Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Ollivander's personality would never allow those conditions he mentioned to happen.

Fate is no longer unique... unless there is another time traveler in this world!

No longer strong... then continue to be strong!

Being defeated... doesn't exist!

Even when the cunning Ollivander told the story of the Elder Wand, he did so under the guise of a fairy tale.

But Vaughan knew that the Elder Wand did exist. It had helped Grindelwald stir up trouble, and had been at peace in Dumbledore's hands for decades. It had never been seen that it had voluntarily abandoned its owner.

After all, whether it was Grindelwald's failure or Dumbledore's death, it was a choice made by them as wizards.

The magic wand is just an auxiliary tool after all!

"Since you desire to be powerful, then wait for the future. I will use you to compete with the one holding the Elder Wand!"

Thinking of this, Vaughan smiled and put his wand into the wand bag at his waist.

Behind him, inside the door of Ollivander's, the sound of wands being tested continued for a while. Finally, the door opened and Ron, his face flushed, walked out with his head held high, holding a new wand.

"14 inches, willow, unicorn hair, amazing!" Ron boasted. "I just made thousands of boxes inside levitate. Too bad you didn't see it, Vaughn!"

With that smug look on his face, he completely forgot that more than 10 minutes ago, he was screaming and almost dragged into the store by his mother.

The boy was so happy when he finally got a new thing in his hand, which was no longer his brothers’ old things!

Then he heard Vaughn say with a smile: "Did you buy the wand cover?"

"..." The smug smile froze on Ron's face.

"It's very precious and needs essential oils to maintain it. A set costs at least dozens of Sickles."

He began to slump his shoulders unconsciously.

"Tsk, it seems like everyone has to give each other gifts on Halloween, but it seems like some people don't need it anymore?" Vaughn continued with a smile.

Ron sniffed, his eyes watering. The remaining stubbornness made him want to straighten his chest and yell in rebuttal... But the Halloween gift...

Damn it!

It seems like I've fallen into a trap!

Like all middle-aged women, Molly was always keen on chatting with people about family matters. After she had finally exchanged enough pleasantries with Ollivander and walked out of the store, her shopping trip in Diagon Alley was successfully concluded.

Well, maybe not so much for Ron.

Returning to the Burrow through the fireplace, in the afternoon, the purchased goods were delivered one after another by the owls, including the entrusted fruit tea, which could not use the fireplace.

In addition to Vaughan's own school supplies, there were also various candies he bought for Ginny.

The little girl kissed Vaughn hard, then took the candy and prepared to share it with Guo Guocha.

From the first moment she saw Guo Guocha, she fell in love with this "little cat", especially after Guo Guocha smelled Vaughan's scent on her and rubbed against her, Ginny almost wanted to stick to Guo Guocha and take it around the house to confirm the new territory.

This made Ron even more sad. He stayed in his room for almost the entire day and didn't dare let Scabbers go out.

But in the early morning of the next day, Guoguocha still caught Banban on the second-floor windowsill.

The mouse had somehow opened the window of Ron's room, with a few cookies curled around its tail, and seemed ready to run away from home.

Unfortunately, a stunning spell flew over its head, and the cunning little mouse became Guo Guocha's toy without any resistance.

When Ron got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he found that Scabbers was missing. When he hurriedly found them, a large piece of Scabbers' fur was torn off, and the whole mouse was almost dead. Ron was so scared that he broke down crying, making a lot of noise. He tried to drive Guoguocha away, but was beaten by Ginny with her short legs.

Then he nailed up all the windows of his room, begged Arthur to make him a mousetrap, and from then on he hid his mistress in the room.

Every day when Vaughn passed by the 4th floor with Guoguocha, he could see Ron hiding behind the door of the room, opening a crack and staring at them vigilantly.

Honestly, that's pretty disgusting...

Only when Vaughn boiled medicine every two weeks would Guo Guocha accompany him because he had to stay in the attic for several days. Those days became Ron's happiest days.

Vaughn didn't take Scabbers too seriously, as long as he made sure it didn't run away.

While waiting to go to school, Vaughan's life continued as usual. He brewed potions every two weeks and practiced spells in his spare time - spells from textbooks, which he had gradually mastered since he was 8 years old using his brothers' old books and old wands.

The levels of mastery vary greatly. Due to the lack of a teacher's guidance and tips, it is difficult to make much progress through self-study alone.

Arthur and Molly cannot be relied upon, as they have to work and take care of the housework, and they have almost no time. As for the brothers... Percy is a rather selfish guy, so don't expect him to put down his studies to tutor his younger brothers.

Not to mention Fred and George, whose spell skills were a mess. Vaughn still remembered reading novels in his previous life, where these twins, who were two years older than Harry Potter, still needed Harry to teach them the Disarming Spell...

Outrageous!

Time flies, and finally, it’s September 9st!

Chapter 9 Platform Nine and Three Quarters

In the early morning, Mrs. Weasley's roar continued to echo in the Burrow.

"Percy! Percy! Where are your robes and your cauldron? And what's with all these packets full of letters? Clear them away!"

"Fred! George! How many times do I have to tell you! You're not allowed to bring these weird candies to school. Take them all away!"

"Ron! What time is it, and you're still sleeping? Get up quickly and check your luggage again. If I don't see you coming down in five minutes, I'll throw you into the pond and lock you in the cellar. Don't even think about going to Hogwarts to study!"

