Harry suspected he had been tricked... That was the thought that had arisen in his mind after several days of "Occlumency" practice, during which Vaughn had picked his memories clean, dreams included, yet he himself had made no progress whatsoever.
Ron strongly agreed. "Listen, Harry. Based on my eleven years of experience being bullied, Vaughn is definitely using you as a target to practice Magic on. Him helping someone voluntarily? Ha! That's a joke!"
Then he laughed twice, and his big teeth really did fall out...
Vaughn, passing by, casually put away his Wand.
Ron had no choice but to run to the Hospital Wing and drink a huge cup of potion so his big teeth could grow back.
Hermione had a different opinion. She asked Harry seriously, "How do you know that thought was really your own?"
It sounded like nonsense, but it actually made so much sense...
Harry clutched his head and sank into fear of the Dark Arts and philosophical contemplation.
After thinking about it for a day, he still obediently went to the Room of Requirement that night, looking as though he were marching off to his death as he let Vaughn use Legilimency on him.
Compared to the nearly imperceptible progress in his Occlumency, Vaughn's Legilimency seemed to Harry to be advancing at lightning speed.
It left Harry somewhat dispirited.
In the second week of November, Harry came to the Room of Requirement again and asked Vaughn dejectedly, "Am I stupid?"
Vaughn, immersed in the joy of learning Magic, asked offhandedly, "Why would you think that?"
Harry sighed. His lips moved a few times, but in the end, he said nothing. He lay flat on the carpet like a salted fish and sighed. "Come on! Let's get this over with."
Vaughn: "..."
Only then did