Old Dumbledore had already told him that on the day Harry encountered the diary, he had tried to stop it, only to have some unknown force directly dispel the magic he used to observe the Web of Fate.
Fate, that capricious "god," did not want anyone ruining "his" carefully prepared stage.
Because of Old Dumbledore's cautionary example, Vaughn had never considered simply taking the diary away. Testing Fate was one thing; recklessly courting death without proceeding step by step was another.
He was not insane. How could he casually provoke something he did not understand?
"All right, since Harry is safe for the moment, let's not talk about such depressing matters." Dumbledore waved a hand, and a tray floated over.
The tray held fruit juice. Old Dumbledore took down a glass, handed it to Vaughn, and clinked glasses with him. "I'll have to trouble you recently, child. A toast to you—and to the troublesome new school year that awaits us!"
Yes, the new school year would be troublesome.
That was true for both Dumbledore and Vaughn.
The appearance of the Horcrux diary had placed Harry in constant danger, yet Fate's interference had left Dumbledore helpless.
He did not know what course this segment of Fate's stage would take, nor what sort of outcome "Fate" wanted to see.
It was the unknown that frightened people.
Compared with Dumbledore's worries and faint fear over the new school year, Vaughn was simply troubled—by the werewolf class, the international inter-school exchange and cooperation, the development of a new Wolfsbane Potion, and more.
Especially the werewolf class.
The resistance was too strong!
"—The werewolf class is too radical, Albus. It will be difficult for me to persuade the Hogwarts Board of Governors. You know they all have children or younger members of their families