The Years Welding at Hogwarts

The place Snape took Noah to was not the gloomy potions office, but Professor McGonagall’s.

However, this office has now been borrowed by Dumbledore.

Four exquisite armchairs temporarily conjured up by transfiguration formed a circle. Sitting in front of Old Bee, Old Bat and Old Cat Lady, Noah felt like a prisoner undergoing three trials.

Although he didn’t commit any crime except night travel, and the professors didn’t catch him on night travel. As we all know, as long as night travel is not caught, there is no night travel.

Even if Shirley and Hermione went to seek help from Dumbledore during curfew time, they would not be caught wandering at night without direct evidence or personal witness.

So he didn’t feel panic, not even a trace

“Mr. Schaffrin, could you please tell us what exactly happened last night?”

“The attacker is Professor Quirrell, and his target is the treasure you placed in the restricted area on the fourth floor of the castle. He wants to use Shirley’s life to blackmail Professor Snape into helping him pass through the trap door guarded by the three-headed dog.”

Noah didn’t believe that Dumbledore didn’t notice anything unusual about Quirrell. Maybe Quirrell would venture to the Albanian forest and be lodged by Voldemort. All of this was within Dumbledore’s expectation.

These are all for the thoughtful White Devil. Maybe it was just a test he arranged for his savior classmates.

Noah had no intention of participating in Dumbledore’s carefully crafted savior training plan, so he threw out the answer to the question very directly.

He was very straightforward. He even told some things that he should not have known.

After all, Dumbledore already knew that he was wandering around the castle every night. A discerning person like this could tell at a glance that it was Dumbledore who was fishing for law enforcement. If he insisted on saying that he didn’t know anything about it, then Dumbledore would be confused and strange.

“To be more precise, the attacker should be Voldemort, who was parasitic on the back of Quirrell’s head.”

Anyway, we’ve said so much, it doesn’t matter if we break some bigger news.

Professor McGonagall, who didn’t know the inside story, widened his eyes. Although Snape looked shocked, he didn’t show it.

He had paid attention early in the morning. Now comes Quirrell’s abnormality.

So, did Quirrell attack Shirley because of what he said to Quirrell that day in the Forbidden Forest?

First Lily, then Shirley…

Snape clenched tightly

He suddenly felt a little scared. If

Noah hadn’t foreseen the coming danger and made some countermeasures in advance, then Shirley’s situation would have been dangerous.

Although Quirrell, no, it was Voldemort.

Although Voldemort would not kill Shirley, he would only use her life to blackmail him into doing things for him, but Snape would not tolerate this kind of thing that would put Shirley in danger. More than ten years ago, he told Voldemort The leaked part of the prophecy had indirectly killed Lily, and this incident still filled his heart with guilt.

He could no longer let Shirley suffer even the slightest danger.

Now that he knew the secret of Voldemort’s immortality… he In her heart, she silently marked the death mark for Voldemort, who had repeatedly breached his bottom line.

Professor McGonagall looked at Noah, but there was not much doubt in her eyes. She just needed an affirmative answer to help her firmly believe in this. judgment on a matter

“Is this thing reliable? Noah pointed to his eyes,”I saw it with my own eyes. Professor Quirrell took off his turban.””

No one asked where Noah Chilo went. None of them were fools. Naturally, they could judge some things from the traces left at the battle scene last night.

“Well, that explosion last night……”Professor McGonagall had a searching look on her face.

“It was a weapon of the Muggles, called cloud bombs.”

After just a few simple inquiries and a rough understanding of the complete story of what happened last night, Dumbledore signaled that Noah could leave.

After Noah left, there was silence in the office for a long time.

“Severus, Minerva.”

Dumbledore was the first to break the silence. He crossed his hands in front of him and leaned on the back of the chair.”The mysterious man is not dead. He will come back.”

Before the two of them could speak, Dumbledore continued,”But that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m afraid that our future may have to face a darkness deeper than the mysterious man.”

Noah’s behavior was completely beyond his expectation.

There was another long silence, and then Professor McGonagall slowly spoke,”Albus, that child shouldn’t have reached that point, right?”

“Why do you think so, Minerva?”

Dumbledore sighed quietly,”No one can predict what will happen in the future.……”

Noah still didn’t follow his wishes and still maintained disconnected ties with the non-magical world.

“Although the two people had similar growth experiences, the child and the mysterious man were different. The mysterious man did not understand what……”

Professor McGonagall still insisted on her opinion,”Love”

“The mysterious man has no friends or relatives, he only has a group of servants and slaves who succumb to his terrible power.

Facing the stubborn Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore shook his head,”Love is a powerful force, but it is not enough to be a shackle that restricts Mr. Shafrin from transforming into the next generation of Dark Lords.””

