The years of welding at Hogwarts

Of course, there may be some misunderstandings.

At Florin's Ice Cream Shop, old Malfoy saw that his son was having a good chat with the Greengrass daughter.

He thought his child had fallen in love with the girl in Diagon Alley.

Although he prefers to marry into the Parkinson family, he also has to respect his son's choice, right?

So, when Draco asked him for advice, old Malfoy naturally taught him all the methods he had used to pursue Draco's mother Narcissa without reservation.

Uh, Draco's skill points were misplaced.

This is why Noah feels that the current Draco is so strange. If not completely inconsistent with the "cool guy" he knows from the description in the original book, then at least there is a huge difference.

Draco felt a little creepy when being looked at by Noah. He rubbed the goose bumps on his arms inconspicuously and asked, "Is there dirt on my face?"

"No," Noah shook his head, "I just didn't expect that you have the talent to be a green tea boy."

Green Tea Man???

The other three people in the cubicle all had confused expressions - what the hell was that?

As for why there were three of them, it was because Neville's mind was not on the conversation between them at all. Instead, he was holding the toad Leff that he had lost and found again, and chuckling from time to time.

Noah stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Neville, "Are you interested in that girl with twin tails?"

Neville, who had already chosen a name for the child, suddenly woke up, "No, no!"

He denied it, but the faint blush on his face revealed his true thoughts.

"Hey, are you blushing?" Noah said mischievously, reaching out his hand to poke the fat boy's ribs, "Come, let me see!"

Shirley also had a sly smile on her face, "Her name is Hannah Abbott, the niece of Tom Abbott, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley."

"Most of the Abbott family members are Hufflepuff students. If you want to have more opportunities to interact with them, then..."

"Speaking of the branch..."

Noah, who was sitting at the innermost seat, leaned against the window, his chin resting on one hand. "Do you still want to go to Gryffindor, Hermione?"

He pointed towards the corridor and said, "Ron Weasley, the red-haired boy just now. His whole family is from Gryffindor."

Speaking of the Weasley family, Draco put aside his pitiful and green-tea-boy look and commented bluntly:

"He looks like a typical Gryffindor ruffian."

As soon as he said this, he felt something was wrong. Draco thought about it and added with a strong desire to survive, "Of course, Gryffindor has also produced many great wizards."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall... and Harry's parents, they are all great people."

"By the way, Draco..."

Hermione hesitated whether to ask the question, but finally she made up her mind, "Is your father really a Death Eater?"

Chapter 28: The Rice Carrier

The sky outside the car window had changed from azure blue to orange-red at some point, and the fiery red sunset was already half hidden below the horizon.

As the mountains and forests receded, the sunset sank little by little.

Until the last bit of sunlight disappeared in the sky, the train slowly slowed down, and a village with flickering yellow lights in the distance became faintly visible in everyone's sight.

That is the final stop of this train - Hogsmeade village.

"The train will arrive at Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train and we will take you to school."

A voice echoed in the train.

The train stopped at the small and shabby platform of Hogsmeade village, and the students pushed and shoved, rushing towards the door.

Noah and his companions also changed into robes and followed the crowd off the train.

The cold night air in the Scottish Highlands made the two girls shiver involuntarily.

"Hiss, it's so cold," the cold made Hermione tighten her robe around her body.

Glancing around, Hermione took in the platform standing in the wilderness.

Overgrown with weeds, desolate and dilapidated.

In the faint moonlight, the mottled shadows of the distant forest seemed to hide countless terrifying ghosts, and the occasional cries of night owls intensified the sense of terror.

The little witch was so scared that she quickly reached out and tightly grabbed Shirley's clothes beside her, as if this could bring her some insignificant sense of security.

Even Shirley couldn't help but move closer to Noah.

However, a black hand suddenly appeared and ruthlessly separated her and Noah. The dim street lights illuminated the figure that appeared silently.

Noah nodded at the other person, "Professor Snape."

"Eh?" Shirley looked back at her father with a silly look on her face.

The old bat didn't even look at Noah beside him. He took off the thick coat on his arm and put it on Shirley.

"It's so cold outside, why don't you put on an extra sweater before getting off the bus?"

"Yeah." The girl didn't say anything, but responded softly, then held Snape's warm and large hand.

That familiar feeling made her feel at ease.

A gruff voice came from not far ahead, "First-year students! First-year students, come over here!"

He was a burly giant over three meters tall with messy hair, holding a dim yellow lamp with a handle that had been patinated with wax.

"Hey, Professor Snape! Why are you here?"

The bearded giant smiled and waved in the direction of Noah and his companions.

With Snape's height, he undoubtedly stood out among a group of eleven-year-old children, and others would notice him at a glance.

"Hagrid."

Snape just nodded coldly to the other person as a greeting.

