The years of welding at Hogwarts

Everyone was waiting for Noah's reaction.

In the opinion of Gwen and Professor McGonagall, if they were in Noah's current situation, they would definitely agree to this kind of good thing without hesitation.

So, what's there to hesitate about?

There was no movement for a long while, and even Grindelwald couldn't help but urge Noah to give him some response, at least to let himself know that he didn't crash because of this sudden huge surprise.

But in the end he held back and didn't speak.

After nearly a minute of silence, Noah finally raised his head slowly.

He stared at Grindelwald, his grey-green eyes showing no emotion.

There was only calmness, "Become the leader of the Wuka Party?"

Grindelwald nodded. "Of course, as long as you are willing to call me 'great-grandfather', then everything I have will be yours."

"This is really..." Noah took a deep breath, "an offer that I can't refuse."

The next second, he said confidently, "But I refuse."

"So from now on, you are the head of the Grindelwald family..."

Grindelwald was halfway through his words when he realized that what Noah had just said was actually a rejection rather than an agreement, and the words that had already been spoken were instantly stuck in his throat.

This guy doesn't play by the rules at all.

Trying hard to suppress the urge to light the gas cylinder in the office, Grindelwald stared at the unworthy descendant in front of him with a grim expression, his old face somewhat distorted.

He was just about to blurt out "How dare you refuse this gift" and then swing the axe.

The two Dark Lords, one old and one young, stared at each other in the room, both of them remained silent.

Noah found Grindelwald's idea funny. He disappeared for decades inexplicably, and then suddenly appeared in front of him. It was obvious that he needed him to clean up the mess he left behind, but he acted so condescending.

It was as if he was saying, "I give you everything I have. This is your great honor. Now you can kneel down and accept my reward."

After a long time, Noah spoke first to break the awkward silence in the room.

"I don't understand what good it would do for me to take over such a big mess."

When Grindelwald heard the question from Noah, his eyes flashed and he curled his lips in amusement.

"I can satisfy you with everything you want, whether it is wealth, status, power, strength or something else, as long as you become my great-grandson."

Noah, who had been demoted for no apparent reason, had a slightly twitching face.

"You said you wanted me to take over the Witch Party, but in fact you just wanted to turn me into a puppet who inherits your will and can only act according to your ideas."

"Am I right, my dear great-grandfather?"

Before Grindelwald could open his mouth to defend himself, Noah spoke before him, "Even if that's not your intention, there are a series of other difficult problems that we have to face."

"Let's not talk about the fact that you have disappeared from the magic world for so many years. Has your actual control over the Magic Party been gradually weakened over time?"

"Even if your control over the UMNO Party is still as strong as it was during your heyday, can you guarantee that the entire UMNO Party will move forward 100% in accordance with your will?"

"Although every saint believes in you, each of them still has their own will."

Noah had no interest in taking over an organization that ostensibly obeyed his orders but in fact followed another person wholeheartedly.

Moreover, even if Grindelwald handed over the position of leader to himself, it was still a big question mark as to whether those people would obey his orders.

"If I'm not mistaken, many of the current Wu Cui Party's core members are still the first generation of saints who followed you back then, right?"

"The more steadfast and fanatical their belief in you is, the harder it is to change their mind."

There was a hint of teasing in Noah's eyes. "Let's not talk about how big the difference is between my philosophy and yours..."

"Even if you realize one day that it is impossible for wizards to rule over Muggles, and want to change the minds of your followers and make them follow you on a completely new path..."

At this point, Noah uttered a sneer that sounded very harsh to Grindelwald's ears, "Haha, do you think this is possible? Or, do you have the ability to do it?"

No matter how glorious Grindelwald's past was, it could not conceal the fact that he ultimately failed.

If Grindelwald could change the minds of that group of fanatical saints, he would not have to choose to escape himself and eventually watch the huge empire he built fall apart.

Glancing at the brat in front of him who was shaking his head with a smug look on his face, the First Generation Dark Demon King, who was being denigrated by his unworthy descendants, couldn't help but twitch his eyes.

He was right about him. This descendant of his was an extremely ambitious man, and all the "good qualities" required to become the Dark Lord were fully embodied in him.

only……

Why does such a perfect heir say such irritating things?

Even though what the other party said was true.

However, as the first generation Dark Demon Lord, he would not admit this. Instead, he snorted arrogantly, "As you wish."

After saying that, Grindelwald turned around and wanted to leave without hesitation.

But what he didn't expect was that Noah rushed in an arc and blocked his way out of the principal's office, and then leaned one hand on the door frame as if this road was blocked.

"Now that you're here, don't you plan to stay and chat with me?"

Noah

With a bright smile on his face, he said, "Although I don't plan to take over the Wu Cui Party, we can both take a step back."

"How about this? I won't take over the Witch Party, and you don't have to hand over everything you have to me."

"But you can definitely lend me a few of your capable men to help me temporarily. Not to mention calling you my great-grandfather, I can even worship you as my foster father."

The first generation Dark Demon Lord stared in amazement at the bastard in front of him who had completely abandoned his shamelessness and had no idea what dignity was. For the first time, he felt that this world had become so strange.

Have today's young people become so shameless?"

The old devil's face was shaking violently. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out these words from between his teeth, "Get lost..."

As Noah watched Grindelwald's gradually disappearing back, he still had a bright and sunny smile on his face, and kept waving enthusiastically to his great-grandfather.

