The years of welding at Hogwarts

He checked his clothes with vigilance, mainly to make sure that the fat turkey had not taken advantage of his soul being out of his body to do anything bad to him.

"Don't tell me someone just kissed me."

Hearing this, Fox immediately

It was the hilt of a sword that hit Noah on the forehead, "You're the only one who talks too much!"

Noah was a little dazed by the sudden sword attack. No, Fox, what do you mean?

Could it be that this fat turkey, who had always been plotting ill against him, had actually secretly kissed him while he was lying there dead?

Noah would not tolerate Fox's sudden attack. He opened his mouth and accurately grasped the lifeblood of the greedy fat turkey.

"You have no food to eat this month, go back to the greenhouse and eat your vegetable leaves!"

At this moment, Fox's narrow and long phoenix eyes widened into the look of a moon-crazy beast. She thrust the sword of Gryffindor in her hand into the ground beside her with murderous intent and put her hands on her hips.

"Can you say that again!?"

"Cough cough."

Looking at the two people "flirting" in front of him, Kingsley next to him couldn't help but cough.

According to general movie routines, every time the protagonist saves the world, the male and female protagonists will hug each other and bite each other to celebrate their recent feat in this way.

Even though Kingsley is a wizard from a pure-blood family, he is very open to new things in the Muggle world.

During his vacation, he often went to the Muggle cinema to watch the new and interesting things that the Muggles had created.

Superhero movies are great, but Kingsley is better off with those action shows that only air on Muggle TVs after midnight.

Well, that was really cool.

Ahem, it seems a bit off topic to talk about that thing now.

But no matter what, before these two people do anything further, he'd better say something first and remind these two unscrupulous people that he, an outsider, is present at the scene.

Noah raised an eyebrow, "What's up, Mr. Auror?"

He recognized the terrorist who had just set fire to the mountain on a broomstick. If he remembered correctly, this big man whose face was covered with a layer of black ash and could not be seen, should be one of the cops of the Order of the Phoenix under Dumbledore.

And he is the one with more outstanding abilities.

Otherwise, how could such an important task of setting fire to the mountain fall on Mr. Jin?

"Um, you should still be a student at Hogwarts, right?"

Kingsley, a strong candidate for the next Chief of Staff of the Auror Corps, suddenly made the same mistake that all department leaders would make.

"Are you interested in working in the Auror office after graduation?"

Although there was still heavy rain in the sky, the dark clouds covering the sky did not obscure the dazzling brilliance of Kingsley's big white teeth.

"If you are interested, I can ask Director Scrimgeour to recruit you directly without affecting your studies at Hogwarts. You can start working as a full-time employee as soon as you graduate."

Hearing such a direct solicitation, Noah chuckled.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Auror, I'm only twelve years old now, and I don't have any clear career plans for now. I'll talk about work a few years later."

When Kingsley heard Noah tell his age, his big black face twitched.

He's twelve years old?

You're telling me this guy is fucking twelve years old?

How could a wizard apprentice who had just finished his first year of studies have the ability to forcibly control and contain the fierce fire that had already engulfed an entire city block?

If Noah were already sixteen or seventeen years old, the monstrous strength he displayed could barely be considered within Kingsley's comprehension.

After all, the gap between people is sometimes greater than the gap between people and dogs.

Those young wizards whose talents seem to be like cheat codes, after five or six years of hard study in Hogwarts School, are able to do things that dozens of Aurors working together cannot do.

Such things are not common in the history of magic, but they do exist.

For example, Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord who was expelled from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before completing his studies, was already a famous duelling master in the European and American magic world when his peers had just graduated.

Many famous wizards were no match for him and were defeated by him with his superb magic and exquisite dueling skills.

But...

You just finished your first year at school, and on your way home for the summer vacation on the Hogwarts Express, you saved the world?

This operation is a bit too outrageous.

To Kingsley, this incident sounded like someone from the Muggle world accidentally hearing that a primary school student was actually the human form of Ultraman and had just transformed and beaten up a little monster on the way home from school.

He was completely silenced by Noah's words.

After a long time, he raised his hand with difficulty and reached out to Noah.

"Well, if you are interested in becoming an Auror, you can contact me at any time. My name is Kingsley Shacklebolt."

Noah glanced at the other person's black hands with disdain. He didn't know whether the other person had touched the lizard man's corpse, or whether he washed his hands after touching the corpse, so he finally chose not to shake hands with the other person.

He just silently replied, "Noah Shafrin, a first-year student at Hogwarts."

Kingsley did not feel embarrassed, he put down his hand naturally.

However, did you secretly curse Noah in your heart?

That’s easy to say.

However, after Noah revealed the true identity of Wonder Woman next to him, Kingsley's intention to curse disappeared.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's..."

He really wanted to say "the phoenix" directly, but when he thought about the person standing in front of him, this statement seemed a little impolite, so he swallowed the words back.

Looking up and down at the combination of the man and the bird, Kingsley felt more and more that the identity and status of the young man in front of him seemed a little unusual?

Being able to be so close to Albus Dumbledore's Phoenix, and having such powerful strength at such a young age...

Could this be the illegitimate son of that old man Dumbledore?

No, no, not even Professor Dumbledore had such a perverted magical talent. After all, he and Grindelwald only started to emerge in the wizarding world after graduation.

Wait, Dumbledore and Grindelwald?

A terrible thought exploded in Kingsley's mind like thunder.

According to rumors, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were once a close couple...

Lovers.

Although both of them are male, for a wizard, it is not a difficult operation to create a offspring using magic.

If Noah is really the descendant of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and has the magical talents of these two dark lords, one black and one white, then it is completely understandable that he has such powerful strength in the first grade.