"Merlin's beard, one day I'm going to be pissed off to death by you!"

"You really should learn from Vaughn. He packed everything two days in advance. Not only did he have to bring school supplies, but he also had to bring a bunch of potions and ingredients. It was so tiring..."

Molly wiped her eyes, and then the next moment, she saw something and waved her wand angrily: "Come here, Scabbers!"

A fat rat squeaking flew in from outside the door, was caught by her strong hands, and stretched out its legs with a squeak.

"Ronald Weasley! Where are your eyes? You can't even keep an eye on your own mouse... Oh, Guoguocha, my little cutie, if I hadn't seen you chasing it, I would have almost lost it. Come here, mommy has some dried fish~"

"Meow~"

The chaotic situation lasted for more than two hours. After Molly checked again and again and made sure that everyone had brought everything, she heard the sound of car horns outside the door.

Molly took the lead, helping Vaughn carry the box of potion ingredients, and her sons followed behind.

As they walked out of the gate, they saw a car parked in the open space in front of the door. Arthur Weasley stood in front of the car, patting the roof proudly: "Hurry up and get in the car, children. Daddy will take you to the station using Muggle methods today!"

Of course, an ordinary car could not accommodate so many people, but as a wizard, even if he worked in the "Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department", don't expect Arthur to follow the rules.

There was a shed next to the Burrow that was used specifically to store it. Arthur had been trying to modify it all summer, and occasionally Vaughn, Fred, and George would go to help him when they had nothing to do.

The car's compartment and trunk were both cast with a traceless extension spell, leaving a huge amount of space inside.

Arthur even tried to make it fly, but it's not done yet.

The family put their luggage into the spacious trunk and got into the car in a hurry. Molly's roar almost never stopped during this time - naughty Fred and George were fighting and quarreling, Percy was upset because his mother threw the letter away, and Ron was hugging Scabbers tightly, kicking his legs and yelling at Fruit Tea to go away.

Almost every moment, one could hear their screams of pain as Molly twisted their ears.

Arthur turned a blind eye to all this.

He turned the key excitedly and started the car while looking at the operating instructions and map.

Vaughn sat in the passenger seat, speechless.

"Dad, can you drive?"

"Of course, of course I will. I've practiced for at least three days... Oh, Vaughn, help Daddy figure out what this means? Clutch? Release it? Gear? How do I adjust it? Oh, oh—unbelievable, magical Muggles!"

Ten minutes later, the car had driven less than 50 meters...

Vaughan, unable to bear it any longer, kicked him out of the car, cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm on the car, and got in the driving seat himself.

Although his son had taken away his happiness, Arthur, with his childish personality, didn't care at all.

"You're worthy of being my son, the genius of the Weasley family! Dad knew you also liked Muggle things. Don't worry, son. When you come back from vacation, Dad will definitely learn how to drive it, and then take you for... what do Muggles say? That's right! For a ride!"

Vaughn rolled his eyes at him.

The car sped along, and thanks to the Muggle-Repelling Charm, it was not stopped by the traffic police. However, when it arrived at King's Cross Station, it was already half past ten. The family got off the car in a hurry, squeezed into the station, and searched for Platform Nine and Three-Quarters in the dense crowd.

Percy, who had been in a bad mood ever since the letter was thrown away, was squeezed and complained, "Too many Muggles!"

"Silly boy, this is a Muggle station, of course there are a lot of Muggles."

"There! The third pillar!" Ginny, who was sitting on her father's shoulder, found the target with her sharp eyes.

The whole family squeezed over quickly.

"Percy, you go in first... Very good, Fred, it's your turn!"

"I'm George, Mom!"

"Oh - sorry, baby, Mommy made a mistake."

The twins smiled mischievously, and "George" playfully put his mother's face close to his. "Actually, I'm Fred, haha——"

He pushed the cart in laughing all the way.

Following behind Molly and Arthur, Vaughan looked around at the oldest station in Britain.

This was his first time here, and to be honest, he was a little disappointed.

Perhaps because it was built too long ago, all the facilities are very old and many places are dilapidated. Only the big arch still retains a trace of its former glory.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure sneaking up behind them, pushing a cart piled with luggage and an owl cage.

It was a little boy who seemed to be malnourished, short and thin, wearing a pair of broken glasses and looking dull and stupid.

Compared to him, Ron, the bully in the family, is tall, strong, smart and lively!

The boy also noticed that Vaughn had noticed him, and stood there at a loss, as if wanting to come closer but not daring to.

He nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead, revealing a lightning-shaped scar.

The moment he saw the scar, Vaughn knew who this silly boy was - Harry Potter!

The legendary Boy-Who-Lived.

"Hurry, Vaughn, you're in line in front of Ron... Oh—" Molly, who was turning around to call Vaughn, also noticed Harry Potter. Of course, his scar was now covered by his hair, and Molly did not recognize him.

But an isolated child undoubtedly inspired Molly's maternal love.

She quickly waved Harry over and said, "Child, are you also a freshman this year?"

"Yes... yes, ma'am." Harry rubbed his hands nervously on his trouser legs. "Platform nine and three-quarters, ma'am. I don't know where it is or how to get in..."

"It's okay, kid. Look over here. There's a ticket booth at the third pillar between platforms nine and ten. Push your luggage cart and head straight for it."