The years of welding at Hogwarts

"Vice-Principal's office?"

This confusing bronze doorplate forced Noah to walk back along the spiral staircase until he returned to the corridor on the eighth floor of the castle. Only when he saw the familiar ugly gargoyle stone beast did he confirm that he had not gone in the wrong direction.

"Why the Vice-Principal's office?"

Walking up the spiral staircase to the shining oak door, Noah looked at Professor McGonagall who was looking at him with a smile, and directly asked the doubts in his mind.

Professor McGonagall raised her hand and pressed on the oak door, and the office door in front of them opened silently.

"I'm more used to using my old office on the second floor. Now this office is empty anyway, so I might as well give it to you."

Before Noah could speak, Professor McGonagall continued, "After all, as a consultant at Hogwarts, how can you get by without a decent office?"

Noah scratched his head. "But it says on the door: Vice-Principal's Office?"

No, he is a demon city...

Well, how did he, an ordinary little Slytherin wizard, move from the Slytherin dungeon on the underground floor to the former headmaster's office on the eighth floor?

The leap from being a counselor at Hogwarts to becoming the vice-headmaster is a bit too big.

Would this give the other deans the feeling that Professor McGonagall had chosen them as her next successor?

Isn't this bad?

Professor McGonagall seemed to have guessed what Noah was thinking. The corners of her mouth curved slightly upwards. "To be precise, this should be Fox's office."

The corner of Noah's mouth twitched, "Fawkes? The deputy headmaster of Hogwarts?"

That fat turkey could become the vice-headmaster of Hogwarts, but old Scorsese has worked diligently for so many years but can't even get a position as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?

If Noah hadn't come up with the bold move of using magic offense and defense to replace dark magic defense last year, Snape didn't know how many years it would take for him to get what he wanted.

And Fawkes, the fat turkey, did nothing, and yet he became the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts?

Given Dumbledore's resignation, this was indeed a perfect decision.

Not only does the British Ministry of Magic need someone with enough weight to calm the current slightly turbulent situation, Hogwarts also needs the same person.

There was no one more suitable choice than Fawkes Dumbledore.

However, it is impossible to expect the fat turkey to learn from her good friend Spider and sit in the office every day to diligently accumulate merit.

So this office will eventually become my own office location.

Noah and Professor McGonagall walked up the stone stairs and entered the former principal's office.

The decor of the office was much the same as when Dumbledore left.

The spacious and beautiful circular room still displays Dumbledore's interesting little collections.

Various silver objects of strange shapes were placed on a long table with thin legs. Small streams of smoke continuously spewed out from a silver object shaped like an incense burner. It was a magic version of a humidifier.

All the former principals were still the same as before, quietly snoring in their respective picture frames, except that compared to the past, there was a new picture frame on the wall - it was empty, without even a background board.

Seeing Noah's eyes fall on the newly added picture frame, Professor McGonagall explained in a low voice, "That was supposed to be a portrait of Dumbledore, but he resigned before it was completed."

Looking at the portraits all over the wall, Noah felt a little overwhelmed.

"Can I remove all these portraits?"

He didn't want dozens of Hogwarts headmasters to stare at his every move from behind with wide eyes while he was at work every day.

With dozens of human-shaped cameras behind him, how can he carry out the unspoken rules in the office!!!

Remove! Must be removed!

Professor McGonagall nodded, "I will move them all to my office."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall pointed to the former headmaster's desk of Dumbledore, "I won't bother you here. There are already enough backlogs of affairs in the school that I need to deal with."

Following the direction of Professor McGonagall's finger, Noah also saw the situation on the desk.

Every time he came here to visit Dumbledore, there was always a document on his desk that had never changed.

Although the lazy old bee always pretended to be working hard, he was too lazy to even turn the pages of the document. It was the same document, the same content, and the same page number every time.

After seeing it so many times, Noah was too lazy to expose the old bee.

But now, the document on the desk that had never changed for thousands of years had disappeared, and in its place was a mountain of documents piled on the ground next to it, the height of the pile being as high as Noah's height.

When Noah saw this pile of stuff, his whole face turned green.

The unscrupulous older cat lady who exploited child labor walked over to the pile of documents and took out the high-priority documents that were specially marked with red labels.