“Especially when the things he loves are destroyed, this power will only make him crazier”

“Dumbledore, you have changed.”Professor McGonagall just said calmly

“In the past, you believed in the greatness of the emotion of love. You said that the power of love transcends all magic in the world, and even the most evil death curse cannot destroy it in the slightest.”

“But now you say that love is not enough to guide Noah’s growth trajectory and make him a good person.”

Looking at Snape, who was silent with his head lowered and seemed to be thinking about other things, Dumbledore showed a tangled look in his eyes.

“He has love, but this does not become the reason for my unconditional trust that he will not become the next Dark Lord.”

“Albus, I’m afraid I cannot agree with this. Professor McGonagall stood up and said,”I will guide that child in my own way. I hope you will not interfere.””

Looking at Professor McGonagall’s retreating figure, Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with a headache.

Then he glanced at Snape who was still silent next to him and looked very worried. Dumbledore only felt He had an even bigger headache.

Not only Minerva, but now it seemed that Severus Snape, the potions professor he trusted most before, had also changed under the influence of that child.

He could no longer be like As before, you could confidently and boldly give all your trust to the other party.

However, Minerva was right, but he was wrong about one thing.

That child has love, and no one can tell what will happen in the future. He is just relying on his own subjective assumptions to speculate on future events.

Those illusory things should not be the problem that bothers him now.

The top priority is Voldemort, who may come back at any time. Once he is successfully resurrected, he will give magic What kind of catastrophe will it bring to the world?

The threat of Voldemort is the most important thing at this moment.���matter.

Dumbledore was very clear about the priority of this matter.

“Severus,” Dumbledore looked sincerely into Snape’s unruffled black eyes,”I beg you, please help Harry a little more, okay?”

“He is the only one who can defeat Tom.”

Snape did not answer.

He never believed in any bullshit prophecy, that only Voldemort’s destined opponent can kill Voldemort. When people are killed, they will die, even Voldemort is no exception.

Since Voldemort dares to attack Shirley If he takes action, he must be mentally prepared to face his own anger.

He doesn’t have to do anything to help Harry. As long as he kills Voldemort, nothing will happen.

“Don’t let the grievances and grudges of the previous generation affect your judgment of that child. He is actually a very likable child, and other professors have pretty good evaluations of him.

Snape let out a contemptuous sneer,”Huh, lovable?”

Snape scoffed at Dumbledore’s statement.

Ron, the savior’s classmate’s good friend, couldn’t help but remind him of Sirius who was hanging out with James. Those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. , although Snape has never heard of this Eastern proverb, it does not affect that there are similar sayings here.

I don’t know how the Weasleys, such good people, raised such a little bastard..

If Harry continues to hang out with Ron… then it’s hard to say what Dumbledore said about the savior classmate at this moment.

If it weren’t for maintaining the operation of Occlumency, he could only maintain a paralyzed face. Face, Snape’s eyes rolled to the sky.

“I only see that Mr. Pott is as useless as his father, and even the extremely stupid Neville Longbottom is more likable than him.”

Dumbledore’s expression was slightly stiff,”Please protect Harry, okay?”

Snape did not directly respond to Dumbledore’s request, but said slowly in a slow tone,”As long as all the enemies are dead, there will be no danger.”

Dumbledore:…

This makes sense. Even with Dumbledore’s experience, he couldn’t think of a rebuttal at the moment. No matter how you look at it, it would be unreasonable for Snape, a professor with advanced magic skills, to deal with Voldemort. It’s better to have a better chance of winning than letting a kid like Harry, who can’t cast a single spell, face Voldemort.

……

While several people in the office were in a stalemate, no one noticed that in the battlefield that was razed to the ground yesterday, strands of black air quietly emerged from the soil and gathered into a blurry image in the air. face.

The blurred face stared in the direction of Hogwarts Castle with a malicious expression.

“Noah Shafrin, great, I remember you.……” boom!

A loud bang startled countless birds.

The 12-caliber shotgun penetrated the back of Voldemort’s head, but did not cause any substantial damage. It just penetrated the incorporeal black mist and sank directly into the soil behind.

Hearing the roar from behind, the face of the black fog man transformed from the fragment of Voldemort’s soul turned around suddenly, let out a sharp howl, and then rushed towards the figure who fired the black gun from behind.

But with the little remaining power Voldemort had left at the moment, he could only use noise to cause some negligible mental damage to Bucky.

Looking at the wisp of black mist gradually disappearing in the sky, Bucky took off the black mask on his face, put his fingers into his mouth and blew a loud whistle.

An owl flapped its wings and came to him.

After stuffing a small written note into a bamboo tube and tying it to the owl’s feet, and letting the owl fly into the sky, Bucky turned and left this dead battlefield.