Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Wizards young and old were busy as if they were wound up.

Only today it seemed even busier, and every wizard who passed by seemed eager to fly on their broomsticks.

Rita looked at the wizards hurriedly passing by with confusion. Just when she wanted to ask someone, a familiar editor saw her and waved:

"Rita, you're just in time. There's big news, and the editor-in-chief will definitely call a meeting to discuss the interview."

"What's the big news?"

"You haven't read the newspaper yet? Oh, sorry, the newspaper has just been published..." The editor patted his head, quickly took out the sample issue he had kept, and slapped it in front of Rita Skeeter.

Rita's eyes were immediately drawn to the large, bold headline on the front page:

Wolfsbane Potion: The Dawn of the Magical World, or the End of Werewolves?

The accompanying picture is a wolf howling at the moon!

Rita Skeeter quickly read on, and the writer answered her question at the beginning:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to say excitedly that today, December 1991, 12, is a date worthy of being recorded in the History of Modern Magic. Those wizards whose families were broken up by werewolves, those wizards who were afraid to go on vacation in the countryside because of their fear of werewolves, those... today, you can cheer!"

"The Werewolf Virus Has Been Conquered!"

"At the same time, we can also proudly announce the birth of another potion master—the inventor of Wolfsbane Potion, the inventor of the Vaughan Beauty Series of potions, and the potion genius, Vaughan Weasley!"

In a cave in the distant mountains, little Banar stood on a stone at the entrance of the cave, holding high the newspaper brought by an owl.

The bright light outside the cave cast the outline of his figure into the cloudy and tired eyes inside the cave.

Little Banar read aloud with tears in his eyes:

"…Just this morning, the Extraordinary Apothecary Association urgently convened its members to discuss the formula submitted by Mr. Vaughn Weasley. Subsequently, with the personal intervention of the Minister of Magic's Office, the Extraordinary Apothecary Association announced that the Wolfsbane Potion formula was effective!"

"As of the time of this newspaper's publication, the Ministry of Magic has decided to form an interdepartmental joint investigation team and has invited several well-known pharmacists to conduct a final review of Mr. Vaughan Weasley's 'Wolfsbane Potion'."

"Ms. Artemisia from the Minister's Office optimistically told me that the final review is generally just a way of expressing caution. By the time the formula has reached this stage of verification, it's essentially confirmed to be authentic and effective..."

"Ms. Amelia Burns, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, stated in an interview via the fireplace (a remote call via the fireplace) that Mr. Vaughn Weasley's contributions were exceptional. She will submit a report to the Wizengamot, requesting the convening of the Order of Merlin to discuss awarding Mr. Vaughn Weasley the Order of Merlin..."

"...I have had the honor of reading the original paper submitted by Mr. Vaughan Weasley to the Society of Extraordinary Apothecaries and the Ministry of Magic. At the end of the letter, Mr. Weasley made a heartfelt appeal: Dear members of the Society, dear officials of the Ministry of Magic, please choose a suitable occasion. I will then announce the free release of the Wolfsbane Potion formula and discuss with the Society and the Ministry of Magic how to help those who need this potion!"

"Just as I originally intended, I developed it not for Garlon, but for the wandering werewolves hiding in the mountains who are also victims of the werewolf virus."

"The crimes committed by Greyback and his lackeys should not be borne by innocent people!"

Little Banar read aloud, his voice was hoarse and choked, but no one cared. The pairs of eyes in the cave were just listening to the contents of the newspaper.

Light gradually appeared in those eyes, and the commotion grew louder and louder, until finally, someone couldn't help but walk out of the cave.

"Banner, are you telling the truth?"

Banar shook the newspaper. "The report is right here, on the front page. Would the Daily Prophet lie to you? Why would we lie to you?"

The man continued, "Then why did you call us together? Who do you work for?"

"Of course it's Mr. Weasley!" Little Bannell said loudly, his eyes sparkling. "Mr. Weasley knows we have no money and we can't afford potions. Did you see the last part of the report? Mr. Weasley hopes to make the wolfsbane potion free, but it's not easy, so he needs our help!"

