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

Chapter 57 "Raising" Harry

Harry suspected he had been tricked... This was the thought that arose in his mind after several days of "Occlumency" practice, during which all his memories, including his dreams, had been thoroughly dissected by Vaughn, yet he still hadn't made any progress.

Ron vehemently agreed: "Listen to me, Harry. Based on my 11 years of experience being bullied, Vaughn is definitely using you as a target for his magic practice. He'd actually help you? Ha! That's laughable!"

Then he laughed out loud twice, and his big tooth really fell out...

Vaughn, who was passing by, casually put away his wand.

Ron had to go to the school clinic and drink a large cup of medicine to help his molar grow back.

Hermione, however, had a different opinion. She asked Harry seriously, "How can you be sure that idea is really yours?"

It sounds like nonsense, but it makes so much sense...

Harry clutched his head, lost in fear of dark magic and philosophical contemplation.

After thinking about it all day, he still obediently went to the Room of Requirement that night, looking very determined, so that Vaughn would use Legilimency on him.

Compared to the barely perceptible progress in his Occlumency, Vaughn's Legilimency seemed to Harry to be progressing at lightning speed.

This made Harry a little dejected.

In the second week of November, Harry, who had once again come to the Room of Requirement, asked Vaughn dejectedly, "Am I stupid?"

Immersed in the joy of learning magic, Vaughn casually asked, "Why do you think that?"

Harry sighed, but his lips moved a few times without saying anything. He lay straight on the carpet like a salted fish and sighed, "Come on! Let's finish this quickly."

Vaughn: "..."

Only then did he realize something was wrong. It seemed that he had ruined his savior classmate. How could he let the target completely give up resistance?

The more intense the resistance from the target, the more effective the spell of mind control will be.

Vaughn frantically flipped through the book for a while before finally finding a solution.

"Harry, if you cooperate with me, I'll cast a Sweet Dream Charm on you after practice, how about that?"

Salted Fish Harry, expressionless, asked, "What's the use?"

Vaughn smiled enticingly: "It can give you a beautiful dream, a dream where you can have anything, like, you want to hold hands with a certain girl..."

Harry sat bolt upright, his face flushed, and stammered, "I already said it wasn't what I wanted. It's just a dream, maybe..."

Looking at Vaughn's enigmatic smile, Harry's voice trailed off, and after a moment, he asked in a barely audible voice, "Was it really a beautiful dream?"

Vaughn nodded.

Harry hesitated, "It's not impossible, at least I can have sweet dreams and get a good night's sleep, right?"

The next day, Vaughn happily saw a new dream in Harry's memory, still dreamy and hazy, as if it were a pink dream, in which a little boy and a girl who was half a head taller than him were walking side by side.

It looks absolutely wonderful.

Harry's consciousness struggled desperately within his memories, but as Vaughn became more and more proficient in Legilimency, it became increasingly difficult for him to expel Vaughn from his mind as he had at the beginning.

After another day of studying, Harry, still unable to resist, could only helplessly emphasize to Vaughn once more: "You promised me you wouldn't tell anyone about my dream."

He didn't care about anything else. During his years living with the Dursleys, his most vivid memories were of the cupboard under the stairs, and the rest of the house was Hogwarts.

"Don't worry, I'll keep quiet."

Only after receiving Vaughn's assurance did Harry feel at ease enough to go back and rest. Vaughn, who remained in the Room of Requirement, pressed his wand to his forehead and slowly drew out a strand of silver thread.

Those were his memories, containing everything he saw after he invaded Harry's mind.

Vonn hummed a leisurely tune as he placed the silver thread into a small empty bottle.

Seal it well and take it to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

"Hey Albus, Harry's freshly made love, wanna come and see?"

"Don't make it sound like we're spying... Oh—the little boy already has budding love, really..."

As Dumbledore meditated on the world of memories manifested in the Pensieve, he sensually wiped the corner of his eye.

But dreams are always fleeting. The pink scene quickly flashed by, followed by fragmented, dark, and oppressive images of the boy's helplessness. Ten years of living at No. 4 Privet Road, like the scenery rushing past outside a train, flowed past the two of them.

After a long silence, Dumbledore sighed, "He has too little happiness..."

"Yes, apart from Hogwarts, there are very few. These are all the key points I've summarized these past few days."

Vaughn waved his hand, his skills in operating the Pensieve becoming increasingly proficient. A series of wisps of smoke, intertwined with images of memory, rose up, drifting before the two of them and then into the sky.

It was densely packed, like a Muggle's surveillance screen.

From this perspective, it can be seen that the majority of Harry's memories are filled with negative and gloomy images, and the first moment of light in his life was actually the day Hagrid delivered his acceptance letter.

In my previous life, I read the original book, which only described Harry's childhood in a very small amount of space. The fairytale-like text could hardly explain what kind of life a child who was rejected and hated by his entire family actually lived.

Looking at Harry, who had been wearing tattered and tiny clothes since he was very young and could only live in the cupboard.

Vaughn said with a hint of sarcasm, "You should be thankful, Albus, it's a miracle Harry didn't turn into another Tom."

Please forgive an old man's anxieties and concerns.

Dumbledore sighed, "Lily, Harry's mother, left him a protective spell with her life. It only works if there is a blood tie. I'm also afraid that if he grows up in the wizarding world, listening to the praise and worship of others every day, he will become addicted to false glory..."

Vaughn remained noncommittal; nothing that has happened yet can be predicted.

He wasn't there to defend Harry. Looking at all the details he had compiled, he said, "So far, we haven't found any trace of Harry's memories being tampered with. It seems that Tom really didn't notice the connection between him and Harry."

"Don't jump to conclusions, Vaughn. Tom is a master of memory magic. His specialty used to be getting into other people's minds and burying his malice deep in their memories, disguising it as their dissatisfaction or anger towards life or others, constantly linking and amplifying it... until malice overwhelms reason. Those poor people don't even know that they have been twisted and manipulated by him."

Vaughn listened attentively.

He was never an arrogant person. He knew that Dumbledore was more experienced than him, and he also knew that his skills in Legilimency were still very immature.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it!"

Harry can also continue to be his target for practicing magic.

This is really good news.