The years of welding at Hogwarts

Shirley, with a sullen face, sat down directly in front of Noah, picked up a pair of chopsticks and poked into the pot with ease.

It’s just twenty points!

She'd earned more than four times that many points for Ravenclaw this term, although most of them had come from her biased dad in Potions.

But extra points are extra points, they are real points. Even if twenty points are deducted, she has earned sixty points for Ravenclaw.

And as soon as Noah deducted the point, her father would definitely give her double the 20 points back.

and so……

Buckle it! Buckle it!

Looking at the stubborn Shirley, Noah could only helplessly ask the house-elf to prepare more food for him.

Hannah Abbott, who was next to Neville, poked her partner, who had a very good relationship with Noah, with her finger and whispered, "Neville, I want to eat that, too."

Faced with Hannah's request, Neville scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing how to tell Noah.

Looking at the way Noah was protecting his food just now, it was obvious that he was not willing to share with others. Of course, if he asked, Noah would not refuse him.

But Neville didn't want to do this, fortunately Noah rescued him in time.

"If you want to eat, you can go and tell the house elf in the kitchen to prepare hot pot tonight."

"If there is a next class, I will take you to make a barbecue then."

Noah's words made all the little wizards in the classroom cheer.

Chapter 172 Do you like him? You are just greedy for his body!

Feasting in the gloomy Potions classroom as if it were in the warm Great Hall restaurant was something that former Hogwarts students could not imagine.

So much so that after they left the Potions classroom, they were enthusiastically discussing the content of today's lecture by Noah, the temporary professor, on the way to the auditorium.

Shirley, the greedy little bat girl, smacked her lips with a hint of unsatisfaction, "It would be great if my dad could officially become the professor of Magic Offense and Defense, and let Noah teach Potions.

Her roommate Padma Patil said with a crazy look on her face, "If Noah is the professor of Potions, then this course will definitely be my favorite!"

Hannah Abbott beside her also nodded in agreement.

Hermione looked speechlessly at the three people who were daydreaming beside her, "How is that possible?"

Besides, is that what you call liking?

One of you is just craving for food, and the other one is craving for Noah's body!

Scumbag!

I don't want to tear you apart!

By the way, Noah has a really good figure.

Hermione once had the opportunity to see the three brothers of Kamar-Taj undergoing devilish training by the Black Lake.

Hiss, those perfect eight-pack abs, those pleasing muscle lines, hehehe...

No no, what am I thinking about?

The little beaver suddenly raised his hands to cover his face, and his cold hands quickly succeeded in cooling down his slightly hot cheeks.

Amidst the heated discussion, the three of them quickly reached the door of the auditorium, but when they were about to step into the door, Shirley suddenly froze.

Not only her, but also the group of little wizards following behind her were stunned.

Potions class took up their entire morning, and the ringing of the bell meant the beginning of lunch time.

They finished their work twenty minutes before the get out of class ended, which meant that they had already eaten lunch twenty minutes before the lunch in the auditorium officially started.

Now, they were all full, so how could they have the appetite to deal with the dazzling delicacies in the auditorium?

Great!

Even though they couldn't eat much, these little wizards who had just come from the cooking, no, potion classroom, still stubbornly sat down at the dining tables of their respective colleges.

They couldn't finish the main meal, but they could wait until everyone else had finished their meal and then enjoy the delicious desserts carefully prepared by the house-elves.

"How was Potions class today?"

Noah had originally planned to eat at the Slytherin table, but Dumbledore, the old man who suddenly appeared, refused to let him go.

He was pulled to the professors' seats.

To be more precise, it was the seat where Snape had sat before.

"Luckily, I didn't teach them potions. I just asked them to cook a few dishes."

Dumbledore:? ? ?

He looked up at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables below the podium and found that the first-year students were discussing this morning's Potions class enthusiastically.

The corners of the old wizard's mouth twitched slightly. As he was also proficient in potions, he could probably understand Noah's thoughts.

only……

Is it really feasible to use cooking instead of potion making as a training project for new wizards?

After thinking about it carefully, even with Dumbledore's extensive knowledge, he could only shake his head and say he didn't know, because no one had ever succeeded in the thousands of years of history of the wizarding world.

Maybe someone else did the same thing, but it is not recorded in the history of magic, which means they did not succeed.

Without waiting for the old bee to speak, Noah stared at the old man in front of him with a sharp look exactly like Professor McGonagall's, "Professor, have you sent out the advertisement for recruiting new professors?"

Upon hearing this, our principal raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly.

"I have entrusted the advertisement to the Daily Prophet to be published on the second page of tomorrow's newspaper."

"No more than one at the latest..."

Dumbledore originally wanted to say that it would only take one month. In just one month, they would be able to complete the recruitment and screening of new professors and have them devote themselves to the educational work of Hogwarts, so that the elite professors in the school could be freed from those low-level jobs.

But under Noah's extremely cold gaze, Dumbledore silently swallowed back the date he was about to mention.

"It won't be more than a week at the latest. When Severus comes back next week, we can start trying to let these newly recruited professors teach first-year and second-year students."

It takes a week for such a small thing?

Well, it's a big progress that Dumbledore is willing to do something practical. Noah plans to let this old man go for the time being.