The poor werewolf hesitated. He was also a Muggle, but he was an elite before being infected.

He knew there was something wrong.

But when he turned around and saw the pairs of eyes that were shining again in the dark cave, he choked up. After a moment, he shook his head fiercely and asked loudly: "How can we help him?"

Little Banar replied forcefully:

"Gather the werewolves, the more the better. Let's go to Diagon Alley, let's go to the Ministry of Magic, and let those wizards see how many werewolves there are!"

The small conference room in the editorial department of the Daily Prophet newspaper was filled with smoke.

Rita Skeeter, dressed in fancy clothes, sat at the conference table and waved her hand impatiently, fanning the steam from the ears of an old wizard nearby.

At the head of the conference table, the editor-in-chief of the daily newspaper, Mr. Barnabas Guffey, combed his thinning hair and distributed the information in his hand to everyone, saying:

"Vaughn Weasley, born on March 1980, 3, is less than 1 years old this year. Gentlemen, I..."

He saw Rita raise a finger as thick as a carrot to signal, paused, and then said again: "Well, and ladies, I think everyone knows what this age represents - it represents news! Topics! And eyeballs!"

"How did a child under 12 achieve his current achievements? How did he develop the Wolfsbane Potion? These are all questions that readers are curious about. There has never been such a young Potions Master before, and I think it will be difficult to find one in the future. Fortunately, some important people have designated us to interview him, and we must seize this opportunity..."

Rita Skeeter ignored the encouraging words that followed, her attention focused on the information the editor-in-chief inadvertently revealed.

She wrote "12 years old," "Potions Master," and "Big Shot" on the parchment, underlining the last line heavily.

Rita, who appears calm on the surface, is actually very excited.

Of course it’s not because a brand new Potions Master was born, but because the “12-year-old Potions Master” is a “big shot”!

She had already begun to conceive of a dark, ugly, and deceptive story of academic fraud in her mind. A child from a pure-blood family was pushed to the forefront by the power behind him. How many compromises and dark deals were hidden in this?

Just thinking about it made Rita tremble with excitement.

As for whether it is true or not... she doesn't care. As long as it can attract attention, it is enough, isn't it?

So when Mr. Barnabas Guffey asked who would like to interview at Hogwarts, Rita Skeeter immediately raised her hand.

"Okay, Rita, I'll leave it to you. You'll set off with the people from the Ministry of Magic this afternoon."

"Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, the Joint Investigation Team. It's just a formality. I'll give you the ticket later."

Rita narrowed her eyes slightly.

Those eyes gleamed with the greed of having caught prey.

……

Ron slept until dawn. When he opened his eyes, he was startled by the dark circles under Harry's eyes.

He muttered, "How did you get into this state again?"

Although Harry was in a very bad state, he was in high spirits. He whispered about his experience last night.

Ron's sleepy head immediately woke up, and he said in frustration, "Damn it! Why didn't you wake me up when it was such a fun thing to do?"

"You can come tonight. I have to go there anyway to see my parents and family."

Harry said with a hint of showing off.

He always envied the Weasley family for having so many people, even though Ron always looked embarrassed and distressed when he talked about his family.

Ron was also happy for Harry.

Just as the two were planning what time to start tonight, the twins suddenly burst in.

Harry and Ron thought the twins had heard them and were just wondering how to shut up the troublemakers when the twins started shouting, shaking the newspapers in their hands: "Ronnie, look, look, there's a Potions Master in the Weasley family!"

"Still a werewolf savior, Fred."

"That's right, George. The dawn of the wizarding world, and he'll go down in history!"

"This news must be made known to everyone."

“Yes, we subscribed to 100 newspapers!”

They threw their portions to Harry and Ron and ran off cheering. You could still hear them shouting "Weasley's Potions Master" from a long distance away.

