The years of welding at Hogwarts

Even if we don't try to destroy them, they won't be able to survive for long with their vitality like a candle in the wind.

Chapter 218: The plan to destroy Voldemort was made by Shaflin

Falling back onto the roof of the carriage, Noah looked at the battlefield below and raised his wand above his head with an expressionless face.

As he moved, a dark blue flame suddenly emerged from the void, and the extremely hot temperature distorted the light in front of his eyes in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the rolling heat waves in front of him, Lupin's pupils shrank suddenly, "Firefire!"

My God! When did even a first-year wizard master this kind of highly dangerous black magic?

He had only been away from Hogwarts for a dozen years, but the school had already become

Did it make him so strange?

The wand raised above his head drew a complete circle in the air, and a circular wall of fierce fire appeared around the Hogwarts Express, surrounding Noah.

If there was any wizard here who had participated in the Battle of Père Lachaise Cemetery, he would recognize the magic that Noah was casting now as a traditional skill of the Grindelwald family.

That is the Grindelwald gas stove.

The blazing fire seemed to have a life of its own, automatically tracking and searching for the remaining monsters on the battlefield, turning them into ashes with incredible precision.

When the entire battlefield fell silent, Noah clenched his fists suddenly, and the balls of fire floating in the sky suddenly exploded into magical fireworks all over the sky.

In the sky, faint blue points of light slowly drifted down, like a sky full of bright stars, but more like a magnificent and unique meteor shower.

The students on the train looked at the rain of light in front of them, and the fear that had filled their hearts because of this sudden incident was mostly dispelled.

Looking at the extinguished Fiendfyre, Lupin, who had been doing his best to maintain the train's defensive magic, breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this student was not the kind of idiot who had no control but insisted on casting the Fiery Flame Curse, which eventually caused Fiery Flame to lose control and be killed by his own magic.

As Lupin put away his wand, the glowing ancient magic runes on the surface of the car gradually dimmed, until no trace of magic could be seen anymore.

The entire steam locomotive returned to its original ordinary appearance.

On the battlefield under the viaduct, Neville, who was exhausted from the fierce battle, rode on the back of Fluffy, a three-headed dog who had transformed to join the battle, and was breathlessly dragged back to the viaduct with his beloved Meow Hammer.

Seeing the blood-stained appearance of the reckless student, Neville almost scared Lupin to death.

It was not until he had checked Neville's physical condition and confirmed that apart from some bruises from blunt force trauma, he had no other serious injuries and that the dirty blood that was about to coagulate was all from the enemy, that Lupin's heart, which had been hanging high, returned to its original position in his chest.

"All students, get back to the carriages!"

Lupin calmed down and took a deep breath to ease the shock in his heart, and then began to arrange the aftermath of the battle.

His voice spread to every carriage of the train, "The prefects of each college should count the number of students and ensure the safety of every student!"

The student headcount work was carried out in an orderly manner. The rocks that originally blocked the way were also moved away. As for the railroad tracks that were damaged by the rocks, they were restored to their original appearance under the effect of the repair spell.

Just when Lupin breathed a sigh of relief and thought he could continue his journey and escort the students safely to King's Cross Station, the end of the journey, an accident happened again.

"Harry! Harry Potter is missing!"

A panicked voice came from the carriage below, and Lupin's face turned pale in an instant.

After swallowing hard, Lupin jumped off the carriage.

When he fell to the same height as the car window, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the window and climbed into the box with extremely smooth movements.

Noah, who was originally clearing gravel from the road in front of the train, also keenly noticed the commotion over there.

Back on the train, the narrow aisle in the carriage was crowded with people. Noah took some effort to get close to the compartment where the savior Harry was.

The eyes of every student in the corridor were fixed on the half-open box door.

Noah squeezed out of the crowd and saw the scene in the box at a glance——

In the box that could accommodate four people, Harry's three roommates had just woken up from their coma, and the seat where the fourth person, Harry, should have been sitting was nowhere to be seen, with only a piece of parchment with scribbled notes on it.

Lupin's face was filled with cold anger, and he reached out and pinched the parchment.

Carefully examining the information on the parchment, Lupin angrily threw the parchment to the ground after a moment, and Noah was able to see clearly what was written on the paper -

[I will take Harry Potter with me. If you want him alive, you can exchange him for the Philosopher's Stone.]

