Hogwarts: What wicked thoughts could a little wizard possibly have?

Chapter 40 Newt Scamander

After eating the chocolate, Blake and his teacher, who is probably also a principal, are still wrestling and tearing at each other in the painting.

A group of elderly men and women gathered around to watch.

The huge principal's office was instantly transformed into a senior citizens' activity center.

"Son, don't listen to old Blake's nonsense. He's gone mad ever since he learned that the last male member of the Blake family had been thrown into Azkaban."

A kind voice came from beside me.

Upon hearing the sound, Vaughn looked over and saw that a red-haired old lady had appeared on a blank portrait that had been hanging near his desk.

In the magical world, seeing that red hair almost eliminates any need for much thought.

Vaughn bowed: "Hello, Headmaster Weasley. I'm sorry, I don't know how to address you."

She was undoubtedly an ancestor of the Weasley family, but Arthur and Molly had eloped and had long been expelled from the family. They didn't bring any family genealogy documents with them, and the younger generation, including Vaughn, knew nothing about the Weasley history.

The old lady was plump and had a kind and gentle appearance.

"Don't worry about those things. I'm long dead. The Weasley family's seniority is irrelevant now."

Vaughn readily accepted the good advice.

The dead themselves didn't care, so there was no need for him to insist on knowing. He changed the subject: "When you said the last male heir of the Black family, were you referring to Sirius Black?"

"Yes, that was 10 years ago. I still remember when Dumbledore told old Black the news, he roared wildly."

"One of the sacred 28 purebloods, whose lineage spans millennia, is about to become dust of history. We can understand his pain, but ever since then, he has been trying to lure Slytherin students to help him rescue Sirius from Azkaban..."

Principal Weasley sighed:

"That was going too far, and Dumbledore had no choice but to confine him to his office as a result."

She looked at Vaughn with affection and warned him, "You are still young and may yearn for power, but you must be wary and restrain yourself from studying dark magic."

"Some ignorant dark wizards always say that power has no good or evil; it is the wizard who determines good and evil. But dark magic needs extreme, negative emotions as nourishment. Who can guarantee they won't go insane if they are constantly in such intense emotional states?"

Vaughn nodded.

This is also his opinion.

That's why he was curious about how Dumbledore and Snape solved this problem.

After chatting with his ancestors for a while and watching the excitement, Vaughn, feeling a bit bored as the two old men continued their fight, began to wander around Dumbledore's office.

He found the Pensieve in a cabinet near the fireplace.

Vaughn vaguely remembered that Dumbledore had preserved many memories of Tom in order to investigate why Tom was still alive.

However, he didn't see it; it must have been hidden by Dumbledore using magic.

Then, near the door, in a corner hidden by a shelf, he found a life-sized mirror covered with black silk.

Vaughn didn't lift the silk; he knew what it was.

"That's the Mirror of Eris."

The Apparition disturbed the silence in the office, and Fawkes returned with Dumbledore.

After going out for a while and confirming something, the old man seemed to be in a good mood and said to Vaughn with a smile:

"Legend has it that it can reflect a person's desires. Mr. Weasley, won't you take a look?"

Vaughn smiled and shook his head: "I saw an introduction to it in an alchemy book. It can only reflect desires, but cannot be realized. No matter how you look at it, it is still fake."

"But I think it can help you determine your inner thoughts."

"I know very well what I desire in my heart, Principal. A person's self-awareness should start from within themselves, not from a mirror."

"What did you see in the mirror this time?" Vaughn replied, growing impatient, and couldn't help but nudge Dumbledore.

"..."

Dumbledore was momentarily lost in thought.

He couldn't help but think back to the past period of time when he stood in front of the mirror every day, and the reflection of four young children in the mirror looked and sounded the same as they did more than ninety years ago.

Unlike reality, they have no conflicts, no tragedies, and are smiling happily, close and happy.

But the great wizard quickly suppressed his surging emotions and winked at Vaughn: "I see a lot of wool socks. You have to understand, child, how much a hundred-year-old man would want someone to give him a pair of warm wool socks for Christmas."

"hehe……"

Vaughn responded with only an ambiguous laugh.

He didn't want to play this game of feigning madness with Dumbledore anymore, so he asked directly, "Have you discovered anything?"

Dumbledore shook his head regretfully, but still replied, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, your guess is correct. A powerful dark wizard is plotting to obtain unicorn blood in an attempt to concoct an elixir of immortality to sustain his... ugly, wretched, flickering life!"

As he said this, a complex expression flashed in his deep blue eyes.

But soon, his tone became lighter:

"Although I didn't find him, fortunately, I found the unicorn herd. So far, no unicorns have lost their lives because of it. Your discovery was very timely, Mr. Weasley. On behalf of the unicorns, I thank you. You are a truly good man—"

Dumbledore wiped his eyes with emotion.

Dramatic!

Vaughn's lips twitched a few times. Compared to that, he still preferred playing with Ron and Harry. Those cunning old guys were too annoying!

What a pity! It seems that Tom didn’t go to the Forbidden Forest tonight. It would be interesting if the two of them met.

Vaughn sighed regretfully, then suggested, "Headmaster, I recommend moving the unicorns to another location. The Forbidden Forest is no longer suitable for their survival, and Hogwarts doesn't have enough manpower to guard against thieves all day."

"That's a very good suggestion, Weasley... Oh, may I call you Vaughn? It'll be more friendly that way."

Vaughn chuckled: "Then I'll call you Albus?"

To everyone's surprise, Old Deng didn't seem to care at all, and said with a smile, "Of course, isn't a name meant to be called?"

Before Vaughn could continue chuckling, he said:

"I also think unicorns are no longer suitable for the Forbidden Forest, so I've decided to ask an old friend for help. Come on, Vaughn, come with me. He's a good guy, you'll definitely like him."

Vaughn did not refuse.

Fawkes walked up to Dumbledore, grabbed his wrist, and with a squeak, landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Have you ever experienced a follower appearing? Relax, it's just uncomfortable for a moment."

"Okay, Albus!"

"Don't struggle in the middle. Splitting is terrible. If your head flies off, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time finding it, child."

"Okay, Albus!"

"...I don't think you need to keep calling me by my name."

"Okay, Albus!"

call out--

The two figures vanished, twisting and turning, leaving only the portraits still arguing in the office.