The years of welding at Hogwarts

The most powerful one is Ron. He basically has no small points to lose. Weasley, who usually doesn't show off, makes big things when he does something, and each time he gets deducted at least 50 points.

This newly emerged iron triangle combination can be described as the Crouching Dragon, Phoenix Chick and Tomb Tiger of Gryffindor College. They are rare talents.

It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time. If he was born in the era when Dumbledore and Grindelwald were fighting for supremacy, if one of these three people was killed, the world would be lost!

"The specific scores of each college are as follows..."

Looking at the parchment in his hand, Dumbledore had an expression as if he was having a myocardial infarction. He lowered his head silently, and his azure eyes behind the half-moon lenses stared silently at his savior classmate, whom he had high hopes for.

"Fourth place, Gryffindor House..."

He was silent for a long time. After a fierce ideological struggle, he finally made up his mind and read out the number on the parchment - "Five points!"

This unprecedented low score silenced the entire auditorium.

It wasn't until five seconds later that Draco, one of the two Slytherin laughing duo, took the lead and the Slytherin table erupted into thunderous laughter and stomping of feet.

Not only the little lions of Gryffindor, but even the older cat lady sitting at the professor's table at the top of the hall lowered her head in shame.

I have no face to face Godric Gryffindor!

Gryffindor House’s thousand-year rule was destroyed in my hands, Minerva McGonagall!

The older cat lady covered her fragile little heart with a worried look on her face.

Dumbledore's mood was not much better than Professor McGonagall's, but as the headmaster of Hogwarts, no matter how unhappy he was, he had to force a smile and act as if he treated everyone equally.

"Third place, Hufflepuff, 612 points; second place, Ravenclaw, 734 points."

Dumbledore sighed silently in his heart again, "The first place is Slytherin House, their final score is 757 points."

This score gap directly made Dumbledore put an end to any shady dealings and force the final house cup into the hands of Gryffindor House in order to give Harry Potter more confidence.

If he did that, he would not be helping Harry, but hurting him.

They would just find a random excuse to add a lot of points to Harry, directly narrowing or even surpassing the score gap of more than 700 points. This would only make Harry and the entire Gryffindor house hostile to the other three houses.

That was not something Dumbledore wanted to see.

He waved his hand, "Congratulations to Slytherin House, they have completed an unprecedented seven-year grand slam achievement."

The thunderous cheers and applause completely drowned out Dumbledore's last words. No one heard or cared what Dumbledore said in the end.

After the dinner, it seemed as if overnight, the students' dormitories were emptied out in an instant.

All their personal belongings that they had kept in the dormitory were packed into their suitcases.

The bedding, pillowcases, carpets and even curtains in the dormitory were all collected by the house-elves and prepared to be sent to the laundry room for centralized cleaning and drying, so that the students can have a 100% clean dormitory environment at the beginning of the next school year.

On the other hand, notices from the Ministry of Magic were also sent to every student, warning students not to use magic during the holidays.

Looking at the parchment in his hand, Noah raised an eyebrow with interest.

Before this, he had always believed that the trace that was hyped up to be magical would be attached to every student through the Ministry of Magic's ubiquitous monitoring network after every young wizard showed signs of awakening magical abilities.

It was not until he got the parchment in his hand that he knew the principle of the trace thread.

These notifications sent by the Ministry of Magic all contain a passive contract magic, just like the user agreement that is automatically checked when registering an account.

When the young wizards receive this notice, the trace originally attached to the notice will automatically be transferred to the students and accompany them until they reach adulthood.

During this time, Tracker will continue to monitor him.

Magical activity around them.

Its function is to transform those students with trace threads attached to their bodies into humanoid self-propelled radars, accurately monitoring all magical activities within the sensing range of the trace threads, and even being able to tell what kind of magic the fluctuations that appear around the little wizard are.

Noah waved his hand in disdain, and blocked the invisible contract magic that was attached to him.

Chapter 213 Enemy attack! ! !

With a series of whistle sounds, the Hogwarts Express slowly pulled out of the station.

Hagrid, who had said confidently two days ago that one should not give up the entire forest for a tree, was now looking at the steam locomotive that was gradually moving away with tears in his eyes.

