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

Chapter 8 September 1st

"Arrogant, extreme, explosive..."

Sitting on the steps in front of Ollivanders wand shop, basking in the bright sunshine, Vaughn examined the brand-new elder wand in his hand.

Ollivander's whispers from ten minutes ago still echoed in my ears.

"The dragon's nerves are almost incompatible with any magic, Mr. Vaughn Weasley. Unlike unicorn hair, which resists evil, or phoenix tail feathers, which are conventional, it can help you make any spell perfect, powerful, and dazzling."

"But I must say, it is also the most prone to accidents of all wand core materials, especially when it is combined with elderwood—this wandwood has an extreme nature; from the moment it is born, it craves the peak."

"The wizarding world has long held the belief that elder wands bring bad luck. Based on personal experience, I can certainly say that's unfounded, but the truth is, what if one day your destiny is no longer unique, no longer powerful, or you are defeated by someone..."

"Then it will most likely abandon you!"

"You must have heard the story of the Old Man's Wand, right? While The Tales of Beedle the Bard are indeed a children's book, they also illustrate the unique characteristic of the Elder Wand—it has never truly belonged to anyone!"

Vaughn gently stroked the wand with his fingers; the elderwood's unique knuckles were smooth to the touch and extremely comfortable to hold.

He could feel it trembling, rejoicing, almost eagerly yielding to his magic!

So, will you abandon me?

Vaughn murmured, for the wand certainly did not possess the wisdom to answer him.

"Meow!"

Fruit Tea, whose head was resting on Vaughn's lap, raised its head and meowed softly when it heard him speak. It licked Vaughn's chin, as if trying to comfort him.

Vaughn smiled and scratched Fruit Tea's thick fur.

He let the huge cat snuggle against him, purring contentedly.

How could he possibly worry about the wand betraying him?

The conditions Ollivander mentioned were simply not going to happen given his character.

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

If you're no longer powerful... then stay powerful forever!

Being defeated...that's impossible!

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

But Vaughn knew that the Elder Wand did exist. It had helped Grindelwald stir up trouble and had been well-behaved under Dumbledore for decades, never abandoning its owner.

Ultimately, whether it was Grindelwald's failure or Dumbledore's death, they were choices made by the wizards themselves.

A wand is ultimately just an auxiliary tool!

"Since you crave power, then wait until the future, and I'll pit you against the man wielding the Elder Wand!"

Thinking about it, Vaughn smiled and put his wand into the wand pouch at his waist.

Behind him, inside the Ollivanders shop, the sound of wands being tested rang out for a while longer. Finally, the door opened, and Ron, beaming, walked out with a new wand in hand and head held high.

"14 inches, willow, unicorn hair, fantastic!" Ron boasted loudly. "I just made thousands of boxes inside float up, too bad you didn't see it, Vaughn!"

His smug expression made him completely forget that just over 10 minutes earlier, he had been screaming and practically dragged into the store by his mother.

The boy was thrilled to finally have something new in his hands, no longer his brothers' old items!

Then he heard Vaughn say with a smile, "Did you buy the wand set?"

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

"It's very expensive, and it requires essential oils for maintenance. A set costs at least tens of dollars."

"..." He unconsciously began to slump his shoulders.

"Tsk, it seems like everyone exchanges gifts for Halloween, right? It looks like some people don't need them anymore?" Vaughn continued with a smile.

Ron sniffed, his eyes starting to well up with tears. A lingering stubbornness wanted him to straighten his back and yell in protest… but the Halloween present…

Damn it!

It seems like we've been tricked!

Like all middle-aged women, Molly always enjoys chatting with people. Only after she had finished exchanging pleasantries with Ollivander and walked out of the store did her Diagon Alley shopping trip come to a perfect end.

Well, maybe it wasn't that enjoyable for Ron.

Returning to the Burrow via the fireplace, by afternoon the purchased goods were delivered by the owls, including the entrusted fruit tea, which could not be served through the fireplace.

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

The little girl kissed Vaughn hard, then took the candy to share with Fruit Tea.

From the moment she first saw Guoguocha, she fell in love with this "little kitten." Especially after Guoguocha smelled Vaughn's scent on her and rubbed against her, Ginny practically wanted to stick to Guoguocha and take it around the whole house to explore the new territory.

This made Ron even more upset, and he stayed in his room almost all day, not daring to let Scabbers go out.

However, in the early hours of the next day, Guoguocha still managed to catch Banban on the second-floor windowsill.

At that moment, the mouse somehow opened Ron's window, with a few cookies curled up on its tail, as if it was preparing to run away from home.

Unfortunately, a stunning spell flew down from above, and the cunning little mouse became Fruit Tea's toy without any resistance.

When Ron got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, he found that Spotty was missing. When he hurriedly found them, a large patch of Spotty's fur had been torn off, and the whole mouse was almost dead. Ron was so scared that he broke down crying and making a fuss. He tried to drive Fruit Tea away, but Ginny beat him up with her short legs.

Then he nailed all the windows in his room shut and begged Arthur to make him a mousetrap, thus keeping his mistress hidden away in the deep room.

Every day when Vaughn passed by the fourth floor with his fruit tea, he could see Ron hiding behind the door, opening it a crack and watching them warily.

Honestly, that looked pretty sleazy...

Only during the bi-weekly medicine-brewing time, when Vaughn would stay in the attic for several days without coming out, would Guoguocha keep him company, and those days became Ron's happiest days.

Vaughn didn't care too much about Spotty; he just wanted to make sure it didn't run away.

While waiting to start school, Vaughn's life remained routine. He brewed a potion every two weeks and practiced spells in his spare time—spells from the textbook that he had gradually mastered since he was eight years old, using his brothers' old books and wands.

The levels of mastery vary greatly, because without the guidance and tips of a teacher, it is difficult to make much progress through self-study alone.

Arthur and Molly are out of the question; they have to work and do housework, leaving them with almost no time. As for the older brothers… Percy is a rather selfish guy, so don’t expect him to drop his studies to tutor his younger brother.

Fred and George were even worse; their spellcasting skills were abysmal. Vaughn remembered reading in his previous life that these twins, who were two years older than Harry Potter, still needed Harry to teach them the Disarming Charm…

Outrageous!

Time passed, and finally, September 1st arrived!