The giant named Hagrid didn't care for his attitude at all.

He knew that Snape was the kind of person who didn't want to be approached by strangers, and he didn't feel offended.

Above the crowd of people, Hagrid's loud voice rang out again, "Oh, Harry! How was your first day at school?"

Hearing the familiar name, Snape immediately turned his head, and his pair of black eyes were fixed on the face of the little kid next to the giant.

Even though the lighting conditions on the platform were so poor, Snape's eagle-like sharp eyes still captured the emerald green in Harry's eyes from a distance of more than ten meters.

Lily's eyes...

However, after just a second, he looked away.

What Harry has, Shirley has too.

What Harry doesn't have, Shirley has.

But it just inherited the pupil color.

He half squatted down and rubbed her intimately.

Shirley's head in front of him, "You will follow Hagrid to take a boat to Hogwarts later. This is the tradition for freshmen."

"Okay, Dad, stop spoiling the story."

Shirley angrily removed Snape's hand from her head.

"Since we are freshmen, we should explore everything in Hogwarts on our own. What's the point of you secretly leaking the script all the time?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Shirley's tone, the kind smile on Snape's face, like that of an old father, froze and turned into the helpless look of someone who had made his daughter angry.

The Draco people next to him were almost dumbfounded.

When had he ever seen Snape like this?

Whenever he met Snape in the past, the grim old bat always had a stern face, even when he met his father Lucius.

It was as if the Malfoy family owed the other party millions of gold Galleons.

Snape's tone was always cold, without any emotion, and his intonation never had any major ups and downs.

It's not like now, where he has a fatherly smile and apologizes to Shirley like a dog.

Noah looked as if he was used to it.

When he first saw Snape's possessed look, he was as shocked as Draco.

Of course, now that he has been through many battles and seen a lot, he is used to it.

Hermione looked at Snape curiously as he left. Was that Shirley's father?

Snape's back gradually disappeared in the crowded platform, and the freshmen gathered together in a mess under Hagrid's command.

"Is everyone here?"

Hagrid walked around with the oil lamp in his hand, and after confirming that the dozens of freshmen in front of him were all present, he shook the lantern in his hand.

"First years, follow me! Watch your step!"

He led the way down a steep, narrow path.

The first years slipped and stumbled along with Hagrid.

The road was pitch black, and the oil lamp in Hagrid's hand could only illuminate a small area around him.

The mountain road was long and rugged. The little wizards pushed and shoved each other as they walked. It was inevitable that they would be tripped by protruding stones under their feet or branches extending from the roadside.

Noah listened to the occasional exclamations coming from the front and shook his head helplessly.

"Are these people still wizards?"

Shirley pulled out her wand and casually replied, "Who knows?"

"Fluorescent flash." A bright white light radiated from the front end of the girl's magic wand, dispelling the darkness within a few meters around her.

However, sometimes being too prominent is not a good thing.

In such a dark environment, people would instinctively move towards the direction of light, which also caused Shirley, who lit up the fluorescent spell, to instantly become the focus of the crowd.

"Don't crowd! Don't crowd!"

Seeing that his dissuasion had no effect, Noah sighed, held Shirley in his arms, and then suddenly stretched out his arms to the surroundings.

Shinra Tianzheng!

A gentle magical power radiated from him, isolating the little wizards who swarmed towards him within a one-meter range.

Get out of the way!

He's going to start showing off!

Noah turned his palm over, and a bright but not dazzling soft white light lit up in the palm of his hand.

A ball of light the size of an egg appeared out of thin air in his palm, hovering in the air two centimeters away from his palm.

As Noah increased his magic output, the ball of light on his palm became brighter.

Noah didn't loosen his clenched hands until the light was bright enough to illuminate the area within 20 to 30 meters.

Just like releasing a balloon, it flew above everyone's head.

The students who were pushing and shoving each other became quiet, raised their heads, and stared blankly at the "moonlight" projected from the sky.

Hagrid, who was walking at the front of the crowd, was a little puzzled as to why the noisy sound behind him had disappeared, and turned his head in confusion.

An unimaginable scene entered his eyes——

A bright full moon hung low above everyone's head, and the light it cast illuminated the confused little wizards.

The boy with an indifferent expression was surrounded in the center of the crowd, and his outstretched arms seemed to give others a sense of incomparable distance.

The light projected from the air fell lightly on his face, with shadows and light interweaving, outlining his perfect facial contours in varying degrees of depth.

The boy's long black eyelashes flickered gently, and his pair of gray-green pupils emitted a mysterious light in the dark night.

Although he was wearing the same Hogwarts uniform as everyone else, the noble aura emanating from his bones could not be concealed.

It doesn't feel like a human, but rather like...

gods.

Chapter 29: The Fleeting Murderous Intention

Hagrid rubbed his eyes vigorously.