Ron was a little confused and subconsciously calculated how much it would cost to order 5 copies of the Daily Prophet at 100 Knuts a copy. The rich man Harry had already picked up the newspaper.

After a quick glance, Harry, a newbie in the wizarding world, asked in confusion, "Wolfsbane Potion? Werewolf?"

Ron's eyes widened, looking terrified. "Don't you know? The scariest monster in the wizarding world, if you encounter a troll, it can at most smash your head. But if you encounter a werewolf... even the slightest scratch from it can infect you and turn you into a monster like it, forcing you to hide in the mountains and forests from then on."

Ever since "helping" Vaughn kill a troll, the troll has become Ron's unit of measurement for monsters.

Harry decided that he didn't want to encounter either a troll or a werewolf.

But with Ron's help, Harry finally understood the meaning of the contents in the newspaper: "So, wolfsbane potion can cure werewolves?"

Ron, who was still reading the report carefully, shook his head. "It says above that at present, it can only keep the werewolf awake during transformation. Vaughn... Vaughn is still developing it..."

The tips of his ears were slightly red with excitement.

Seeing the title "Reverend Mr. Weasley" appearing frequently, he felt inexplicably proud.

"That's great! This is the first time I feel that Vaughn isn't that despicable. Someone should have solved the werewolf problem long ago. My mom has been scaring me with Greyback since I was a kid. For a while, I didn't even dare go out to the bathroom at night!"

Harry felt as if he had discovered something terrible.

I don't dare to go out to the toilet, that is...

He quickly shook his head, afraid that if he continued to think about it, he would no longer be able to look Ron in the face. He said:

"I told you a long time ago that Vaughn is a good man. Look at what he said later. He even wants to make the wolfsbane potion free so that it can help more werewolves!"

Ron grunted and stopped saying bad things about his brother.

When the two walked out of the dormitory and came to the dining hall, they found that the news had been spread throughout Hogwarts by the twins.

Fred and George subscribed to 100 newspapers and distributed them free of charge to all the students who stayed on campus, and sent the remaining copies to some familiar classmates by owl.

The two saw that the remaining students who had stayed in school were almost all gathered around the Slytherin table, asking Vaughn all kinds of questions. The twins held up the fireworks that hadn't been used up yesterday, acting as an atmosphere group in the crowd. Percy put his arm around Vaughn's shoulder and said to everyone:

"Vaughn has been exceptionally skilled in potions since he was young, and I, his older brother, discovered this early on. I lent him my teaching materials... Worried? Never. I supported all his attempts. You can't imagine whose cauldron he used to brew his first potion!"

Percy said mysteriously, but he puffed out his chest, the P badge shining brightly on his chest.

Standing outside the crowd, Ron curled his lips and said to Harry, "Don't listen to Percy's nonsense. Vaughn used his cauldron that day, and he was so angry that he yelled and almost made a hole in the floor."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but criticize Vaughn again: "I always thought Vaughn did it on purpose. When he first started practicing potions, he never used Charlie's cauldron. His relationship with Charlie was better than his relationship with Percy."

There's one more chapter during the day!

Chapter 69 Fudge's Little Thoughts

The enthusiastic little wizards surrounded Vaughan and kept asking questions until noon, when they reluctantly dispersed after being driven away by Professor McGonagall.

Vaughan breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time, he felt that Fred and George's big mouths were really unbearable.

He ate his lunch in a hurry and was about to slip away to Snape's office when Professor McGonagall called him to the professor's seat and said:

"Mr. Weasley, I have just received a notice from the Ministry of Magic that the joint investigation team will officially visit the school this afternoon. They will also be accompanied by a reporter from the Daily Prophet. You will be interviewed by them then..."

Professor McGonagall looked very energetic and radiant today. Her thin and serious face looked amiable because of her happy mood and the smooth wrinkles on it.

She looked at Vaughn affectionately, ignoring the snake shield emblem on his chest. In her eyes, this was a good student who brought honor to the school, regardless of the college.