The loud cry of a phoenix was heard in the sky, and a series of explosions of apparitions were heard outside the train, and hurried footsteps were heard outside the carriage.

The crowded crowd made way for the professor who was rushing over, and Noah silently put down the pendant in his hand that could communicate with Fox.

This time, Noah did not blame Dumbledore and other professors for being late.

After all, Voldemort had planned this attack for a long time, and he was well prepared to block any means for them to seek help from the outside world until they achieved the goal of this trip.

No one expected that Voldemort would be so cruel as to directly attack the Hogwarts Express.

Even the most extreme terrorists would not use their country's entire young generation as gambling chips, or as hostages for negotiation, in order to achieve their crazy goals.

Dumbledore stared at the parchment lying quietly on the floor with his eyes lowered.

This was the first time that the students had seen Dumbledore so furious. His face no longer had the kind smile of the past. Every wrinkle on his old face was filled with endless anger.

anger.

The other professors who arrived were also silent, their faces showing the same anger as Dumbledore's.

Angry at Voldemort's actions, but also angry at himself for not being able to protect his students.

Under the threat of the disturbing low pressure in the carriage, none of the noisy students around dared to speak, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Some students with poor psychological endurance moved their feet little by little, returned to their original boxes quietly and sat down quietly.

Those students who were usually more naughty, such as the Weasley twins, made the same choice after watching quietly for a while.

Soon, only a few professors were left in the huge carriage.

It was unknown how long it had been before Dumbledore finally broke the uncomfortable silence in the carriage. "Severus, I need you to go to the Ministry of Magic immediately and report what happened here to Cornelius himself."

"Minerva, please follow Fawkes back to Hogwarts and bring the Sorting Hat back."

"Filius, Pomona, and Lupin, please come with me to maintain order here, set up defensive magic, and be on guard before the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrive."

Watching Dumbledore take over the follow-up work on the scene, Noah silently left the train and left all the troublesome matters to the professors.

Snape, who was entrusted to go to the Ministry of Magic, had no time to act before other people's space teleportation fluctuations appeared in the air. If he guessed correctly, it should be the Aurors.

It seems that those slow-reacting officials in the Ministry of Magic should have also noticed the movement here.

After all, the seven grades of students carried on the Hogwarts Express can be said to be the future generation of the entire British wizarding world. If anything happened to them, the British wizarding world would be cut off.

After taking a deep look at the train behind him, Noah put on the ring before the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic arrived. Under the watchful eyes of all the students, he opened a circular portal in the air.

With just one step, Noah arrived at the Holy of Holies of their Kamar-Taj on Oxford Street in London.

Walking straight to the huge stone table deep in the temple, Noah raised his hand and pressed it on the table.

With the input of magic power, the faint lines on the surface of the stone table suddenly lit up with a bright white magical light, connecting with each other to form the prototype of a huge magic circle.

The light was distorted, projecting the complete topography of the British Isles into the void.

Noah stared sharply at the huge projection in front of him.

Under his protection, Harry Potter was knocked unconscious and stolen in front of everyone's eyes. Voldemort's behavior was a complete slap in the face of Lord Shafran.

Although Noah didn't care about Harry's life or death, Voldemort had been causing trouble right under his nose time and time again. If he didn't kill this annoying sewer rat, would he just keep him around to disgust himself?

Chapter 219: Battle of London

"No, still no..."

In the empty hall of the Holy of Holies in London, a huge projection representing the terrain of the British Isles kept rolling, searching for Voldemort's traces as Noah gestured.

A lonely arm was wrapped in a large lump of ice. It was the arm that Hagrid had cut off from Voldemort and was a part of his body.

And now, what Noah is doing is to search for Voldemort's location based on the magic power remaining in this arm through a monitoring array that is completely connected to the Floo Network and Trace Thread.

But as time passed, Noah's confident look gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of irritation.

"This dog is really good at hiding."

No need for Apparition, no portkey, and no spatial magic fluctuations.

This made the monitoring methods in the Floo Network system completely ineffective, turning it into a complete decoration.

As for Trace, if the other party simply ran away on foot after kidnapping Harry without using any magic, then this monitoring method would not work either.

Even if it is certain that the other party has abandoned any magical means to change his position in order to hide his tracks.