Just as he turned around and was about to concentrate on the food on his plate, Professor Flitwick, who had been watching the show silently, suddenly spoke.

"Noah."

"Hmm?" Noah, who was chewing a large piece of beef, turned his head slightly and glanced at the half-blood goblin professor next to him. "Professor Flitwick, what's the matter?"

"Are you substituting for Severus?"

Noah suddenly had a bad feeling, but before he could swallow the beef in his mouth, he uttered a word of refusal.

Professor Flitwick spoke before him, "I heard from students in our college that your Potions class is very good. How about you try to teach a Charms class for the first-year students on my behalf?"

Only then did Noah chew the beef in his mouth and swallow it.

Dumbledore interrupted Noah's spellcasting and chanted, "I think this proposal is acceptable. Minerva, you can even let Mr. Shafrin take your Transfiguration class."

Without Dumbledore making any move, a letter of appointment that Noah was very familiar with emerged from thin air and landed on the table in front of him.

This set of combos was done smoothly and in one go, leaving Noah no room for refusal.

Looking at the temporary acting professor position for first-year Transfiguration and Charms courses written on the parchment, Noah's face was twitching. He was looking at the thing in his hand with the face of an old man on the subway looking at his cell phone.

Aren’t you bullying honest people?

He wanted to throw the parchment in Dumbledore's face, but on second thought, Noah took it back.

It just so happened that he couldn't go anywhere in Hogwarts during this period of time before Snape came back.

It would be better to take this opportunity to create something for Old Deng to worry about.

"We agreed that it's only for this week. Next week I will not be a professor again, even as a temporary assistant!"

"Just one week, I promise."

Dumbledore was secretly happy after having tricked Noah, but he had no idea that even bigger trouble was yet to come.

Chapter 173 The magic teacher asked for leave, and the physical education class was held this time.

"Professor Flitwick has asked for leave. We will not have Magical Offense and Defense this class. We will go to the outside of the castle for Physical Education."

On Tuesday morning, the Ravenclaw eaglets were pleasantly surprised to see Noah again in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Why the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom?

Ever since Quirrell was killed in the Forbidden Forest by a fuel-air bomb thrown by Noah, this course has been suspended indefinitely.

As for the magical offense and defense that were added later, they no longer needed to occupy the students' rest time at night, but were moved to the normal black magic class time.

In other words, magic attack and defense has almost replaced black magic defense.

If there is any difference from before, it would be the course name and the professor.

Although they didn't know what physical education was, when they heard that they could go to class outside Hogwarts Castle, all the students except Hermione, who knew about it, were extremely excited.

Looks like.

Only Hermione felt her right eyelid twitching.

The Scottish Highlands in January have not yet entered the thawed state where everything comes back to life. Except that the snow falls a little less frequently than during Christmas, the area outside the castle is still covered in snow.

Breathing the fresh but cold air outside the castle, the first-year students couldn't help but wrap their clothes tightly.

As they followed Noah, they whispered to each other about the lecture content they might encounter in this class.

Crossing the snow-covered lawn, the little wizards discovered that the road Noah took them on led to the Forbidden Forest.

"Are we going to go into the Forbidden Forest and fight those dangerous magical creatures?"

Draco, who was walking beside Noah, asked curiously.

Hearing his words, the corners of Noah's mouth suddenly raised a little, "No, when the class starts, you will find that what you are going to face is even more terrifying than going to the Forbidden Forest."

Noah's words immediately caused a commotion among the group of little wizards behind him.

Feeling that some kind of restraint was lifted and confirming that he had escaped from Hogwarts' anti-Apparition restriction, Noah stopped.

"Okay, that's it."

They were now at the edge of the forbidden forest.

Looking at the extremely nervous little wizards, the curve at the corner of Noah's mouth seemed even more evil.

"Then let's officially start the class."

"I am not going to teach you any advanced magical knowledge in this class. Even if I taught you those extremely powerful offensive and defensive spells, you would not be able to learn them at your current level."

Although this is the truth, when Noah said it, the little wizards found that...

This is really fucking infuriating.

"In this physical education class, you have only one task."

After a pause, seeing all the students staring at him intently, Noah opened his lips and said, "That is to survive."

All the little wizards had expressions like old men on the subway looking at their cell phones.

What the hell? How can a class be life-threatening?

"You have five minutes to warm up, after that, I want you to take off your jackets."

Noah had just finished speaking when the little wizard raised his hand and protested loudly, "It's so cold now and we are asked to take off our coats! Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding, Mr. Zabini." Noah's voice was calm and cold, not sounding like a joke at all.

Blaise Zabini wanted to say something more, but before he could continue, Noah glared at him fiercely with a terrifying look.

The murderous look in his eyes made Bryce shut his mouth. Like a frightened quail, he huddled silently in the crowd and dared not speak.

Seeing Noah’s extremely serious look, many little wizards began to get scared.

"But we'll catch a cold!"

Draco's childhood sweetheart Pansy Parkinson wanted to continue rescuing him, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Draco covered her mouth.

Noah raised an eyebrow, "So what?"

"In my class, my words are absolute orders!"

"If you don't want to comply, that's fine, as long as you can beat me."