Harry suspected he had been scammed... That was the thought that had arisen after several days of "Occlumency" practice, during which Vaughn had stripped every last one of his memories—including his dreams—completely bare, yet he himself had made no progress at all.
Ron strongly agreed. "Listen, Harry, with my eleven years of experience being bullied, Vaughn is definitely using you as a target for practicing magic. Him voluntarily helping someone? Ha! What 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 to regrow his teeth.
Hermione had a different opinion. She asked Harry seriously, "How can you be sure that thought was really yours?"
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 all day, he still obediently went to the Room of Requirement that night. Looking as though he were heading bravely to his death, he let Vaughn use Legilimency on him.
Compared to the almost imperceptible progress in his Occlumency, Vaughn's Legilimency seemed to Harry to be advancing at lightning speed.
It left Harry somewhat dejected.
In the second week of November, when Harry came to the Room of Requirement once more, he asked Vaughn gloomily, "Am I really stupid?"
Absorbed in the joy of studying magic, Vaughn casually asked, "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 he realize