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

Chapter 18 discusses how to break down family defenses.

"...I've already memorized the schedule. Vaughn, Gryffindor, and Slytherin have a lot of classes together, so I don't think the sorting process will affect anything."

"Today's first period is a transformation class. Have you prepared? If not, can I lend you my notes, or can we sit together during class?"

Breakfast, quite plentiful, had already been laid out on the long tables of the four colleges in the auditorium.

Of all the British "food," only breakfast didn't bore Vaughn.

In addition to the usual sausages and bacon, there are also scrambled eggs and tomato sauce set meals.

Even staple foods like bread come in a wide variety of styles.

Wearing the Slytherin serpent shield badge, Vaughn sat regally at the Gryffindor table, leisurely eating his breakfast while listening to Hermione's chatter beside him.

Every Gryffindor who passed by them would first look up in disbelief.

After confirming that he wasn't confused and hadn't gone to the wrong place, he hurriedly moved away from the two of them with a strange expression.

The Slytherins nearby kept turning back to look.

The news that Vaughn knocked out the prefect with two spells last night has spread throughout almost the entire Slytherin house.

It is said that the curse on the prefect was very powerful, and his classmates could not break it even by reciting the antidote. They had no choice but to send him to Mrs. Pomfrey overnight.

Everyone is re-evaluating this red-haired Weasley!

This is probably the only redeeming quality of the Slytherins; they revere strength and power, and even in their pure-blood education, strength and power are considered synonymous.

Whoever is strong will gain their respect!

But... why is that guy sitting at the Gryffindor table? Is rebellion just a Weasley family trait?

It's so painful!

Many of the Slytherin students who wanted to talk to Vaughn didn't dare to provoke him, so they just glared at the Gryffindors.

The Gryffindors found it strange, but out of consideration for Percy, Fred, and George, they felt bad about driving Vaughn away, so they turned on the Slytherins and glared back.

It was an ordinary breakfast, but the two colleges inexplicably found themselves tasting it like a battleground.

This naturally attracted the attention of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

However, in both houses, Ravenclaw has always been adept at self-preservation and doesn't bother with anyone else's business, while the Hufflepuff badgers are simple and honest and don't like to show off.

No one stirred up trouble or fanned the flames.

Until Fred and George stormed in.

"Look! George! The Weasley viper, he's sitting at the Gryffindor table!"

"Yes, Fred, you read that right, it's horrible! This guy betrayed us, and he still has the nerve to come back!"

The two stood on either side of Vaughn behind him, arms crossed, trying to make their brother understand how angry and disappointed they were!

Vaughn broke off a piece of bread, took a bite with the thick mushroom soup, and said slowly:

"Are you sure you want to cause me trouble?"

"Hmm—I remember two people were trying to curry favor with me all summer. Seeing how sincere they were, I was going to put 10 Galleons in the Halloween packages I sent them to support their cause..."

As he spoke, Vaughn turned back and looked earnestly at his two older brothers: "Now it seems they don't want it!"

The twins unconsciously lowered their arms and looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What should we do, Fred?"

"...How about...forgive him first?"

"Wouldn't that make us seem like we have no principles?"

"10 Galleons..."

"Percy said yesterday that no Weasley has ever been sorted into Slytherin, and someone needs to learn a lesson..."

The twins exchanged another glance, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Who cares what Percy's nonsense is!"

"We're absolutely not doing this for Galleons, but how could we possibly let down our brother's unwavering support for our cause? Right, Fred?"

"Yes, George, so what if they're Slytherins? Aren't they Hogwarts students? Aren't they our brothers?"

"Ahem, there are quite a few jerks in Slytherin, but that definitely doesn't include our little brother."

"That's right, George!"

Vaughn smiled, stopped teasing them, and asked seriously, "Is 10 Galleons enough?"

The twins nodded repeatedly and said:

"That's enough, that's enough."

"Crucial, Vaughn!"

The two were in high spirits. They grabbed a few pieces of bread and quickly left while whispering about product development.

After walking quite a distance, one of them muttered under his breath, "The Weasleys have never left Slytherin..."

"What can we do? That's our little brother, George."

"well……"

……

"The twins are done with." Although he remained calm, Vaughn secretly breathed a sigh of relief; things hadn't gone as he expected.

Of the entire Weasley family, Fred and George were the most mischievous.

However, because of their similar ages, she is the most protective of her younger brothers.

Last night he also wrote a letter to Molly and Arthur, explaining his reasons for going to Slytherin House—he didn't mention Occlumency, but said that he had discussed it with the Sorting Hat and that he hoped to study Potions under Professor Snape.

It concerns studies, and it's about Snape, so Mom and Dad shouldn't have any more reservations...

"Sigh, if only I had such a clear mind about interpersonal relationships in my past life, I wouldn't be stuck as an ordinary office worker!"

Vaughn sighed.

Then, Hermione beside her said hesitantly in a low voice, "Actually, I don't think going to Slytherin means anything."

Vaughn looked at her; her cheeks were flushed, but she still spoke earnestly:

"I've read *Hogwarts: A History of the School*, *A History of Magic*, and *A Modern History of Magic*, and no magical historian has ever said that Slytherin only produces bad people. I also don't believe that the sorting system determines whether a person is good or bad. In *A Modern History of Magic*, I even saw that one of the most infamous Death Eaters was from Gryffindor!"

Listening to her earnest explanation, or rather, her words of comfort?

Vaughn smiled and ruffled her hair. "Thank you, Hermione."

Although he doesn't need comforting.

But isn't it nice to have a sensible little girl who thinks of you?

This pleasant mood lasted until breakfast was over, and then she went to Transfiguration class with Hermione.

This was the first class of their first year. When Vaughn and Hermione arrived, there were only two or three people in the classroom, including Malfoy and Neville, whom he was mocking.

And on the podium, a tabby cat was crouching.

Upon seeing Vaughn, Malfoy and his henchmen instinctively shrank into a corner. Neville was deeply grateful, completely disregarding Vaughn's Slytherin status, and cried out, "Thank you, Vaughn! Only you can frighten Malfoy. I heard you gave him a good beating. You're so kind!"

The tabby cat sitting on the podium had a serious expression on its face.

Vaughn's good mood vanished instantly.

Thank you, Neville, but it would be even better if you could just shut up...