The years of welding at Hogwarts

Because of this, he could only watch Fudge hold a press conference and announce his resignation.

However, the power change caused by the change of owner of 10 Downing Street is a great opportunity for Hydra to make its moves.

only……

The question now is, how do we get that self-destructive little spider back to his post to continue working 996?

Chapter 239 Gwen gives up on herself

There is no such thing as a bloody scene where someone stands at the door and knocks for a long time, someone inside says "go away", and someone outside says "open the door", and two people argue back and forth in and out of the room for most of the day.

Looking at the tightly closed door, Noah raised his hand and an Ahora hole opened.

Um? no response?

It was only then that Noah remembered that this self-destructive spider was not the original little newbie who could only act based on his physical instincts and spider sense.

Having been in the wizarding world for such a long time, although she had never attended a single day of school at Hogwarts, Gwen had mastered a lot of magic through the instruction of Noah and Snape as well as self-study.

It was not difficult for her to set up a simple anti-locking spell.

After staring at the door in front of him and thinking for a while, Noah suddenly reached out and grabbed the door handle. His biceps suddenly bulged, and he burst out with amazing force and directly removed the door from the hinges.

"Restored as new."

Noah ignored the food that had already gone cold on the floor at the door and cast a repair spell behind him without even looking back.

He walked straight to Gwen's bed, reached out and lifted the quilt, "How long are you going to sleep?"

"Leave me alone!"

Before the quilt flew up into the air, it was pulled back by a hand that suddenly stretched out from underneath.

Looking at Gwen, who had wrapped herself up like a dumpling, Noah sighed helplessly and sat down on a chair opposite the bed.

"Still mad at me, Gwen?"

Gwen's sullen voice came from under the covers, "No."

No matter how you listen to her voice, it's obvious that she's saying one thing and thinking another. As long as Noah has a high EQ, he can tell that Gwen is speaking in a sarcastic way.

Noah reached out and pulled the quilt down a little bit, revealing Gwen's haggard face. Her golden hair had been tangled into a mess, and there were a few large yellow condensates hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Although he had used an ungentlemanly method two days ago to get Gwen to get up and cooperate with the servants to wash her face and eat, it wasn't long after he left Gwen alone before this guy showed his true colors again.

Gwen didn't want Noah to see her in this state, so she pulled the quilt back from Noah's hand, turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

Her depressed look, as if saying "Leave me alone, I'm going to be bedridden for the rest of my life", made Noah sigh helplessly.

"Gwen, you've been lying in bed like this for ten days."

"If you dare to tell me to be more open-minded and keep moving forward in life, I will throw you off the rooftop!"

He raised his hand and used the Vanishing Spell to make the quilt that Gwen was holding tightly in her hand disappear. Noah took great pains to help the Spider-Woman, whose physical strength easily weighed tens of tons, to make a comeback.

Noah held Gwen's shoulders and barely pulled her up from her lying position. He looked into Gwen's slightly reddish green eyes.

"I just want to tell you that the life of a superhero isn't as glamorous as ordinary people think."

"If you choose to be a hero..."

Noah's voice sounded like that of an old father giving advice and persuasion, even though his twelve-year-old face was totally inconsistent with what he was doing, and even quite incongruous.

"The road to a hero is never smooth. If only one setback could turn you into what you are now."

Noah gestured with his hands, "You look no better than those fallen women in the slums who are high on drugs and can only sell their bodies to make money from drugs."

His words made Gwen throw a pillow at his face.

Keeping the pillows that Gwen threw at him aside at any time, Noah looked into Gwen's eyes sincerely.

"No matter what you think, he is not the Peter you are familiar with. He is just the Peter you know in another world."

After so long, Gwen finally said it for the first time.

A complete sentence.

"But Peter was my best friend! He died in front of me! And I had no power to save him!"

Noah was silent for a while, then slowly reported a number, "But he killed 215 people. This is just what SHIELD found out. There is evidence to prove that he killed them personally."

“And that’s just the number of deaths he was directly responsible for.”

"The death toll caused by the mutation frenzy that swept across London, based on the list that has been clearly counted so far, already has more than 100,000 names on it."

To some politicians, the death toll is just a cold, heartless number on a death tally.

But for Gwen, each of those numbers represented a life, and such a cruel act could no longer be simply described as a heinous crime.

The terrifying number Noah reported made her fall into silence.

After a long time, she whispered, "Maybe that was just my one-sided wishful thinking..."

"If it happens again, I will kill him without hesitation. Apart from the death penalty, no other punishment can match his crime."

Gwen protested in a low voice, "But he should be judged by the law..."

But her words sounded like she was lacking in confidence.

"Despite having seen so much darkness in this world, you are still so innocent, Gwen."

Noah's tone was a little contemptuous, "You should know that the law is not omnipotent."

Before Gwen could retort, Noah continued speaking.

"Have you ever thought that after seeing the serum Peter created, would those senior government officials use some means to secretly fake his death and escape from prison, and then join a highly confidential research institute under their control?"

Gwen had considered the possibility that Noah mentioned, but she naively chose to believe that the politicians in the government would make the right choice.

Until now, Noah directly pointed out this bloody fact, and Gwen, who had been in a state of self-deception, had to face this cruel reality.

"But we didn't have to kill him..."

Noah interrupted mercilessly, "Even if Peter is imprisoned in a prison controlled by SHIELD, how can we ensure that he will not escape?"

Like the master in the next universe, he adheres to the principle of not killing and tirelessly captures all kinds of talents in Gotham City and throws them into Arkham Asylum.

