Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

The last heavy rain before winter in the Scottish Highlands fell on Hogwarts in early October.

It was the night of the Slytherin practice match.

Wood sat alone in the empty Quidditch pitch, in the rain, as if he wanted to drown himself.

Everyone knows that Wood regards Slytherin as a strong rival and the biggest enemy standing in his way of realizing his dream of "winning the Quidditch Cup before graduation." He thought Gryffindor would be safe with Harry, but after seeing Peter's performance, Wood fell into despair again.

Harry would rather he didn't despair...

From that day on, the Quidditch training arranged by Wood became even more crazy.

If he didn't have a trace of rationality left, he would even wish that everyone would not attend any classes and concentrate on practicing Quidditch every day!

The crazy result was that Harry was completely miserable.

Not only does he have to deal with an increasingly heavy workload, but he also has to attend Quidditch training four nights a week.

One day in mid-October, the haggard and emaciated Harry finally ran into Peter again he seemed to have returned to his busy state as before, and he was nowhere to be seen after class.

Peter was startled by the dark circles under Harry's eyes. "What have you been doing?"

Harry looked at him sadly and said listlessly, "Doing homework, training... Don't Slytherins have to train?"

"Any more than that on Wednesday nights is not appropriate and will affect your condition."

"That's great. Flint looks fierce, stupid and foolish, but he actually understands this truth."

Peter didn't say anything. He was the one who set the training plan. Flint certainly disagreed, so he was taught a lesson by Peter with a disarming spell. Then Peter discovered... actually having a fool as captain has its advantages.

Since Flint couldn't beat him, he listened to him and didn't insist on the training plan. He could use it as a shield at critical moments, such as when others criticized Slytherin's tactics for being vicious.

"Harry, what do you want to talk to me about? If not, I'll leave first. I'm very busy lately."

Peter said.

This was not an excuse. He had been in Snape's office recently, using magical extraction methods to familiarize himself with various materials.

That's not an easy job.

Despite being processed, the materials taken from magical plants and animals still had residual magic, and his magic couldn't fully neutralize them, so progress was slow.

Harry quickly grabbed him. "Nick Flamel!"

Peter looked speechless. He stared at Harry's nearly-worn face that practically screamed "premature aging." "You're this tired, and you're still thinking about that?"

Harry let out a weak snort.

Peter pulled out a chocolate frog and handed it over. "Remember the chocolate frog card you and Ron were discussing when we first met? It's written on that!"

Harry's eyes lit up. He jumped up, mumbled a quick goodbye, and sprinted off toward the Gryffindor common room.

Peter shook his head, finished up a bit of food, and headed straight back to Snape's office.

Professor Snape had been in an unusually good mood lately.

Maybe it was because Harry looked increasingly miserable during training, or maybe it was because he finally had someone to seriously talk potions with.

No matter what the reason, at least lately, when Snape was marking homework, he didn't seem like his usual self ready to tear parchment in half or summon some poor student just to berate them until they cried.

After greeting Snape, who was gently waving his quill, Peter walked to his usual seat and pulled out a piece of aconite.

With his wand in one hand, he carefully channeled magic into the aconite. In his other hand, he held a quill, scribbling as he worked.

He was recording the internal structure of the aconite as it appeared in his mind and noting down his hypotheses about its magical properties.

The goal was to categorize each feature clearly to assist in follow-up experiments.

Time passed quickly when he was this focused.

By the time Peter set his things down, it was already 6 p.m.

The sky outside had dimmed. Peter turned to Snape and gave a respectful nod. "Goodbye, Professor."

Snape suddenly stopped him. "Weasley…"

"Call me Peter, Professor."

"W-well…" Snape brushed back his hair with a flick, visibly uncomfortable. "The Quidditch season begins next month. Our first match is against Gryffindor. How's your training going?"

"Not bad," Peter said after thinking for a moment. "Flint plans to send two people to specifically snipe Harry. They're quite vicious and aggressive."

Cruelty, in Snape's eyes, was perfectly acceptable. He looked pleased and didn't pursue that line of conversation any further. Instead, he asked:

"I've noticed you've been pouring all your focus into aconite lately. Are you planning to use it as the primary base for your new potion?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Hmph… it's highly toxic!" Snape looked displeased, as if Peter was overestimating his abilities. "When you finish your analysis, write a paper. Submit it to me first."

It was clearly a precaution Snape didn't want him getting too reckless without oversight.

Peter nodded with a polite smile.

He was actually quite curious what Snape's face would look like once he realized what Peter's true research goal was.

After leaving the Potions Office, Peter made his way to the Great Hall and, as usual, chose to visit the Ravenclaw table today.

The Ravenclaw girls were always gentle and considerate a perfect atmosphere to unwind a bit.

Unfortunately, just as he exchanged a few friendly words with Cho Chang, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came over.

"Peter, you " Harry started, but the moment he saw Cho sitting beside him, he suddenly stuttered, "H-Hello, I'm H-Harry…"

"Harry Potter, there is no one who doesn't know your name."

Cho smiled gently, then waved to Peter. "You go ahead and do your work, we'll talk again when we have time."

Harry stared at her back blankly.

Until Ron bumped into him: "What's wrong with you? Why are you in a daze?"

Harry finally came to his senses and saw the half-smile on Peter's face and Hermione's suspicion.

For the first time, he felt that Ron was so cute.

His face turned red and he coughed twice: "Peter, thank you for your reminder. We now know what Dumbledore hid in the castle."

He leaned forward and whispered stealthily, "It's the Philosopher's Stone..."

Seeing that Peter's expression didn't change at all after hearing what he said, Ron felt incredible: "Aren't you surprised at all? The Philosopher's Stone! We talked about it in fairy tales when we were kids!"

"I know what it is," Peter waved his hand. "From the moment you mentioned Nicolas Flamel, I knew it had to be the Philosopher's Stone. That was his greatest achievement."

"That's it? It can turn stone into gold!"

In Ron's eyes, this is the most magical function of the Philosopher's Stone.

Peter looked Ron up and down and said with a smile, "Ronald Weasley, my dear brother, what do you think is the difference between me selling potions and turning stones into gold?"

"…"

Ron seemed to have turned gray and he didn't want to talk anymore.

Harry quickly pushed Ron away to prevent him from getting another blow and having a mental breakdown. "Peter, Hagrid wants to see you."

Hermione beside him also said: "I'm sorry, Hagrid asked us who else knew Nick Flamel, and we had to tell him."

Peter blinked. "Okay, when are we going?"

He just realized that he had been in Hogwarts for so long but had never been to the Forbidden Forest.

It was an oversight!

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