The years of welding at Hogwarts

Maybe, should, possibly, probably...

Right?

"Are you planning to..."

Even though Noah had explained his goal very simply and clearly, Professor McGonagall's tone was still somewhat hesitant, as if she was not confident in her hearing. "Those pure bloods?"

"If Muggles also have the possibility of becoming wizards, even if this possibility is very small, the number of people who can eventually master magical abilities is only one in a thousand or even one in ten thousand."

Noah paused and said, "Based on the population base of Muggles, the wizarding world will be faced with hundreds of thousands of new wizards."

"What kind of impact will the sudden surge in wizards have on the magical world?"

“And should these new wizards who were originally Muggles be subject to the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic or the Muggle government? These issues will become potential powder kegs.”

"The ruling classes of the two worlds will certainly not tolerate the existence of the other. No matter who they are, they will not and cannot allow the power in their hands to be divided by others."

At this point, Noah snorted coldly.

"With the short-sightedness of those stupid politicians, they can only see the small piece of land in front of them, and they don't think about how much more power they will have if we make the piece of cake in front of them bigger."

As Noah continued his narration, a thoughtful look gradually emerged on Professor McGonagall's face.

"Moreover, the massive influx of external wizards will also have a certain degree of impact on the existing resource allocation in the wizarding world in the initial stage."

"The existence of those ancient magic families will be a huge obstacle for us."

Noah's blunt words made Lucius' face darken again.

When you, Shafulin, are talking, should you please take a good look at the side? This so-called patriarch of the ancient magic family hasn't left yet.

Watch your wording, asshole!

Completely ignoring Lucius's dark face, Noah spoke to himself, "The resources of the magic world are limited."

Although the growth of a wizard does not require the same amount of natural resources and treasures as those of the immortal cultivators in the ancient Eastern countries, each actual level of breakthrough requires the consumption of a large amount of natural resources and treasures, such as refining elixirs to assist in one's own advancement.

However, during the learning process of a wizard, the consumption of resources such as potion materials is not a small number.

With the current population of the wizarding world, the materials consumed by wizards, which come from various magical creatures, will not cause any devastating damage to the ecology of the wizarding world.

But once a large number of wizards pour into the magical world at once, it’s hard to say what will happen.

Even if we put aside for the moment the irreconcilable contradictions between the ruling classes of the two societies, the allocation of resources is also a problem that must be faced.

A substantial increase in demand will inevitably lead to an increase in production, and resource providers in the market will increase resource development to meet the growing demand.

Where do the resources consumed by wizards come from?

Magical plants can be cultivated in greenhouses, but magical animals that are hunted in large numbers cannot recover so quickly.

As resources become increasingly scarce, the price of magical materials will gradually become higher, eventually rising to a level that an ordinary wizard simply cannot afford.

In the past, out of consideration for the protection of magical creatures, the mass slaughter of magical creatures was an act not permitted by law.

However, in such a situation where supply and demand are unequal, increasing the intensity of resource exploitation has become something that can be tolerated.

Those pure-blood families who hold a large amount of resources in their hands will naturally not miss such a rare opportunity.

Once they hold power, they will be more willing to slaughter those magical animals.

After all the magical animals that existed in nature were slaughtered, they were bred artificially, so that ordinary wizards in the magic world could only buy them from them because they monopolized the market if they wanted to obtain magical materials for study and research.

In this way, they were able to establish a more efficient way of exploiting ordinary wizards.

At that time, a situation like this may occur.

Noah Shafrin: Do you know how much an ounce of dragon liver costs on the market today?

He held up five fingers. "Five hundred thousand gold Galleons! Five hundred thousand! That amount of money wouldn't even fit in a carriage!"

So, how could Noah tolerate the fact that the changes he had worked so hard to promote ended up with all the results they achieved becoming a wedding dress for these pure-blood families?

Listening to Noah's narration, Professor McGonagall obviously realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Those with vested interests would be happy to see such a situation happen, but when every field of society is monopolized by oligarchs, social development will gradually stagnate."

Since Professor McGonagall did not understand the economics of Muggles,

Noah could only use the simplest language to popularize the economic phenomenon of monopoly to her.

Lucius couldn't help but nod his head.

If the magic world really undergoes such changes as Noah said, then as the head of a clan, he will definitely choose to rely on his huge size to overwhelm others and grab the largest share of the pie.

only……

Why did everything Noah said make sense, but he sounded so uncomfortable?

"Not only those pure-blood wizards, but also the rulers of the Muggle world are among our targets for eradication."

"And they..."

Noah pointed to the Quidditch field in the distance. "These innocent students who have not yet been polluted by society will become the backbone of this new magical world when they grow up."

"I need them to have more powerful power than they have now, and I also need them to be firmly united under a brand new social system that is appropriately adjusted according to the actual situation of the wizarding world."

Looking at Professor McGonagall, Noah's eyes were full of sincerity.

"Professor McGonagall, do you understand what I mean?"

Although I don't quite understand the ideas proposed by Noah, I can't imagine what the new world order that Noah talked about will look like.

But Professor McGonagall was determined, "So, what are you going to do with those people?"

Noah put his five fingers together like a knife and gently cut across his throat. His voice sounded cold and murderous enough to chill one's heart. "Killing is the simplest way to solve problems."

Before Professor McGonagall could speak, Noah said softly, "Of course, I will not easily attack my fellow wizards unless it is absolutely necessary."

"The blossoming of magic only occurs in a few rare souls."

"Every wizard's life is precious." At this moment, Noah's smile looked unusually gentle. "I will try my best to convince people with reason."

This answer made Professor McGonagall feel a little relieved.

However, she didn't know what the "convincing people with reason" method Noah mentioned was.