"This document is about the changes to the Muggle Studies class in the new semester. It turns out that the professor of this course is Kerrydi Bubbag, and it is an elective course."

"After discussing with Filius, we decided to change this course from an elective to a required course, but the original professor obviously does not have the ability and qualifications to continue teaching this new course..."

Noah only took a quick glance at what was written on the parchment and was able to roughly understand what Professor McGonagall and the others were thinking.

The long-standing separation between the two worlds has caused wizards who grew up in the magical world to have great misunderstandings about the non-magical world adjacent to them.

Even Mr. Weasley, who was obsessed with Muggle culture, according to the description in the original book, after studying Muggle affairs for so long, he still knew nothing about how to use the Muggle phone. His performance when he took Harry to the Ministry of Magic on the subway also showed how backward the wizards' understanding of Muggles was.

If the wizards could remain hidden forever, there would be absolutely no problem for them to continue as they are now.

But the question is, can they?

They can't.

If the wizarding world continues to view Muggles with this kind of thinking and perspective, Noah can help them weather a temporary crisis, but he cannot allow them to survive in such a remote corner forever.

But this stubborn thinking of wizards has long been deeply rooted, and the best way to break this situation is to start from childhood.

Therefore, the Muggle Studies department at Hogwarts became Professor McGonagall's target.

Muggle Studies has always been a useless course in Hogwarts for getting credits, and the teaching level of the original professor, Professor Charity Burbage, was worrying.

Her knowledge of Muggle items was about the same as Mr. Weasley's. Noah had the honor of attending one of her classes when he was investigating the teaching quality of various courses at Hogwarts.

As a result, he saw the professor standing on the podium with a hair dryer in his hand, confidently telling the students that this was a fire spell casting prop invented by Muggles.

He watched the professor use the weather spell to send electricity into the hair dryer. The professor obviously didn't know what the working voltage and rated current of an electrical appliance were.

The powerful current, which far exceeded the normal operation requirements of the hair dryer, directly heated the heating wire inside to an incandescent state. As Professor Bubaji pressed the fan switch, a flame burst out from the hair dryer.

This was the origin of what she called the "Muggle Fire Charm".

Noah found it hard to imagine how the hair dryer had survived in her hands.

This may have something to do with the fact that the hair dryer is obviously in the style of the 1950s and 1960s, and is made of a huge, black and hard iron sheet.

"It's not a good idea to just fire Professor Keridi Bubagi..."

Professor McGonagall's tone showed some hesitation.

"That's easy. We can send her to a Muggle school in the name of exchange study, and then hire another professor to fill the teaching vacancies caused by her absence."

SHIELD has invested in so many schools and even has its own secret service academy. It is not a big problem to cram another student in there, and the food and accommodation expenses won't cost much.

"As for the selection of the new professor, I have a suggestion."

The image of a muscular man with a metal unicorn arm emerged in Noah's mind.

What was their original intention in innovating the Muggle Studies course?

It is to allow these students who are oblivious to the world outside and only focus on reading magic books to have a clearer understanding of the true combat power of the Muggle world, so that they will no longer be prejudiced against Muggles with disdain and contempt as before.

One of the most important things is to make these self-satisfied wizards realize the power of Muggle weapons, and let them know that the Iron Armor Charm they are proud of is useless in front of the Gatling heavy machine gun that rotates 3,600 times per breath. Even a large-scale protective barrier cast by hundreds of wizards cannot withstand a bombardment of billions of bullets.

For such a mission, who better to be chosen than the Winter Soldier, a top assassin and master of Muggle weapons?

Perhaps, Muggle Studies can be renamed from now on -

【Muggle Art and Appreciation】

What is art?

Bigger is more beautiful, more is better, caliber is justice, and range is truth!

Art is an explosion!

Chapter 276 Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

August 8, The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole.

The Weasley family has a large population, and the breakfast table is as lively as ever, and the cheerful atmosphere is even more cheerful than before.

This was not just because the twin brothers won two Order of Merlin for their Weasley family.

The presence of Bill and Charlie is also an important reason for promoting this cheerful atmosphere.

The awarding ceremony was held yesterday and today, which happens to be a complete weekend.

Bill and Charlie, who did not need to go to work for the time being, could stay at home until the next morning and then use the international Floo network to return to their respective workplaces, the dragon farm in Romania and Gringotts in Egypt.

