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

Chapter 11 Harry Potter

Harry didn't enjoy being the center of attention, especially since everyone who knew his name wanted to see the scar on his forehead, which made him feel like an animal in a zoo.

But he didn't have the courage to refuse, or rather, this would at least help him get to know others as quickly as possible.

So when he noticed Ron staring at his forehead with a flickering gaze, he lifted his hair and let him see.

"Merlin's socks..."

Ron couldn't help but admire, his eyes still fixed on Harry's forehead, making Harry's face turn slightly red.

Vaughn tapped him on the head with his wand.

Ron cried out in pain, clutching his head and complaining, "What are you doing?"

"Because you are impolite."

"I...I was just curious..."

Ron turned his face away, embarrassed, and looked out the window.

Harry sat awkwardly beside him, his eyes darting around, eventually settling on the wand in Vaughn's hand.

Having received help from the Weasleys twice, Harry felt that they were a very nice family.

His timidity subsided somewhat, and after watching for a while, he finally couldn't resist asking out of curiosity:

"Uh, Vaughn...can I call you Vaughn?"

Vaughn, who was grooming Fruit Tea's fur, nodded. "Of course, Harry."

"Vaughn, what were you just using...?"

"The Levitation Charm, a very basic spell that can make objects float, is in our first-grade textbook."

"That's amazing..." Harry blinked his green eyes, then looked a little sad. "I tried for a month and didn't learn anything."

Vaughn didn't take it seriously. "I've been practicing spells at home since I was eight, while you've grown up in Muggle society. Don't compare yourself to me, Harry. Many Muggle-born wizards are about the same as you."

What he didn't say was that he learned the levitation spell after reciting it only twice.

There's nothing to brag about in front of kids.

This made Harry feel a little better. He was about to step into a new environment and was afraid that he would fall behind his classmates.

Thinking about it, Harry realized he had ignored Ron, so he quickly changed the subject, wanting his new friend to show off and build rapport: "Ron, you must know a lot of spells, right?"

Ron: "..."

Harry saw Ron's face turn visibly red and he stammered, unable to speak. Vaughn across from him even burst out laughing. Harry realized that he had probably done something stupid.

That's so embarrassing!

Fortunately, the cubicle door opened again at that moment, and a smiling woman with dimples asked:

"Honey, would you like to buy some snacks?"

She pushed a handcart piled high with things.

Harry immediately jumped up. He had never made friends before and didn't know how to get along with his peers, but putting himself in their shoes, he felt that spending money to buy them snacks was a good idea.

Perfect, he's rich!

When Harry returned, the huge pile of snacks he was carrying caught Ron's eye. He stared intently as Harry dumped the snacks on the seat and then enthusiastically invited them to join him.

"Come on, come on, I bought a lot, more than one person can finish."

Ron tried to remain reserved: "Mom prepared sandwiches..."

But Vaughn had already happily picked up a pumpkin pie, tore open the packaging, and wasn't a child who would be shy about this. He could always reciprocate later.

Seeing Vaughn eat his food, Ron also awkwardly took a piece of pie and ate heartily. Harry was very happy. For the past 11 years, he had never shared anything with anyone, nor had anything or anyone to share with.

This feels amazing!

Harry and Ron ate and chatted, quickly getting into a lively discussion about Chocolate Frog cards and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, with Vaughn occasionally chiming in.

But most of the time, he just smiled at them, his mind wandering.

In his previous life, he had a thought: given Harry's upbringing, what would he be like if there were no Ron or Hermione?

The outcome was almost predictable—

Harry either basks in the spotlight and praise of the crowd as the savior, or he degenerates into a useless good-for-nothing.

Either follow Voldemort's old path.

But that's just hypothetical. The reality is that Harry happened to be on this train to Hogwarts, at a turning point in his life, when he met two lifelong friends who rekindled his parched and desolate heart with love.

Dumbledore always said that love is the greatest power.

But in Vaughn's view—

Fate... is the most awe-inspiring force!

I really want to hold it in my hand!

With a light touch of his finger on his wand, Vaughn turned to look out the window. The train had just passed the last neat stretch of farmland, and the fields stretching into the distance were gradually becoming desolate, followed by dark green mountain shadows, scattered forests, and winding rivers across the land.

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the cubicle was pushed open for the third time. A boy with a round face stood in the doorway, sobbing, and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a toad? Its name is Laifu, and I've lost it."

Harry and Ron shook their heads blankly.

"I'll go find him for you!" Vaughn stood up. "Here, fruit tea, smell his scent."

Guoguocha jumped off the table and followed behind him.

The round-faced boy gratefully blew out a snot bubble: "Thank you, thank you, my name is Neville, Neville Longbottom."

"Don't mention it, just call me Vaughn."

Vaughn wasn't that enthusiastic; he just wanted an excuse to wander around.

He also wanted to let his younger brother and Harry develop a good relationship.

Watching Vaughn leave with Neville, Harry remarked, "Your brother is such a good man, Ron."

Ron's face scrunched up like a chrysanthemum: "He's not! I don't know how many times he's scared me since I was a kid, and Fred and George are just as awful!"

Harry didn't seem to care: "You're brothers, of course he'll joke around with you, but look at how he treats me and that boy. Before today, I always thought all brothers in the world were like Dudley."

The two had talked about Dudley in a previous conversation, and Harry had almost described him as a devil.

Compared to him, Ron actually felt that Vaughn was like an angel, and couldn't help but start to boast: "...Of course he's not that bad. In fact, apart from scaring me, Vaughn is good at everything. He has been brewing potions since he was 8 years old. Everyone has heard of his name. He is a famous genius."

"He's still the highest earner in our family. Look, he bought me my new magic wand."

Harry watched Ron holding the wand like it was a precious treasure and felt envious.

No one had ever given him such a gift before.

Meanwhile, Vaughn, unaware that his brother was boasting to Harry, quickly found Ralph with the help of Fruit Tea, sent away the tearful Neville, and was just about to leave when he heard someone calling him.

"Vaughn...Weasley?"

Turning around, he saw Hermione Granger, her hair disheveled, staring at him intently from a short distance away.