The years of welding at Hogwarts

Not many people want to stay in school.

On family reunion holidays like Christmas, you should go back home to be with your family. Isn’t it enough to stay in school and watch the professors?

Who would want to stay when they can go home?

Even Noah, an orphan for three generations, had no intention of staying in Hogwarts.

Unless it is a special case like Harry, where he has an aunt's house to stay with, he is no better off being an orphan without a home.

In the common room of each college, there is a blazing fire in the fireplace, which continuously provides sufficient heat for every student staying in the room.

The air in the auditorium was filled with warmth, and with the wide variety of delicious food on the table, the snow and ice outside seemed insignificant.

But Hogwarts' extremely rudimentary heating facilities can only cover these few places.

At most, there are professors' offices.

Other places not covered by heating are like an extremely cold hell.

The draft blowing in the corridor was as sharp as a knife, and the window glass of the classroom was rattling in the biting cold wind.

Perhaps in the entire Hogwarts Castle, only the three brothers of Kamar-Taj are not important at all.

Ever since Noah started a new round of devilish training with Neville and Draco a month ago, four figures, one big and three small, could be seen by the Black Lake every morning.

This has even become a wonder in Hogwarts——

In the biting cold wind, four strong men were sweating profusely in the snow with their upper bodies naked.

Even the fighting peoples living in the frozen regions of Siberia may not be as tough as them.

At the very beginning of the devilish training, Draco, the weakest of the four, could not stand the cold and howled during the warm-up phase every day.

But after experiencing such a long period of cold, he no longer cares about the cold weather.

Originally vaguely

The traces of fat belly also disappeared after this month's exercise.

Although the other three except Hagrid are only eleven years old, the faintly visible muscle lines on their bodies are already very eye-catching.

It is said that every fat person has potential. After fat Neville got rid of his fat through a lot of exercise, he also showed his good looks as a Hufflepuff swordsman.

The only one in the entire Hufflepuff house who is as handsome as him is Cedric Diggory, the recognized school idol by both boys and girls in the house.

But the most interesting one should be Noah, who is the typical type who looks thin when dressed and has muscular body when undressed.

The well-defined and graceful muscles glow with a holy glow under the warm winter sun, exuding a unique charm.

So much so that some witches began to follow the three brothers of Kamar-Taj and get up early, braving the extremely cold air in the Scottish Highlands in December, and wait by the Black Lake early just to feast their eyes.

The Weasley twin brothers even made a fortune from it.

The warming alchemical props they make are very popular. Basically, every morning, the women who run out to see the muscular men will buy a few magic version of the warm packs from them.

"Professor McGonagall asked me to ask you if you would like to stay with her for a few days during Christmas."

That morning, after finishing his exercise, Noah was having breakfast in the auditorium. He met Shirley passing by and casually mentioned to the girl what Professor McGonagall had said last time.

"Ah?" Shirley looked towards the staff table in a daze, "Professor McGonagall?"

At this moment, the older cat lady happened to meet Shirley's gaze. She secretly glanced at Snape next to her, and after confirming that the old bat didn't notice her, she raised the goblet of pumpkin juice in her hand and gestured to the girl.

Snape, who was originally silently paying attention to his daughter and staring at Noah with a deathly gaze to make sure that this foreign wild boar would not eat his cabbage, suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He turned his head to look at Professor McGonagall who was trying to steal the chicken, but a cat's reaction was seven times that of a snake, and Professor McGonagall had already turned her gaze away from Shirley.

Snape saw nothing.

As if he noticed that the atmosphere in the auditorium had suddenly become a little stiff, Professor Flitwick, who had been playing the role of the good guy between the Lion House and the Snake House, quickly found a topic.

"Hagrid, are the fir trees ready for the Great Hall?"

The game keeper who was usually in charge of these matters scratched his beard a little embarrassedly. Perhaps he had been too busy recently and had forgotten about this matter.

The half-blooded giant who was not good at lying laughed and said, "Ah, this, just a little bit more."

This matter was not very important, and Professor Flitwick did not notice anything unusual.

The chat at the table continued.

"Filius, are you going to stay in Hogsmeade for Christmas? Perhaps we could go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink together?"

Dumbledore stroked his graying beard with a smile.

"Well..."

Faced with the invitation from Dumbledore, the old man, the half-blood goblin, who was usually not good at refusing others, looked embarrassed.

"I'm going to France to visit my son."

Dumbledore's smile froze on his face in an instant.

He has no son, only a stinky younger brother who gives him a stinky face all day long. This makes the old bee suddenly feel a little heart-broken. Why is he talking about this topic with Flitwick?

His eyes swept across the dining table.

When his eyes met Snape, Dumbledore glanced past him without even stopping for half a second.

Damn, a winner in life with both a son and a daughter.

Dumbledore always felt that the subtle curve at the corner of Snape's mouth was quite annoying.

He looked to Pomona Sprout for help, but although the short and stocky dean of the farming academy was not married, she had adopted a daughter.

So, the only person who could stay in the cold Hogwarts to keep him company during Christmas was Minerva McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts whom he trusted the most.

"I invited that kid to my house for Christmas."

