not to leave today.

The whole family is waiting, waiting for the letter from Hogwarts!

By the time the sun had jumped over the mountain and shone into the burrow, everyone finally heard the sound of an owl flapping its wings.

Molly, who had seemed calm but was actually absent-minded, quickly got up and opened the window.

Arthur also put down the newspaper and brought out the owl's leftover morning snacks.

Soon, an owl flew in and landed on the dining table.

Two letters were tied to its legs. The envelopes were made of thick parchment. Even if they were not removed, you could still see the conspicuous wax seal on the front and the shield-shaped emblem consisting of a lion, eagle, badger, and snake pattern surrounding the letter "H".

Molly excitedly took the envelope off and glanced at the back. Unable to contain her joy and happiness any longer, she exclaimed repeatedly, "Thank you, Merlin! It's the Hogwarts acceptance letter. I've been worried since yesterday. What if I don't receive it?"

Arthur, who also leaned forward but failed to grab Molly's hand, tried to act calmly. "You're always worrying about nothing. There's no way Vaughn can't go to Hogwarts."

"I'm worried about Ron! You don't know how scared I am that he won't get the admission letter. This kid has been like a rock since he was young. Even his magical riots are pitifully small..."

"mom!"

Ron, whose face was as red as his hair, hurriedly snatched the letter and threw Vaughn's letter over to him. Then he clutched his own letter tightly and ran back upstairs.

Vaughn watched all this with a smile, not caring at all. He picked up the letter and turned it over.

[The Burrow, Dining Room, To Mr. Vaughan Weasley]

At the same time, the system panel popped up in front of him.

[Main quest activated]

[Main Quest ①: Join Hogwarts (Unfinished)]

[Reward: 1 Talent Point, 50 Magic Points]

Chapter 3 Letter from Hogwarts

On the fifth floor, after dealing with his emotional mother and brothers and sisters, Vaughn returned to his single room and looked at the system panel in front of him, lost in thought.

This was the first time he had seen a "mission" since awakening the system.

Moreover, the mission does not seem to care whether he succeeds or fails. There is no penalty, only rewards for success.

But it was precisely that reward that caught his eye.

"Talent points..."

Ever since he maxed out his "Potions" talent in the "Newbie Gift Pack" and experienced how easy and magical it was to learn and brew potions with 10 points of talent, Vaughn has been looking forward to new ways to improve his talent.

What's more, there is a magic scale!

As the name suggests, the magic scale refers to the total amount and intensity of magic power in the wizard's body. The larger the magic scale, the more powerful the spells he casts, and the more times he can release spells.

However, the magic scale cannot be simply understood as a blue bar or magic power, because casting spells also consumes emotions, and the power of spells is related to the proficiency of spells.

There are still 2 months left until the mission is completed.

Vaughn stopped paying attention and closed the system panel.

He looked at the letter from Hogwarts that he had opened. On the first page, written in a dignified handwriting, was the following:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First-Class Wizard of the Order of Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot)

Dear Mr. Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed is a list of required books and supplies.

The semester is scheduled to start on September 9st, and we will wait for your reply by owl by July 1st.

Vice Principal (Female)

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.

He bent over the table to write the reply letter and sent it to Hogwarts via the Weasley family's new owl - poor old Errol, it was too old and almost fell into the pond when it was delivering the potion brewed by Vaughan a few years ago.

So after Vaughan made some money, he let it retire and enjoy its old age, and now it lives in the garden.

That was also the first time Arthur and Molly accepted money from Vaughn.

Errol's old age left them powerless and unable to even think of a reason to refuse.

The money they spent on the subsequent renovations was also used to renovate the entire house, and their daily life depended entirely on Arthur's salary - they didn't want their children to have conflicts over money.

Thinking of money, Vaughn turned to the second page of the letter and looked at the densely packed list of books and equipment. He couldn't help shaking his head.

"Looks like Ron's going to have to pick up Bill and Charlie's leftovers again. I hope that guy stops crying!"

In reality, Ron was much "tougher" than Vaughn had imagined.

When Vaughn finished delivering the letter and walked out of the room, Ron was on the fourth floor where he lived, pacing back and forth with his head held high, clutching the crumpled Hogwarts admission letter.

Percy patted his shoulder and shouted encouragement, "Ron, I knew you would be accepted into Hogwarts!"

Ron held his head a little higher.

Vaughn rolled his eyes upstairs. Yesterday, when he passed by the kitchen, he heard Percy secretly discussing with his mother whether to forge one to appease Ron if he didn't receive the notice.

"To celebrate your upcoming entry into Hogwarts, how about I give you Scabbers?"

Ron was overwhelmed by the sudden "happiness".

He watched in bewilderment as Percy pulled a mouse from his pocket, stuffed it into his arms, and then hurried away.

While leaning on the railing and watching this amusing scene, Vaughn heard two footsteps tiptoeing towards him.

Needless to say, the only people in the family who would be so furtive were Fred and George.

Sure enough, the next moment the twins came up to him, imitated him, leaned over the railing and looked down, whispering in a loud voice: "I bet Percy has wanted to get rid of Scabbers for a long time."

"That's right, George. Scabbers is old and ugly. He might die any day now."

"Poor Ron, he must have thought Percy was reluctant to give him up!"

"Yeah, George, why would such a stupid guy be our brother?"

"I can't understand it either, Fred. Maybe all of Ron's brains were given to our other brother?"

The twins laughed and sang in unison, which made Ron downstairs so angry that he took out the mouse in his arms and wanted to throw it away but couldn't bear to do so.

In the end, he sulked and hid in his room.

After watching the show, Vaughn smiled at the twins who were trying to flatter him in a roundabout way and said, "Tell me, what do you two want to do?"

The twins looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Go ahead, George."

"You said you are the older brother."

"Oh—now you remember who your brother is!"

After a few jokes, seeing that Vaughn was still smiling, knowing that they couldn't fool him, the twins had to stand on the left and right, one pinching his shoulders and the other pounding his legs, and said: