Summer Morning, Devon, England.
A cool breeze swept across the fields outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, gliding over White Stoat Hill and rippling the vast sea of reeds behind it.
To the villagers of Ottery St. Catchpole, this area had always been nothing but wild reeds and untamed land.
But the wind knew better—it knew that a wizarding family lived in seclusion amidst those tall reeds.
There, a large garden thrived, and the pond within it swayed with the reeds, its surface rippling gently.
The house itself was a towering, oddly stacked structure that looked unstable at first glance. Only the ground floor appeared solid and conventional. Though the paint was old, the place was clearly well cared for. A wooden sign hung by the door, engraved with the words: The Burrow.
It seemed to tell the story of a young couple who, over twenty years ago, poured all their passion for life and longing for warmth into a modest home with just one floor.
But life, as it often does, had surprises far beyond their expectations. As more and more children arrived, the house grew upward and outward. Until it became the odd-looking building it is today!
At the top of The Burrow, the attic that had once housed a ghoul had long since been converted. Lining the walls were rows of medicine racks, cluttered with boxes, bottles, and jars—a crowded and chaotic space, save for one cleared area in the center.
There stood a simple laboratory table, neatly arranged with the tools and instruments needed for potion-making. A flame flickered beneath a crucible, where a potion bubbled steadily.
In front of the crucible, Vaughn Weasley—red-haired and focused—methodically prepared herbs and checked the potion's temperature.
"Cloakweed, African tree snake skin... a pinch of fairy wings…" He lowered the flame, waited for the crucible to cool slightly, and added the last batch of ingredients.
"Finally, the fluid grass—to give the beauty potion its molding effect…" He murmured under his breath, watching the mixture carefully.
As the fluid grass melted in, the temperature steadily dropped. Then—pop!—the final bubble burst, triggering a delightful reaction.
The once thick and murky potion cleared in an instant, turning into a liquid the color of rock sugar syrup—just melted, not yet caramelized—emitting a sweet, fragrant aroma.
"Success!" Vaughn quickly retrieved a box of empty vials from the crowded shelves, waved his worn wand, and levitated the potion into the bottles one by one.
Lastly, he carefully affixed a handwritten label:
[Vaughn's Beauty Potion – Wrinkle Removal] - Apply externally with a massage. Smooths wrinkles and restores firm and healthy skin.
With everything complete, Vaughan stretched with a satisfying crack of his joints. He gazed out of the attic window, watching the morning wind stir the reeds like waves as the sky slowly brightened. For a moment, he was lost in thought.
It had been 11 years since he'd arrived in this world.
From the moment he was born, he knew his surname was Weasley. He knew he had five brothers—Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, and George.
How could Vaughn not realize which world he had transmigrated into? Harry Potter…
Even now, after all these years, his memories of his previous life remain surprisingly vivid. But as time passed, the past had begun to fade.
Vaughn shook his head, pushing the thoughts aside. He whispered: "System!"
And just like that, a panel invisible to others appeared before him:
[Host: Vaughn Weasley]
[Magic Scale: 370 (Average adult wizard: 500)]
[Talents: Charms: 7, Dark Arts: 6, Transfiguration: 7, Potions: 10, Herbology: 6, Divination: 2 (max 10)]
[Spells: Occlumency LV5 (MAX), Shield Charm LV3 (2/8), Disarming Charm LV2 (2/4), Levitation Charm LV2 (0/4), Petrification Charm LV2 (0/4), Fire-Conjuring Spell LV2 (1/4), Illumination Charm LV2 (0/2)]
[Potions Known: Uplifting Potion, Refreshing Potion, Blood Tonic, Hair Softener, Hair Growth Potion, Beauty Potion (Master level, various recipes)]
[Reputation Points: 12]
The system had awakened the moment Vaughn was born.
Having read the books and seen the films, Vaughn knew full well how dangerous this world could become. He didn't panic at his rebirth—instead, the system gave him strength and direction.
As he glanced again at his Talents and saw Potions: 10, a familiar wave of satisfaction washed over him. That perfect number—it soothed his obsessive nature every time.
Unlike the other talents, which he was born with, his potion mastery came as a reward from his system's newbie gift pack [Full-level Occlumency, and one random talent raised to its max.]
Over the last 11 years, he had gradually figured out how the system worked. It had no missions, no shop, and no lottery.
Its core mechanic was simple: every month, it calculated his Reputation Points based on how well-known he was.
Reputation Points could be used to level up spells. The numbers in parentheses beside each spell indicated how many points were required for the next upgrade.
Naturally, harder spells needed more points.
Spells could still be improved the normal way—through practice—but it was a slow and talent-dependent process.
Looking back, Vaughn was endlessly grateful that his system had assigned the full-level bonus to Potions. Because while potions were deep and complex, the barrier to entry was relatively low. With ingredients, a recipe, and a crucible—even without a wand—a wizard could start brewing.
Of all magical subjects, potions were ideal for a child who didn't yet possess a proper wand.
And Vaughn was cautious by nature. He understood clearly that both his reincarnated identity and the system were secrets he had to guard closely. In his early years, he never once acted out of the ordinary.
It wasn't until he turned four that he began crafting his "genius child" persona, starting by outshining Ron in basic skills like reading, writing, and drawing.
Then, by age seven, he extended that persona into his one true passion: Potions.
Beginning with the simplest brews, over the next four years, he went from seeking advice from Bill and Charlie to improving formulas on his own. Today, Vaughn was already recognized as a talented young potion-maker.
In fact, in the beauty field specifically, he published several articles and improved countless cosmetic products. He'd earned nicknames like "Beauty Master" and "Friend of Witches."
Why specialize in beauty?
Simple: it was easy to get famous, and easy to sell.