The older cat girl had a faint smile on her lips. "Dumbledore, we agreed that I will guide the child in my own way. I hope you will keep your promise and not interfere."

That child?

Which?

Dumbledore's vision was a little confused, and then he followed Professor McGonagall's gaze and saw the figure sitting next to the Slytherin table, whom he didn't really want to see.

Looking at the vice-principal who was backstabbing him, he had the face of an old man on the subway with his cell phone.

So I'm the only clown?

……

Dumbledore had a very miserable meal.

Ever since the four founders of Hogwarts, uh, mainly Gryffindor and Slytherin, who may have had some kind of inexplicable close relationship, broke up, a terrible curse has been lingering over Hogwarts.

Right now--

Wizards who serve as professors at Hogwarts are either single or divorced, and are basically alone.

Even if you are not the only one left in the household registration book, the one or two relatives left in the household registration book are either far away or have died of old age.

No contact with each other.

If any professor wants to break this iron rule, he will suffer a terrible consequence.

For example, Professor McGonagall, who has been widowed for many years.

Professor McGonagall had two failed relationships. One was when she had just graduated from Hogwarts, when she fell in love with a handsome Muggle boy.

When Professor McGonagall was young, the enforcement of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was so strict that it was terrifying because of Grindelwald.

The ending for the two was destined not to be a happy one, and that is indeed the case.

As for her second relationship experience, it happened not long after she entered Hogwarts. The object was Elphstone Uquidt, her boss in the department when she worked in the Ministry of Magic.

However, after only three years of marriage, El Festone died unexpectedly from a bite from a poisonous tentacle.

For example, Noah’s future third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is Remus Lupin.

He had only been with the Ministry of Magic Auror Nymphadora Tonks for less than a year when he and his wife both died in the Battle of Hogwarts.

What's more, the curse on Snape had already been fulfilled before he even became a professor at Hogwarts.

His childhood sweetheart was kidnapped by a person sent from heaven, and that incompetent rival James Pott ultimately failed to protect his Lily, causing Shirley to become an orphan when she was just a baby.

If Snape hadn't taken her away from the little house in Godric's Hollow, Shirley, who didn't have a good growing environment, might have become a stupid Potter again.

The other professors at Hogwarts weren't much better.

The heads of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff houses, Filius Flitwick and Pomona Sprout.

The mysterious Divination professor, Sybill Trelawney.

Sylvanus Kettleburn, professor of Care of Magical Creatures, who will retire next year.

Even Poppy Pomfrey, the head of the school infirmary.

Argus Filch, the castle's moral officer.

Irma Pince, the librarian.

and many more……

They are all single and never marry.

But this year, Dumbledore felt as if this iron rule was broken.

Oh, to be precise, except for myself, all the other professors' iron rules have been broken.

When Dumbledore thought about how he would have to spend Christmas alone in the cold and empty principal's office with a wrinkled baby phoenix, the saccharin soy milk in his hand no longer had any appeal.

I won't eat anymore! Damn it!

The thirty-year period has come to an end! It doesn't matter if this Hogwarts headmaster is no longer in office!

Give way to Minerva McGonagall now!

After drinking the saccharin soy milk in the goblet, Dumbledore stood up angrily and left this sad place.

Chapter 138: Snape, the Master of Face Changing

The last day before the Christmas holidays.

Slytherin's first class that morning, which was also their last class before the holiday, was Potions with Gryffindor.

After weighing the ground lionfish spine and throwing the potion ingredients on the table into the crucible, Draco, who had nothing to do for the time being, quietly moved the chair under his butt.

He moved closer in the direction of Gryffindor, earning a disapproving look from Ron.

Ignoring the super bright light bulb between them, Draco looked past Ron and at Harry who was sitting on the other side of Ron.

"Harry, would you like to come to my house for Christmas?"

Last week, the deans had already collected and compiled the list of students who would stay on campus during the holidays.

Well, there's actually nothing to organize.

There are hundreds of students in the entire Hogwarts Castle, and those who do not go home during the Christmas holidays can be counted on one hand.

Hearing Draco's invitation, Harry was somewhat tempted, but then he shook his head regretfully.

Before he could open his mouth to reply, Ron, who couldn't stand this poaching behavior in front of him, was about to explode, but Harry quickly restrained his partner.

Harry had not forgotten that this was the old bat's Potions class, and that cold and hypocritical old bat would not be lenient towards them, the Gryffindors.

After secretly glancing at Snape and confirming that he was not looking in this direction, Harry lowered his voice and replied:

"Sorry, Draco, I have to stay in Hogwarts during my holidays..."

Draco nodded, a hint of regret in his tone, "Okay then."

Then he moved the chair back to his original position.

However, he didn't seem to have much regret in his relaxed look. Now he had almost seen the truth -

Noah was right. Coming from a family of Death Eaters, there was no way that he could be with Harry, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord.

Not to mention that the camp his father belongs to has a blood feud with Harry, the savior.

Even if Lucius, a former Death Eater, was willing to turn over a new leaf and whitewash his past dark experiences, Draco would never become good friends with Harry.

This is not just a simple issue of factional opposition between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix.

It's the level that Lucius is at. He and he represent

There is a natural contradiction between the pure-blood wizard group and the interest class represented by Dumbledore.