Chapter 2: The Weasley Family
In the beginning, Vaughn actually considered becoming a legitimate potion prodigy.
Unfortunately, there were too many big shots in this field…
The regular healing potions Vaughn initially brewed, such as “Stamina Potion” and “Blood Replenishing Potion,” couldn’t compete with those from renowned Potioneers. Even pharmacies were unwilling to stock his goods, let alone sell them.
Until one day, he saw his mother washing Ginny’s hair and complaining about how much hair Ginny had, forcing her to buy “Hair Smoothing Potion.” Inspiration struck him like lightning, and he felt his future suddenly opened up—
What’s more profitable than the money from women and children?
Nothing!
As it turns out, witches are also women.
Their pursuit of beauty and fear of aging makes them much more willing to spend money than male wizards!
Even though Vaughn was only 8 years old and unknown at the time, some witches were still willing to try his developed “Vaughn’s Beauty” products. Today, it has grown into a series under Vaughn’s management.
This brought him fame and, at the same time, an income of hundreds of Gold Galleons each month!
“Vaughn, darling, are you done?”
A knock on the door interrupted Vaughn’s thoughts.
He turned off the System Panel, and as he packed the Beauty Potions into empty Boxes one by one, he replied, “I’m done, Mother. Did Mrs. Primpernelle’s Owl arrive?”
The Attic door opened, and a plump Molly walked in, affectionately ruffling Vaughn’s fiery red hair. “The Owl is waiting downstairs. Your Father is feeding it snacks; don’t rush.”
As she spoke, she took a Money Bag from her embrace and placed it on the Experiment Bench. “This is the money the Owl brought, Vaughn. Keep it safe yourself.”
“Mother, you keep it…”
“No!” Molly refused with a serious expression, then quickly softened and pulled Vaughn into her ample embrace.
“My darling, how can the family always rely on your money? Father and I have always said that the money you, Bill, and Charlie earn is your own. Besides, you’ve already given us quite a bit.”
This conversation had happened more than once since Vaughn started earning money and preparing to contribute to the family.
Each time, the outcome was similar. At Molly’s insistence, Vaughn could only put away the Money Bag.
It must be said, whether reading novels in his past life or experiencing it firsthand in this one, the Weasley family, despite their poverty, has never had inadequate parents in Arthur and Molly!
With Molly’s help, he packed the Boxes, cast a Spell to prevent the Bottles inside from breaking, and then carried the Boxes downstairs with Molly.
On the first floor, Arthur had finished feeding the Owl and was sitting at the Dining Hall table reading the Newspaper.
“Father, good morning!”
“Good morning, Vaughn, come over quickly. That little fellow is getting impatient.”
“If you know it’s impatient, why didn’t you go upstairs to help Vaughn pack? Arthur Weasley, what else do you do besides read the Newspaper every morning? Poor Vaughn is working so hard, taking days to brew potions, and you, as a Father, have never helped him, nor do you do housework…”
Amidst Molly’s furious roar, Arthur quickly hid his head behind the Newspaper again.
The new day thus began amidst Molly’s roars and the sound of the Owl’s wings beating as it struggled to lift the Box!
This was a familiar daily scene.
Vaughn calmly went to wash up. As he passed the enchanted full-length Mirror, it immediately began to tremble.
“Shut up! Don’t talk!” Vaughn drew his old Wand and pointed it at the Mirror threateningly!
The Mirror immediately stopped moving. Only when Vaughn had walked away could he faintly hear a barely audible “Sloppy…”
By the time he finished washing up, everyone else had been woken by Molly. A boy with freckles on his face was about to enter the Lavatory. Seeing Vaughn, his expression became somewhat stiff.
Vaughn smiled at him. “Good morning, Ron!”
“…” Ron puffed out his cheeks and mumbled, “Good morning, Vaughn.”
“Have some manners! Call me Brother!”
Ron’s face turned red, and he stammered, “You only came into the world 5 minutes before me…”
Vaughn’s smile widened. He still remembered the scene of his birth. Ron was supposed to come out first, but at the time, he felt so squeezed and uncomfortable that he couldn’t help but kick him…
As the two were in a stalemate, a pair of identical Twins appeared energetically behind Ron, putting an arm around his shoulders on either side, like Aurors escorting a prisoner.
“Five minutes older is still older than you, right George?”
“That’s right, Fred. Just like I’m only 10 seconds older than you, you still have to call me Brother.”
“George, you’re confused from sleep. I’m the one who’s 10 seconds older than you.”
“It’s me!”
Ron was dizzy from their arguing and became exasperated.
Fortunately, Ginny also ran over then, happily throwing herself into Vaughn’s arms. He then muttered something softly and, taking advantage of the commotion, rushed into the Lavatory.
“Good morning, Vaughn!”
“Good morning, Ginny.” Vaughn kissed his Sister on the forehead.
In the entire household, his relationship with Ginny was the best. One reason was that when Ginny was born, he had already grown accustomed to life after transmigration and began to accept his new family from his heart. Another was that they looked the most alike, representing the Weasley family’s good looks.
When they were young, Arthur and Molly used to joke that Vaughn and Ginny were more like Twins, while Vaughn and Ron, the actual Twins, didn’t resemble each other at all.
The boisterous morning didn’t quiet down even after breakfast.
However, it was different from usual; Arthur didn’t rush off to the Ministry of Magic to work.
Percy, who normally would have returned to his room after eating and buried himself in books, sat by the Window, gazing outside.
Fred and George, who always ran off to play mischievously, sat obediently at their chairs in the Dining Hall today, exchanging winks with Vaughn and occasionally teasing Ron.
And Ron, who would normally have been furious and hidden away by them, held back today without leaving.
The whole family was waiting, waiting for the letter from Hogwarts!
As the time reached when the sunlight had leaped over the Mountain Peak and shone into The Burrow, they finally heard the sound of an Owl flapping its wings.
Molly, who had seemed calm but was actually distracted, quickly got up to open the Window.
Arthur also put down his Newspaper and brought out the remaining Owl snacks from the morning.
Soon, an Owl flew in and landed on the Dining Hall table.
Two letters were tied to its leg. The envelopes were made of thick Parchment. Even without taking them off, one could see the conspicuous wax seals on the front and the shield-shaped crest composed of a shield surrounded by the letters “H” and the symbols of a lion, eagle, badger, and snake.
Molly excitedly took down the envelopes. After a glance at the back, she could no longer suppress her joy and delight, exclaiming repeatedly, “Thank Merlin! It’s the Hogwarts acceptance letter! I was so worried yesterday, wondering what I’d do if we didn’t receive it.”
Arthur, who had also leaned forward but couldn’t snatch the letters before Molly, now tried to appear calm. “You always worry unnecessarily. How could Vaughn not get into Hogwarts?”
“I’m worried about Ron! You have no idea how scared I was he wouldn’t get a letter. This child has been like a Stone since he was little; even his Magic Power outbursts were pitifully small…”
“Mother!”
Ron, whose face had turned as red as his hair, quickly snatched his letter, tossed Vaughn’s over, and then, clutching his own letter tightly, ran upstairs.
Vaughn, watching all this with a smile, didn’t mind. He picked up the letter and turned it over.
【The Burrow, Dining Hall, For Mr. Vaughn Weasley】
At the same time, the System Panel also popped up before his eyes.
【Main Mission Activated】
【Main Mission ①: Join Hogwarts（Incomplete）】
【Reward: 1 Talent Point, 50 Magic Power Scale】