What is "reason"?

The bigger the fist, the more powerful it is!

Truth only exists within range!

……

Taking Lucius out of Professor McGonagall's office, Noah and Lucius walked side by side in silence in the corridor on the second floor of the castle, heading out of the castle.

In the end, it was Lucius who lost his patience first.

In the foyer on the first floor of the castle, Lucius took the initiative to break the awkward silence that lingered between the two of them.

"What you just said..."

Before Lucius could say everything he wanted to say, Noah, who had already guessed what the former Death Eater was thinking, raised his arm to stop Lucius from saying anything.

"Hydra never treats its friends badly."

Standing at the entrance of the foyer with his hands behind his back, the bright sunlight outside the castle slanted in through the open castle gate. The difference in light and darkness between the inside and outside of the foyer made Noah's figure look less real.

Shrouded in a halo of blurry light, Noah looked like a supreme ruler.

"Of course, the premise is, are you a friend of Hydra, Lucius?"

Noah's tone was very calm, but Lucius felt an inexplicable pressure from it. Although he had not done anything wrong to offend Hydra, a trace of sweat still seeped out from his forehead, condensed into a huge drop of sweat, and gradually slid down his cheek.

"Without a doubt."

After walking back a few steps, half of the boy's figure was covered in a blazing glow, while the other half was shrouded in dark shadows.

"Whether you want power, wealth, or status, Hydra can give it to you."

After reaching out and patting Lucius on the shoulder, Noah walked into the castle without looking back.

His voice faded away. "Don't let me down, Lucius."

It was not until Noah's figure completely disappeared on the large staircase leading to the second floor in the castle lobby that Lucius felt the heaviness that had been weighing on his heart like a mountain gradually disappearing.

Looking back at the empty staircase, Lucius let out a long sigh.

Ever since this young man obtained the blood of the Phoenix, for some reason, Lucius always felt a shudder lingering in his heart from the depths of his blood whenever he faced him.

It was as if he was facing some extremely ferocious beast. The instinctive warning of danger that was engraved deep in human genes kept reminding him how dangerous the person he was facing was.

……

The Hogwarts Castle Great Hall was particularly lively during the dinner.

Because of the big noise Noah made at the military parade after the military training in the morning, no professor had the mood to enjoy lunch quietly in the auditorium at noon.

The grade rankings, which were supposed to be announced after the military parade, were delayed from morning to noon, and then from noon to now.

When all the desserts on the plates disappeared and the tableware that was originally full of food residues was restored to its bright and new state, all the students

The students all sat quietly in their original seats without leaving, and all of them turned their eyes to Headmaster McGonagall who was sitting at the faculty table.

Under the eager gaze of the eagerly waiting students, the older cat girl stood up with a smile on her face.

"Before everyone goes back to the dormitory to rest, I want to announce something here, which is something that everyone is very concerned about, the final ranking of the seven grades in this military training activity."

Professor McGonagall took out a folded piece of parchment from her pocket and looked at the scores written on the paper, but she deliberately paused for ten seconds or so without saying anything.

After everyone's appetite was whetted, Professor McGonagall read out loud...

the last place.

This made all the students who were eager to know which grade would receive the first prize feel like there was a cat scratching them frantically in their hearts.

As the grades were called out in reverse order, everyone in the grade whose name was called looked dejected, while the remaining students had more and more obvious joy on their faces.

"Third place."

Finally, the top three grades arrived. At this time, the only three grades that had not been called by Professor McGonagall were the second grade, the fourth grade, and the eighth grade.

The eighth grade consists of students who have already graduated, but are invited back to Hogwarts for further higher education because of their outstanding performance in school before graduation.

Since the invitation was based on merit, the quality of the students was incomparable to that of the other seven grades. It was not surprising to the students of Hogwarts that these outstanding graduates were able to make it into the top three finalists.

As for the fact that the second graders also made it to the final round, this was not a surprising thing.

Although they are a little young, before you make any judgments about second-year students, don't forget that second-year students are the most talented grade in Hogwarts.

The Big Five of Kamar-Taj and the reckless F4 of Gryffindor College, they are all second-year students.

Although the latter had a mainly negative reputation in Hogwarts, and the former was banned because four of its members exceeded the standard of strength, this did not affect the excellent performance of the second-year students.

You know, among the eight grades in Hogwarts, excluding Noah's experience as an assistant teacher in the Transfiguration class for Professor McGonagall, only the second-year students have the opportunity to experience the devil Shafrin's class.

Look at what Noah is teaching these second graders.

Those standards are based on the requirements of the Supreme Sorcerer.

It would be really strange if they were unable to make it to the final round under such stringent requirements.

"Third place, fourth grade!"

After two or three seconds of silence, warm cheers suddenly broke out from the four long tables. They came from all the fourth-year students in the four colleges.

Although they only won the third place, it was already an overachievement for a fourth-grade student.

Next, is what everyone is most concerned about——

The battle for the championship and runner-up.

After the fourth-year students gradually stopped cheering, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and said, "Second place..."

At this moment, the eighth grade students had already made plans to return to the dormitory and open a bottle of champagne to celebrate, but the next sentence that Professor McGonagall said made them all stunned.

"Eighth grade!"

After the initial confusion, the eighth grade students, as the oldest students in the school, reacted and applauded generously. No one questioned the results announced by Professor McGonagall.

Driven by the applause, the incredulous second-year wizards finally came to their senses, and the auditorium immediately erupted in cheers that far exceeded the previous ones.

Every second-grade student had an excited smile on his face.

Looking at these little brats arguing about how to distribute the bonus, a smile appeared on Noah's face.

What a carefree bunch of little ones.