The years of welding at Hogwarts

Speaking of which, this year is 1991, which seems to be the year when the protagonist Harry Potter entered school?

So, that should be the legendary Miss Know-It-All, Hermione Granger, right?

He didn't expect that he would meet the Wisdom Corner of the Savior Iron Triangle Team in the magical world so soon.

The protagonist of the original novel has enrolled in school, which means that starting this year, the usually peaceful and safe Hogwarts will become dangerous and chaotic.

By the way, is it too late to consider running away to Beauxbatons School of Magic in France or Durmstrang School of Magic in Germany?

If that doesn't work, Ilvermorny in the United States is also okay.

At this moment, the goblin in front of Noah pushed a heavy cloth bag over and reminded him, "Sir, please keep your Galleons."

Chapter 12: Within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast

The goblin's voice attracted the attention of the family of three from the Muggle world to the boy standing in front of the counter.

Hermione's eyes lit up when she saw that it was someone of the same age as her. Her two eye-catching big front teeth made her look a bit like a little beaver.

She really wanted to go up to the other person and say hello, and ask if he was also a new student this year.

Everything in the magical world was too new to her.

She was so eager to share and learn that she couldn't help but want to find someone to talk about what the future life in the magic school would be like.

But due to the girl's modesty, or perhaps the indifferent look on Noah's face, she didn't have the courage to step forward.

Noah also had no intention of chatting up an eleven-year-old girl.

After packing up the gold Galleons in front of him, Noah declined the goblin teller's offer for private vault business and turned to leave Gringotts.

As he passed a family of three standing at the entrance, the little girl followed his movements with curious eyes until his figure disappeared in the bustling crowd on the street outside the door.

"That boy should also be a new student at Hogwarts, right?"

Roy Granger spoke in an uncertain tone.

……

At the door of Ollivander's Wand Shop, an old man with white hair and beard stood there with a smile on his face.

If you ignore the luxurious wizard robe on him and only look at his expression, he looks a bit like an old scavenger who is eagerly waiting for the store owner to give him the waste cardboard box.

If you look at the merchandise on display in the store - thousands of long and narrow cardboard boxes stacked almost to the ceiling, he looks more like an old man picking up rags.

Dumbledore didn't care about how others looked at him. He stood at the door and smiled warmly, as if losing Noah was just a trivial matter.

With that child's monstrous talent, even if he is just a novice wizard who has never attended school for a day and is not even an apprentice.

But judging from the magical abilities he demonstrated, there was nothing in Diagon Alley that could threaten the child's personal safety.

And with Noah's intelligence and wit, he certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to wander to the next door alone...

Thinking of this, Dumbledore suddenly had an ominous premonition.

The next second, he looked up and saw

A familiar figure, like a sunny and cheerful person with poor sense of direction, swaggered into a dark alley with few pedestrians.

Behind him were a few little black guys with bad intentions, sneaking around and behaving suspiciously.

Dumbledore:! ! !

Why is this child so unwilling to be praised?

I just praised him for not being stupid enough to take risks alone, and the next second he went to Knockturn Alley full of dark wizards? ? ?

Dumbledore disappeared from the spot almost in an instant.

A few seconds later, Dumbledore, with a somewhat stiff expression, grabbed Noah by the back of his collar and brought him back to the door of Ollivander's Wand Shop.

He hadn't been involved in the work of welcoming new students for many years, and was a little unfamiliar with this matter. For a moment, he didn't know how to complain about it.

Over the years, he had never seen a little wizard so bold as to dive headfirst into the gathering place of dark wizards next door when he first arrived at Diagon Alley.

When they return to Hogwarts, Minerva will probably laugh at him in secret if she finds out.

After thinking for a while, Dumbledore said, "Perhaps you should realize that the wizarding world is not as safe as you think."

Noah nodded quietly and didn't say anything more.

At this moment, Noah's upper body was slightly leaning forward, with one hand inserted into his coat, as if he was scratching his butt. He looked a little silly, which made Dumbledore quite confused for a moment.

Where did the Third-generation Dark Lord reserve who had battled wits and courage with me a few days ago go?

Could it be that someone was impersonating me?

However, what Dumbledore had never expected was that at this moment Noah was actually putting the physical wand he had taken out of Kamar-Taj back into his belt.

Originally, Noah, who realized that he was being targeted after coming out of Gringotts, planned to make a big move before Dumbledore found him.

After all, it is not easy to find one's exact location in the busy Diagon Alley. He can totally use this time difference to do something.

In the extremely close distance of street fighting, when the wizards were completely unprepared for Muggle weapons, a wizard with a wand faced off against a Muggle with a gun.

Seven steps away, the gun is fast.

Within seven steps...

Within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast!

After all, you have to chant spells to cast spells.

As long as he is not facing those big guys who are proficient in silent spells, Noah, holding the Muggle physical magic wand in his hand, is confident that he can win.

And those big guys who are proficient in silent spells probably won't fall into such an embarrassing situation as running to Knockturn Alley to become highway robbers.

Oh, except for a certain down-and-out werewolf.

In short, before Dumbledore found him, he thought that the time difference he had gained over Dumbledore should be enough for him to get a second-hand wand from those unlucky guys.

In the information he had read in his previous life, there were many references to trace threads.

Some say that this strange monitoring magic is automatically attached to every little wizard when he is born.

Otherwise, the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance placed in a tower in Hogwarts can be simply understood as the list of admitted students of Hogwarts, and it is impossible for their names to be registered on it when they are born.