Considering that Voldemort's current lizard man form may have a very powerful high-speed running ability, even if the search range is limited to places that can be reached by running with legs, the search range is still quite large.

The only possible means of tracking is to rely on this remaining trace of magic power as a guiding light.

Every wizard's magic has their own unique aura, but when facing Voldemort, who has changed greatly every time he meets him, Noah is not sure whether such a method can work.

Just when he was at a loss as to what to do, on the other side, the Hogwarts Express had already resumed its journey under the escort of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you really going to do this?"

In the most spacious prefect's compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Dumbledore was accompanied by a very strange-looking man.

His short, fat and stocky figure made him look like a winter melon in a suit. His gray hair, which should have been meticulously groomed, became disheveled because of this emergency, and there was an anxious look on his face.

The clothes on her body are also a mess

, it looked like he had just been learning a foreign language in the office, but was interrupted by an emergency and ran out after making up some random sentences.

Pinstripe suit, bright red tie, long black cape, purple pointed boots...

Every component cannot be made into the same color.

"Cornelly, I think we have no choice. You know how important Harry is to the wizarding world. We can't live without him."

The person standing next to Dumbledore was the current Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom. He frowned and looked at Dumbledore. "Well, if you insist..."

Neither Cornelius nor the Ministry of Magic owns the Philosopher's Stone, and if Nicolas Flamel agrees with Dumbledore's approach, then the Ministry of Magic has no right to dictate their decisions.

Fudge was playing with the dark green hat in his hand unconsciously because of his anxiety. "Professor Dumbledore, do you have any clues about the mysterious attacker?"

"That is Voldemort," Dumbledore said coldly.

Fudge had never thought that he would hear such an answer from Dumbledore. After being stunned for a few seconds, he, who had been able to pretend that nothing had happened, suddenly changed his expression, as if someone had hit him hard in the face.

He stood there blinking dazedly, staring at Dumbledore blankly, as if he couldn't fully believe what he had just heard, hoping to get words like "I was only joking" from Dumbledore.

But Dumbledore's next words directly shattered the unrealistic fantasy in his heart.

"You heard me right. Voldemort did regain his physical body during the Basilisk incident last Halloween."

Dumbledore's expression was extremely serious. "He successfully obtained Harry's blood to perform his resurrection ceremony. I warned you at the time, Cornelius."

Connelly forced a strange smile on his face.

"Don't be ridiculous! Dumbledore! This is not funny!"

"The mysterious man has been dead for so many years, it's complete nonsense that he can come back!"

He looked for help at the other professors standing in the prefect's compartment, but none of them agreed with him.

Professor McGonagall looked angry as she looked at Cornelius, who acted so cowardly and incompetently when he heard Voldemort's name.

"Minister Fudge! What you should do now is not to stand here and argue with us whether Voldemort has been resurrected or not! Instead, you should take your subordinates to search for Harry's whereabouts! This is the most important thing at the moment!"

He seemed to be intimidated by Professor McGonagall's majesty. Of course, it was more likely because, except for him, all the other people standing in the prefect's carriage were professors of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall's words were like a stepping stone for Fudge.

Not wanting to face this horrible reality, he nodded repeatedly after Professor McGonagall got angry, then disappeared in the carriage and was never seen again.

Before leaving, Fudge, who had interpreted the idiom of bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the extreme, did not forget to turn around and say some "harsh words" to Dumbledore:

"Until there is actual evidence that the mysterious man has returned, I hope you won't bring this up again!"

"There is absolutely no possibility that the You-Know-Who will make a comeback! In my opinion, this is just something that some of the remaining Death Eaters did, and their purpose is to take revenge on the Ministry of Magic! Revenge on the Potter family!"

Dumbledore repeated his previous words firmly, "Voldemort has returned! Fudge! If you accept this fact immediately, then there is still..."

"boom!"

The only response he got was the sound of Cornelius Fudge slamming the door.

Looking at the tightly closed door at the connection between the carriages, Dumbledore's mouth opened and closed again, as if he could not find the right words to express his anger towards the incompetent minister.

He sighed deeply.

He was wrong from the very beginning. Why did he nominate such a loser to be the Minister of Magic?

Complex thoughts were swirling in Dumbledore's mind. What worried him was not the series of things that Voldemort had just done, but something else.

After Noah's appearance, the growing power of the non-magical world made Dumbledore feel deeply uneasy for the first time.