"Lu Wei! I'll come to see you!"

Lu Wei on the train could not hear the heart-wrenching cries of his original owner. At this time, the dog Lu Wei was lying on the floor of the train compartment and enjoying the feeding from the little witches.

"Shirley, what are your plans for the summer vacation?"

Little Beaver looked at her best friend sitting opposite her with burning eyes. As a top student with excellent exam papers, Little Beaver had already arranged her schedule for the summer vacation a month ago.

I got up at eight in the morning and stayed up until twelve, with two hours allocated to Charms and two hours to Potions...

After lunch, there is a two-hour lunch break, from two to six o'clock, which is evenly divided among the remaining two major subjects. In the evening, it is the study time for other non-major subjects.

After listening to Hermione's story about her summer vacation, Noah and Shirley's faces twitched.

This is too...

But when they thought that it was Hermione who made such an arrangement, they no longer felt surprised. After all, this was very "Hermione".

"My dad is going to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America to participate in a potion exchange meeting, and he plans to take me with him!"

When Shirley mentioned her summer vacation travel plan, she seemed a little excited, "Hermione, do you want to go with us?"

Apart from coming to Hogwarts to go to school, she had never traveled so far from home since she was a child. It would naturally be best if she could have a familiar friend to accompany her.

Originally, her ideal travel partner was Noah, but this unromantic bastard actually said that he had other important things to take care of, so he didn't plan to go with her.

Shirley gets angry whenever this matter is mentioned.

Is there anything more important than her?

Ilvermorny...

Another magic school. When Hermione heard that there was a chance to visit and study at another school, she became interested.

But she is not like the lonely person sitting opposite her. She is the only one registered in the household registration book, so she can go wherever she wants freely.

"I have to talk to my parents and see if I can let them take me with them, or if I can go with you guys."

At this point, Hermione suddenly paused, "By the way, will Professor Snape agree to let me follow you?"

"Why would I disagree?" Shirley said as she fed the pile of cockroaches in her hand to Fluffy, the three-headed dog lying quietly at her feet. "As long as I ask, there is nothing my dad won't agree to!"

Hermione's face twitched when she remembered the cold, big black bat professor's fatherly look when facing his own daughter.

Hahaha, that’s true.

The journey from the Hogwarts "Extra Slow" train, which departed from Hogsmeade Station and arrived at the final stop, King's Cross Station, was quite long. At Noah's suggestion, the three of them started a novel card game called "Dou Dizhu".

However, after playing more than a dozen games, they soon felt a little bored.

Mainly because Shirley felt a little bored.

The inhuman little beaver possesses extremely powerful calculation ability, while Noah, the old fox with a thousand tricks, is full of tricks when playing his cards. When the two of them meet Shirley, a naive little witch who has no tricks at all, they are slaughtered one-sidedly.

During the whole process, Shirley was being carried around by the two big guys and had no idea what she was playing.

After more than ten games, she still didn't fully understand the rules. She never tried to be the landlord, and she only knew that her peasant teammate would grab the cards in her hand and play them away as soon as he reached out.

Then she just watched the cards in her hand and the cards in the hands of the other two people gradually decrease.

In the end, you lose inexplicably, or win inexplicably.

There was no sense of participation in this crappy game! She felt like a licensed robot with no emotions!

There is no way to do this, this is a complete crushing of IQ.

Most of the games that require thinking are not suitable for Noah and Hermione, two big guys, to participate in, so let alone pulling Draco from next door to play mahjong together.

During the long journey that followed, the three people in the box gradually lost the excitement they had at the beginning of the vacation.

Until almost lunch time, the three of them were just doing their own things quietly.

The future Third Dark Lord was holding a book on dark magic that he had taken out of Snape's study. He seemed to be reading, but in fact he was silently planning his next course of action.

Only the little beaver was actually learning new knowledge, and from time to time he would ask a question to

Noah helped her figure it out.

Shirley, who only wanted to eat, was holding the snack can that she never let go of. She ate a candy and then fed another candy to Lu Wei who was lying at her feet...

At noon, a frog-like "Gu~" suddenly sounded in the box.

Shirley reached out and tugged at Noah's sleeve, "I'm so hungry, Noah."