Kingsley's eyes were roaming back and forth over Noah's body like a copper-smelting pervert.

That's not right. Noah's hair and eye colors are both black. Neither Dumbledore nor Grindelwald's genetic traits match Noah's, right?

But Kingsley didn't have time to think about these messy things.

Unlike the two people in front of him who were fine, as an Auror, Kingsley still had a lot of things to do.

At this point, the most difficult battles have basically been fought, and what remains is the follow-up cleanup by the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle government, no, the finishing work.

The big incident that Voldemort caused this time is not just within the scope of the internal affairs of the wizarding world.

The scope of the impact is so wide that it is completely impossible to say that the Ministry of Magic alone can handle it without the intervention of the Muggle government.

After briefly saying goodbye to Noah and Fox, Kingsley left in a hurry.

Apart from the front-line combat forces responsible for dragging the Lizardmen hiding in the buildings out into the streets to get wet in the rain, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes can be said to be the busiest department in the Ministry of Magic today.

Not to mention how the subordinate Muggle Issues Coordination Committee is going to communicate this incident with the Muggle government departments. The large-scale memory modification involving the entire population of a city is enough to keep their departments busy.

The existence of the magical world was suddenly exposed to millions of people. Not to mention the memory spells that could only modify the memory of one person at a time, even if the wizards had the kind of high-tech props in the Men in Black movies that could modify memory with just a single photo, it would be impossible for them to handle the situation.

Fortunately, wizards don’t just have this inefficient method.

Thanks to Mr. Newt's contribution to the wizarding world, wizards are not completely without any experience in large-scale memory modification.

Using weather spells and scorpion venom to erase the memories of everyone in a city is something that wizards have been doing very well since old man Newt released a box of magical creatures in New York in 1926.

The Winged Demon is a magical animal classified as dangerous by the Ministry of Magic. It looks like a butterfly with a pair of blue-green wings full of spikes.

When it spreads its wings, its wingspan can reach two or three meters wide, but at other times it can magically shrink itself into a yo-yo-sized cocoon.

The venom it secretes can be used to erase bad memories after proper dilution. This is why the wizarding world has been able to hide from the Muggles until now and was not exposed as early as 1926.

However, even with the help of the Winged Demon's venom, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters' pitiful manpower would be unable to complete the arduous task of cleanup.

The destroyed city required a large-scale repair spell to repair it.

Not only the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, but all employees of the entire Ministry of Magic, even those on vacation, had their vacations terminated and were forcibly called back.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Department of International Magical Cooperation...

These messy departments, no matter what their previous responsibilities were, were all called onto the streets as long as they knew how to perform repair spells.

It's like the rewind button was pressed.

The collapsed buildings, the broken bricks and stones scattered on the ground, and the damaged furniture all began to fly backwards rapidly from this moment on, and in the process they were reassembled and restored to their original appearance.

Of course, the repair spell is not omnipotent.

Almost half of the block where King's Cross Station is located was burned to ashes by the flames.

Although the Repair Spell was a very irrational idealistic magic, it was not able to collect all the elementary particles floating in the air and put them back together again.

The original appearance.

Although the culprit has been brought to justice, London is still in turmoil.

The pitiful number of employees in the British Ministry of Magic, let alone compared with the total population of London, even if it is only placed in S.H.I.E.L.D., is only the number of people in half of a department under S.H.I.E.L.D.

It would take a long time for them to complete the post-disaster reconstruction work.

Gwen had seen this coming.

Before this war began, Birmingham-based S.H.I.E.L.D. had gathered a group of agents with sufficient authority to know about the existence of the magical world and gathered in the Triskelion Building.

After the war, under Gwen's orders, they came to Kamar-Taj's magic temple in London through the portal set up by Noah in the secret base deep underground in the building.

Standing on the top of the building, Gwen looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had entered the city and began to clear out the Lizardmen along the streets and rescue the survivors, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She cast her gaze into the distance.

Although Voldemort has been defeated by Noah, there is another person besides Voldemort who is responsible for this disaster.

Moreover, that person is still at large.

The thrusters spewed out dazzling flames, pushing Gwen's body into the air again. In an instant, the matte black-painted armor accelerated to a level sufficient to condense a sonic boom cloud.

Looking at the white track gradually moving away in the sky, Dumbledore slowly withdrew his gaze.

His gaze shifted back to the bottom of the building, where the city area was methodically restoring its original appearance.

Although the buildings were restored to their original appearance under the effect of the repair spell, the innocent people in the city who died as a result will never wake up again.

Although some lucky people survived, even if the venom of the Winged Demon could wash away their bad memories, how could the defects caused by the death of their family members be compensated by simply washing away their memories?

Not to mention those innocent people who accidentally turned into lizard people and madly tore everything around them to pieces.

If one day they remembered what they had done after becoming lizardmen, and that their closest relatives and friends had died under their claws...

Dumbledore really didn't dare to think about it any further.

He is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards. It should be his responsibility to keep the magical world from being exposed to the eyes of Muggles and to prevent wizards in the magical world from influencing Muggles.

But now Dumbledore just wanted to punch himself hard.

What kind of third-rate president is he?

Look at everything around you!

Just to save Harry's insignificant life, millions of people in London paid such a tragic price. Is he still the president of the International Confederation of Wizards?

What on earth did he protect?!

Chapter 237 Do You Think Gwen Will Mourn for You?

Outside the old Buddha's bedroom, a dusty and tall-hatted soldier from the Yingguo Army's Royal Guards Division trotted up to their superior.

"Sir! The rain outside has changed. It can turn those lizardmen back into normal humans!"