"Come on, eat more."

Mrs. Weasley, with a friendly smile on her face, cut a large piece of deliciously fried tenderloin into two portions and placed each portion on the plates in front of their future twins.

Ever since the twin brothers received the letter from the Wizengamot, they have become the most favored ones in the family, or rather, the second most favored ones.

The first position belongs to Ginny, the little princess of the Weasley family. Not to mention a third-level medal, even a first-level medal cannot shake Ginny's solid position in the Weasley family.

Ron looked at the bare bread on his plate, which didn't even have jam on it and had the softest part in the center scraped away. He then looked at the heart-shaped breakfast on Harry's plate, which had an obvious outline that matched the bread on his plate, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Is he really his mother's biological son?

Why did he feel that Harry was more like his mother's biological son than he was?

He was just an orphan adopted by his mother from a trash can on the street when she took Bill, Charlie and others to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies.

As for why his hair is the same fiery red as the Weasleys, it can only be said to be a coincidence.

"Mom, I want some fried meat too!"

Hearing Ron's words, Mrs. Weasley replied unhappily, "Eat, eat, eat. All you do all day long is eat."

She said so, but she still cut a large piece of fried tenderloin from the large plate in the middle of the table.

The meat was then placed on Ron's and Harry's plates respectively.

The surface of the fried dark tenderloin is covered with a layer of golden fat, but the inner layer after cutting is just the right pink color, and the muscles with distinct textures constantly emit an enticing aroma.

Ron swallowed hard, feeling great admiration for the abilities of his two Wuliang brothers. Of course, there was also a little jealousy and envy mixed in.

The twin brothers took back not only two Order of Merlin from the investiture ceremony, but also a bonus from the Wizengamot.

The bonus for a third-level medal is 500 gold Galleons. The two medals for two people add up to 1,000 Galleons, which is equivalent to a thousand times the Weasley family's savings.

When Ron entered Hogwarts last year, they went to the Weasley family's vault in Gringotts to get money to buy teaching supplies such as textbooks and crucibles for Ron.

There was only a pitiful gold Galleon lying inside, and next to it there were a pile of silver Sickles and copper Knuts. The overall assets seemed very shabby compared to the capacity of the vault.

Now, the Weasley family is finally wealthy.

The twin brothers had originally planned to use the money as start-up capital for opening a store. Their dream had always been to open a store similar to Zokko's Joke Shop, specializing in selling all kinds of prank props.

But just as their dreams had a glimmer of possibility of coming true, they were ruthlessly crushed by Mrs. Weasley.

They had just received this start-up capital, and had barely even warmed it in their hands, when Mrs. Weasley confiscated it, saying that she would keep it for the two of them and return it to them when they came of age.

Out of a thousand Galleons, they ended up with only a pitiful five Galleons each as their pocket money for this semester.

This was a remarkable improvement for the poor Weasley family. Previously, their pocket money per semester was only a pitiful five silver Sickles.

If they had not made money by bravely entering the Forbidden Forest many times, searching for magical materials in the dangerous dark forest and then selling them to the shops in Diagon Alley, the little pocket money they received from Mrs. Weasley would not be enough to buy even the raw materials for their inventions.

Looking at her daughter, son-in-law and sons who were concentrating on eating, Mrs. Weasley's smile deepened.

Her eyes fell on Ginny who was nibbling at a bacon sandwich. Seeing that there wasn't much food on the plate in front of her, Molly frowned slightly.

"Ginny, why are you only eating so little?"

"Uh……"

Ginny, whose name was called, raised her head slightly, glanced at Harry who was sitting diagonally opposite her at an extremely fast speed, and then lowered her head again like lightning.

"If you eat too much, you'll get fat."

Looking at her daughter's blushing face, Mrs. Weasley glanced at Harry who was eating obediently with his head down, and she completely understood the thoughts of a young girl in Ginny's mind.

Mrs. Weasley has always liked Harry ever since she heard about him from Ron.

Others only saw Harry's legendary experience of surviving and defeating the You-Know-Who's Killing Curse, but only Mrs. Weasley saw Harry's unfortunate experience hidden behind his reputation as the savior.

His parents died when he was young, and his uncle's family treated him very badly...