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

Chapter 54 Your problem is serious, Harry.

In fact, before Tom Riddle, Hogwarts did not prohibit the study of dark magic, nor did it oppose the study of souls.

"The Secrets of Advanced Dark Magic," which records the methods of making Horcruxes, was kept in the restricted area for many years, and anyone could borrow it with the professor's permission.

Until Tom becomes the Socket Man, in order to find the secret of his immortality, Dumbledore takes away all the books that Tom had borrowed, especially those related to dark magic and the soul.

Vaughn rubbed his temples, somewhat speechless.

That wretched Tom!

Vaughn hadn't seen any similar books when he went to Dumbledore's office before, so the old man must have hidden them away.

Having learned from Tom's experience, Vaughn felt he would likely have a hard time borrowing the book from Dumbledore.

In fact, his relationship with Dumbledore is now rather delicate. In order to get more involved in Harry and Tom's fate, he revealed some of the information he had to Dumbledore.

For example, Horcruxes and Harry's abnormal states.

While this information from the original work could certainly be disguised under other pretexts, the mere fact that Old Deng knew about Horcruxes was enough to make him wary.

Vaughn and Dumbledore are currently in a process of mutual wariness and testing.

They were willing to trust each other in some things, but wary of each other in others. Vaughn didn't want Dumbledore to use him as a tool to fight Voldemort, and Dumbledore was also afraid of creating another Voldemort.

"We need to find a way to gradually get Old Deng to open up."

Vaughn pondered. Harry seemed like a good shield, as long as he could assure Dumbledore that he wouldn't become the next Voldemort...

Huh?

Vaughn suddenly realized the crux of the matter: it was all Tom's fault!

Damn Tom!

"Achoo!"

As they emerged from the Gryffindor tower, Hermione and Harry encountered Professor Quirrell. They had barely greeted the professor when he suddenly sneezed violently, snot streaming down his face.

Harry, fighting back nausea, asked, "Professor, are you alright?"

Professor Quirrell looked terrible; he wrapped himself up in a fur cloak.

Steam was still coming out of my ears; that was a side effect of the stimulant.

The steam made the garlic smell on his large headscarf even stronger and more unpleasant.

"No, no, it's nothing, Mr. Poppopot..." he forced a smile, stammering, "Mrs. Pomfrey, tell me, tell me I have a cold... Ah! I'm going to rest now, goodbye!"

The two watched as he suddenly groaned in pain for some reason, then hurriedly took small, shuffling steps and crawled away along the wall.

Hermione said softly with pity, "He must have been freezing yesterday. He fainted in the Great Hall and the Headmaster didn't remember him until the very end."

Just then, a passing young wizard saw Quirrell and immediately shouted to him, "Professor Quirrell, look! There's a troll!"

The other young wizards around them laughed.

Ever since Quirrell was frightened unconscious by the troll yesterday, and the troll was killed by Vaughn, no student council member has shown the professor any respect.

Watching all this, Harry sighed, "If I were him, I would stay far away from Hogwarts and never come back."

"Do you think he might be the one who tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

"Impossible," Harry said firmly. "You might as well suspect Goyle and Crabbe. Quirrell... what could he possibly be capable of?"

This statement was extremely insulting. In the eyes of the trio, Goyle and Crabbe were basically at the lower limit of humanoid beings, and in principle, they could not be any lower.

Hermione couldn't help but glare at Harry.

The two of them sneaked all the way into the Slytherin common room in the basement, and soon saw the famous words above an old door.

Sea view room!

"How do we get in? We don't have a password!"

Harry was a little nervous. This was the territory of the evil Slytherin. He wondered what kind of scene it would be inside.

Hermione, clutching her schoolbag, calmly said, "Wait for someone to come."

After waiting for a long time, a girl wearing a snake shield badge finally appeared.

Hermione mustered her courage and stopped her: "We're Vaughn Weasley's friends, and we're going to visit him in his dorm. Could you open the door for us?"

The girl was tall and strong; her arms were thicker than Harry's legs.

Her somewhat fierce and sharp eyes sized them up and down, and she seemed to recognize Harry. She grinned at him and said, "Follow me."

The girl read out the command and opened the door.

Hermione and Harry saw through the huge bay window of the common room that sunlight pierced through the ice and refracted and rippled on the water, with water plants swaying in the shimmering waves and schools of fish swimming leisurely, a scene as dreamlike as a dream.

The two of them were a little stunned for a moment...

No wonder Vaughn called it an ocean view room...

There were quite a few people in the common room, including Malfoy. Seeing Harry enter, he immediately jumped up from the sofa: "Potter, you…"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the girl point to the stairs next to her: "Mr. Weasley's bedroom is over there, two floors up, the second room after the exit."

Malfoy quickly sat back down on the sofa, as if nothing had happened.

Harry pretended not to see him until he followed Hermione upstairs, at which point he patted his chest forcefully: "That scared me to death, Malfoy with so many Slytherins..."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him: "What are you afraid of? Didn't you notice that when that senior mentioned Vaughn's name, none of them dared to move?"

Harry noticed it, of course, and was quite envious.

Who wouldn't want to be that impressive?

Following the kind upperclassman's directions, the two easily found Vaughn's dorm room. Hermione had just knocked when the door opened, revealing a cute big cat hanging on the doorknob, meowing at Hermione.

Hermione beamed and hurriedly hugged it, exclaiming, "Oh dear, the Fruit Tea Party is open! How clever!"

Guo Guocha rubbed her affectionately and brushed Harry with his tail, which was barely a greeting.

Harry, however, paid no attention to the cat's preferential treatment. As soon as he entered, he saw Vaughn sitting at his desk by the window, tapping a pebble with his wand. As he softly chanted a spell, the pebble was slowly disappearing.

It was as if there was an invisible eraser erasing it from the world before my eyes.

Soon, the pebbles disappeared completely, and Vaughn finally looked up at Hermione and Harry: "How did you get here?"

"Oh, we wanted to come and see you."

Hermione said, then stared longingly at the spot where the pebble had disappeared, and asked, "Did you make it invisible? What kind of magic was it?"

In the wizarding world, making an object invisible is not a very uncommon thing. Although we didn't learn it in the first year, Professor Flitwick had given examples of the Disillusionment Charm and the Vanishing Charm when he was explaining spells.

Vaughn did not answer.

Looking at Harry, who seemed lost in thought, she suddenly asked, "Harry, what do you think?"

Harry was stunned and hesitated.

Given his poor academic record and limited knowledge, he should have unconditionally believed Hermione's words.

But he inexplicably felt that the spell Vaughn had just used was actually very scary!

That pebble didn't become invisible; it truly disappeared.

He hesitated before offering his opinion, and Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. She had already read all the first-year books and consulted with the professors about reference books, but she had never heard of such magic (the Vanishing Charm could only be learned in fifth grade).

However, before she could ask further questions, Vaughn sighed:

"Your problem is serious, Harry."

Harry: "?"