Another theory is that the tracer was attached to every wand that young wizards bought from Ollivanders, so that every magic they performed outside of school could be detected.

Both statements have their own merits.

But unfortunately, when the creator of this world dug a pit for these indigenous wizards, he never thought about filling the pit.

So these statements, after all, are just inferences made by people based on the manifestation of trace fibers, and there is no definite conclusion.

The exact facts still need to be determined through practical research.

However, no matter what, getting someone else's wand and comparing it with the wand he would buy from Ollivanders later would obviously help Noah's research.

It's a pity that Dumbledore arrived a little too quickly.

Just now in that dark alley, Noah didn't even have time to pull his pistol out of the holster at his waist.

Even if he was given another ten seconds, with his firing rate of seventeen rounds per two seconds and the speed of looting acquired from years of using the skydiving simulator, he would be able to empty the magazine, clean up the battlefield, and leave quickly.

Dumbledore's expression changed as he stared at Noah, who looked as if nothing had happened and put the pistol back into his waist in front of him.

But in the end he just sighed helplessly and loosened his grip on Noah's collar.

Looking at the list Noah took out from his pocket, Dumbledore adjusted his mood and returned to his previous relaxed and cheerful tone.

"I recommend that you go to Madam Malkin first before buying the rest of the items on your list, as it will take quite some time to tailor a uniform."

“What takes so long to buy clothes?”

Noah, who had never had a girlfriend in his previous life and had no girlfriend to accompany him at all, had no idea why it took so long to buy a piece of clothing.

When it comes to clothes, don't you just stand in the store and take a look, then if you like something, just ask the clerk to take the one you usually wear?

Can I buy a size and try it on to see if it fits and then pack it?

How long will this take?

Noah must have forgotten that the student uniform of Hogwarts is not the kind of big black sack that a big black bat wears that blows up when it walks.

In addition to the outermost wizard robe, they also need a shirt and vest to wear inside the robe, as well as a standard sweater to keep warm in autumn and winter...

Oh, by the way, it is worth mentioning that pants are also very important.

Although Hogwarts' extremely open-minded school rules do not prohibit students from going into battle naked under their wizard robes during the hot summer.

But a certain Potions professor who has been single since birth has taught us the hard way that it is best to wear pants during school hours.

If you have the financial means, you can add a belt to fasten your pants tightly.

Otherwise, you may be single for the rest of your life.

Chapter 13 Why are you yelling so loudly?

Perhaps because the school season was still a long way off, there were no other customers in Madam Malkin's robe shop for the time being.

The owner of the shop, a short, fat witch in purple with a sweet smile, was sitting in a recliner behind the counter on the left side of the entrance, fishing.

When she saw Noah, Mrs. Malkin's eyes suddenly lit up. She immediately put down the cat in her arms and left her lounge chair.

It's rare to see such a handsome young man. If he puts on the clothes made in her shop, he will be a walking advertising sign.

But Madam Malkin seemed to have overlooked that the uniforms at Hogwarts were all of the same style and looked the same to everyone.

Unless she put the name of her store on the clothes in a big, bold, and light-effect special effect font, what advertising effect would that black robe have?

"Are you the new student entering Hogwarts this year, dear?"

Without waiting for Noah to answer, Madam Malkin warmly invited him to go to the fitting room at the back of the store to try on some clothes first.

Madam Malkin waved her wand, and several measuring tapes automatically came up to her and began to check whether Connoa's development was normal.

Ah, it's to measure your body size to determine the size of the clothes.

……

While Noah was choosing clothes, a father and son were standing outside Madam Malkin's robe shop.

Both father and son have a special platinum hair color and a slightly pale complexion.

"Professor Dumbledore, nice to meet you," the man extended his hand to Dumbledore, who was standing at the door waiting for someone. "What brings you here?"

"Good morning, Lucius." Dumbledore shook hands with the other party and smiled warmly.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore."

There was a hint of uneasiness in the grey-blue eyes that looked at Dumbledore, and the blond boy standing next to the man also greeted him.

Dumbledore was attracted by the voice and looked down at the little boy who was obviously a little shy but still mustered up the courage to imitate all of his father's behaviors.

"This must be your son."

Dumbledore noticed the shopping list in the boy's hand. "It looks like Hogwarts is going to welcome another outstanding little wizard."

Although the man standing in front of him was once a notorious Death Eater under Voldemort, Dumbledore was still willing to give a polite commercial compliment to the other's descendants.

He is a child after all.

Similarly, even though he didn't get along well with Dumbledore, when Lucius Malfoy heard Dumbledore, who was hailed as the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world today, comment on his son, his mouth would have stretched to the back of his head if he hadn't suppressed his smile.

Because of Draco, the polite conversation between the two was not as stiff as usual.

Lucius smiled and said, "You are..."

Following Dumbledore's gaze, Lucius looked towards the clothing store nearby and caught a glimpse of the young figure looking at himself in the mirror inside the store.

Bringing a new student to Diagon Alley?

Dumbledore?

This is really rare. This should be the first time since Dumbledore became the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, right?

If Lucius' memory was correct.

At this moment, the young man in the store was standing on a short footstool, and Madam Malkin was pinning up his black robe with a pin, recording the length that would suit his figure.

The light in the store shone on the boy's black hair, giving it a dark luster.

Those deep grey-green eyes revealed a hint of indifference and arrogance, which deepened the cold aura on the boy that seemed to keep people at a distance.

With just one glance, Lucius could feel that this young man was the same type of person as himself.

They all exude that aristocratic temperament.