Noah's mouth twitched after taking a look at the empty snack can in Shirley's hand and the small backpack next to her that was cast with a traceless stretching spell but was also empty.

If he remembered correctly, the snacks in Shirley's small backpack should be enough to feed all the students on the train, but now...

As soon as Noah lowered his head, he met Lu Wei's clear and stupid eyes, and he instantly understood what was going on.

"The old lady selling food on the train should be here soon by this time. If you can't wait, I'll go out and find her for you."

Shirley slumped down on the seat in the box in a Ge You-like posture, "I don't want to eat snacks anymore."

Although snacks are her favorite, she, a fake Ravenclaw eagle and a real Hufflepuff flat-headed lady, still finds it difficult to accept such a daily snack as a full meal.

"I want Bavarian schnitzel! I also want French-style foie gras! And roasted veal knee bone!"

Why don't you go to heaven?

Every time Shirley named a dish, Noah's face turned darker. You think I'm the omnipotent Doraemon, who can take out a dish from my four-dimensional pocket anytime, anywhere...

Uh, wait?

Four-dimensional pocket?

Noah suddenly remembered that he really seemed to have such a thing.

He opened his palm, and a magic circle appeared in his palm. Noah put his hand in and fumbled inside the magic circle for a while, and soon found something that made his eyes light up.

With Noah's skillful wandless spellcasting and the storage space full of fresh raw and cold ingredients originally prepared for Fox.

At noon, when other students could only eat the bread brought from the hall in the morning to fill their stomachs, three ruthless men set up a barbecue stall in the compartment of the Hogwarts Express.

On the makeshift barbecue grill created by Transfiguration, the surface of the sizzling pork belly was oozing with golden fat, and the huge oil droplets appeared particularly clear and bright under the sunlight outside the window.

The curl of smoke drifted out from the open windows, spreading the alluring aroma to dozens of carriages behind, and seeping in through the gaps in their windows.

"smell good……"

"Where does this fragrance come from?"

One after another, hungry students came out of their own boxes, following the wonderful aroma floating in the air, searching for food.

Draco, who was close to the source of the fragrance, was the first to find it.

Looking at Draco standing at the door of the box with shining eyes, Noah smiled and greeted him, "What are you still standing there for? Come in and help grill the skewers!"

Shirley took a delicious bite of the skewer in her hand, a happy expression on her face.

"that's……"

Before she could finish her words, there was a sudden and ear-piercing sound of wheels rubbing against rails outside the car window. The sudden emergency brake caused the heavy luggage on the luggage rack behind Shirley to suddenly fly out of the rack due to the huge inertia.

A hand stretched out from the side and held the huge suitcase steadily.

After stuffing the fallen suitcase back onto the shelf, Noah's face showed a hint of annoyance at having his meal interrupted.

After an emergency brake, the train finally landed on an elevated bridge in the mountains. The sound of extremely heavy footsteps, accompanied by strong earthquake-like tremors, gradually approached the isolated and helpless train in the wilderness.

"Earthquake?" Draco put down the kebab in his hand.

Glancing out the window, Noah raised his eyebrows, "I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

Looking at the huge outline emerging on the rugged horizon in the distance, and the surging waves sweeping towards the train from all over the mountains and fields, a sense of fear involuntarily climbed into Hermione's heart.

The little beaver's voice was trembling. "That was not an earthquake, but..."

Suddenly, shrill cries erupted from other carriages, "Enemy attack!"

Remus Lupin, the professor of lower grade Charms, used his [Loud Voice] to spread his voice to every corner of the train.

"Everyone stay calm! There is powerful defensive magic on the Hogwarts Express to protect us, and other professors in the school are on the way to support us!"

"The Student Union President and the prefects of each house, please maintain order on the train and be prepared to defend against the enemy!"

"Students above sixth grade! Those who are willing to join the battle, please gather on the roof of the carriage!"

Noah's mouth curled up slightly with murderous intent, and he stepped one foot on the edge of the car window. "The good news is that you can have a chance to practice."

"And the bad news is..."

Before climbing out of the window, he shrugged his shoulders. "There is only one professor following us on the train. He can't protect everyone. We can only rely on ourselves."