Then after they escape and cause serious harm to Gotham City and his family and friends, he captures them again and throws them into Arkham to wait for them to escape again?

Noah is not that noble.

What he advocates is to solve the problem once and for all to prevent future troubles.

"No matter how strict our security is, we can't guarantee that he won't escape. He will eventually continue to cause a new round of disasters in new places..."

Noah shrugged his shoulders. "Only when he dies can he be truly responsible for this world."

He stood up. "Think about this, Gwen."

"You can't do anything about Peter's death, but there are still many things you can do, and the world still needs you."

Chapter 240 Dumbledore's Decision

Ministry of Magic, Office of the Minister.

"Minister, this is what you requested. It is the compensation plan for those Aurors who died. Please take a look at it."

Hearing Kingsley Shacklebolt addressing him, Dumbledore waved his hand slightly, "Kingsley, don't address me like that. I'm just acting as a temporary replacement."

Kingsley looked very respectful at the old man with white hair and beard in front of him. "But in the eyes of all of us, no one is more suitable to be the Minister of Magic than you."

"At this time when the situation is so dire, only you have the ability to lead the Ministry of Magic onto the right path."

Dumbledore, who had been looking down at the documents on the desk, finally raised his head, revealing his bloodshot eyes.

“Thank you for your recognition.”

Dumbledore's voice was very soft, so low that even in such a quiet office, Kingsley could hardly hear it.

“But I don’t think I’m qualified.”

After making such a huge mistake, is he really qualified to sit in the minister's position and lead the people of the wizarding world forward?

Thinking of this, Dumbledore's eyes became increasingly dim.

The old wizard's haggard appearance made Kingsley a little worried. "You should take a break. You have been working for nearly sixty hours straight."

But Dumbledore just waved his hand silently, indicating that Kingsley didn't need to worry about his physical condition. Then he lowered his head again and carefully reviewed the documents submitted by Kingsley.

"Professor Dumbledore..."

Before Kingsley could finish his words, Dumbledore interrupted him and said, "Thank you, Kingsley. You may leave now."

Although Dumbledore's voice was soft, his tone was firm.

Seeing that the old man had ordered him to leave, Kingsley had no choice but to leave the office.

"How is he?"

Kingsley had just stepped out of his office when Alastor Moody's rough

The voice of Guang sounded in the corridor outside the door.

Moody leaned against the wall to reduce the pressure of his body weight on his only leg. Although he was looking in the direction of Kingsley, the magic eye in his eye socket was aimed at the door of Dumbledore's office.

Facing Moody's question, Kingsley shrugged helplessly, "It's still the same. He refuses to rest at all."

He said in a half-joking tone, "Maybe next time I bring him coffee, I should add a few drops of the water of life and death, so that Professor Dumbledore will sleep peacefully."

"That's a good idea, why don't you do it now?"

Moody said gruffly, "We can't let him go on like this."

As he said this, he turned the doorknob on the office door.

Dumbledore, who was working at his desk, didn't even raise his head. "Alastor, what brings you here?"

Moody slammed the ground twice with the cane in his hand, making two dull sounds. "Albus, I don't know what you are doing, but you obviously need to go back and have a good sleep."

"Now?" Dumbledore finally stopped writing with his quill. "But I don't think..."

"I don't want you to think so," Moody interrupted rudely.

His only remaining intact eye stared coldly at Dumbledore in front of him, and he spoke slowly, word by word, "I told you, you need to rest!"

Looking at his former comrade in front of him, Dumbledore no longer had the same strong attitude that he had when facing Kingsley at the beginning.

"Moody, regarding the selection of the new minister..."

In response to Dumbledore's immoral behavior of trying to talk to him about work, Moody just acted like an emotionless parrot, repeating his previous words over and over again.

"You need rest."

Seeing Dumbledore's stubborn look, Moody didn't care that this was the Minister's office and directly drew out his wand, as if to say, "If you don't rest quietly, I'll cast a Stunning Spell to knock you out."

Dumbledore felt a little helpless about Moody, who looked like a tough guy. He knew that his former comrade was definitely capable of doing such a thing.

After a short silence, Dumbledore compromised and put down the quill in his hand.

"I'll go rest."

He stood up. "But, I have a press conference after that."

Ignoring what Dumbledore said about the press conference, Moody pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly and put the wand in his hand back into his pocket.

"I'm not your secretary. If you have something to announce, you should wait until you wake up before telling your subordinates."

After watching Dumbledore's slightly haggard figure disappear into the lounge next to the office, Moody left the Minister's office with satisfaction.

Although Moody said that he was not Dumbledore's secretary, before he left the Ministry of Magic, he told Kingsley that Dumbledore was going to hold a press conference.

……

The main hall of the Ministry of Magic is a very spacious and magnificent hall.

The floor was a dark wooden floor that was polished to a brilliant shine, and the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols that kept moving and changing, like a huge overhead bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides were paneled with shiny black dark wooden boards, with many gilded fireplaces embedded in the boards. These fireplaces were all the entrances and exits to the Floo Network. Every few seconds, a wizard would appear or disappear in the fireplace with a slight puff.

At this point in time, there should be more or less a few people queuing in front of these fireplaces waiting to use them.

But today, not only were there no people queuing, even the green flame burning in the fireplace had disappeared.

A large number of people gathered in front of a fountain in the middle of the lobby, looking around as if they were waiting for something.

With the appearance of a figure, the people who were waiting quietly suddenly made a noise, but soon calmed down again.

Amid the flashing lights, everyone was looking forward to the slowly approaching old man, hoping to get some important news from him.