"That is so happily settled, my dear great-grandfather! I look forward to hearing from you."

Turning his head to look at Professor McGonagall and Gwen, the smile on Noah's face became more cheerful and sunny, which was in stark contrast to the two people who were standing still in the room with a dazed look on their faces.

"What's wrong? Why do you all have such expressions?"

Noah leaned against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, "What's the big deal?"

"No, nothing..." Professor McGonagall waved her hands weakly.

She didn't know how to complain for a moment, and after calming down, she picked up the feather pen on the table again and pretended to be correcting homework.

She looked up at Noah and asked, "Do you still need help from the professor at school?"

After receiving a negative answer from Noah, the older cat girl hesitated to start writing. In fact, she was still in turmoil inside and ordered Gwen and Noah to leave.

After Gwen and Noah left, Professor McGonagall sat blankly behind her desk for a long time. Then she suddenly stood up and turned to look at the portraits of past headmasters hanging on the wall behind her.

Among the picture frames on the wall, only the last portrait was empty. The portrait of the former headmaster Albus Dumbledore was supposed to be napping quietly in the frame.

A moment later, a tabby cat patronus radiating holy silver light penetrated two floors in succession and came to the basement of Hogwarts Castle. It ran quickly along the corridor and went straight to Snape's Potions Office.

……

Deep beneath Hogwarts Castle.

Half a month later, Noah once again stood in this secret base built by the old otaku Slytherin for some unspeakable research.

Unlike the last time when he was unprepared, before activating the teleportation magic circle set up by Slytherin in the room again, Noah rummaged through a backpack he carried with him and quickly took out a few props that looked a bit like measuring instruments used on construction sites.

After inserting these new gadgets, which Gwen named "space stabilization anchors", into the key nodes of the teleportation array, Noah looked back at Gwen who was debugging the equipment next to him.

"Are you sure these things really work?"

Holding a notebook specially protected for the special environment of Hogwarts Castle, Gwen didn't even raise her head, but was busy with a bunch of complicated calculations that Noah couldn't even understand.

"I'm not too sure, but if my calculations are correct, these stabilizing anchors I made should be able to temporarily solidify the teleportation array into a space channel that can be stably and continuously open for a short period of time."

"By that time, your true body will be able to return through this space channel."

But Gwen didn't sound that optimistic, and Noah wasn't too naive to hold out too much hope for such a one-time success.

So he just replied lightly, "I hope so."

After a busy period, Noah finally got the signal from Gwen.

"It's time to start."

With permission, after Gwen withdrew from the range of the magic circle, Noah once again input his magic power into various key magic nodes, just like he did last time in the Chamber of Secrets, triggering this teleportation array set up by Slytherin himself.

As the magic power connected in the magic circuit, Noah's body was also wrapped in a ball of dark blue magic power.

"Wait, something seems to be wrong. The stabilizing anchor I made seems to be interfering with the teleportation array..."

The surging magic power stirred the air and formed a whistling wind in Noah's ears, making it difficult for him to hear what Gwen said, but he still relied on his keen hearing to capture some key words.

Something is wrong, something is disturbing...

Noah only had time to utter a beautiful British quintessence before the body was teleported away.

"Fuck Fuck."

In a dazzling light that was almost bright enough to penetrate his eyelids, Noah's body shattered into the most basic primitive particles and was instantly shattered in the violent magic storm.

When the vision that had turned red because the eyelids could not block all the light finally returned to a dark state.

After that, Gwen quietly opened her eyes a little.

Looking at the empty room in front of him, the little spider realized that he had caused a big mess and stuck out his tongue embarrassedly.

Well, that body was just a container for Noah to temporarily hold his consciousness. Even if it was destroyed, it would not have any impact on Noah.

and so……

Noah should be considered alive, right?

Squatting down, Gwen pulled out a huge crystal coffin from the space backpack that had been cast with the Traceless Stretching Spell. Through the transparent coffin lid, one could clearly see that there was a spare body of Noah lying inside.

After waiting for a long time but Noah didn't come back from his dream again, the little spider, who was worried that he would be scolded, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Well, it seems that the body is not dead.

Otherwise, this guy would have traveled back through his dreams, possessed this useful body, and scolded me.

But Gwen is a little undecided now. In this situation, should she take this useful body back and wait for news from Noah, or stay here and wait for a while to see if there are any new changes?

The ultra-high-speed camera they had just installed in the secret room had completely recorded the entire process of the teleportation array from its activation to its launch.

Without sufficient data, a space stabilization anchor made based on one's own guesses and inferences naturally has little chance of success.

When she comes back next time, Gwen is confident that she has at least 80% success rate.

……

And at this moment, on the other side.

When Noah opened his eyes, he found that his vision was strangely divided into two halves. One half was a dark underground altar, and the other half was a barren plain covered with sand.

He focused his mind on the body he was living in his dream, and the split vision in front of him gradually merged into one.

Only then did Noah have the mind to look at the desert in front of him.

It was dark in the other world at this time.

A huge satellite was hanging low in the sky, creating a visual effect as if the distance between the moon and the earth had been shortened by more than half.

But what is surprising is that this satellite accompanying the planet is not complete. From Noah's perspective, he can clearly see that the satellite is obviously missing a corner.

The Eagle Eye Technique added to his eyes brought the field of vision closer, allowing Noah to clearly capture the circle of tiny fragments surrounding the satellite.

That moon-like satellite had apparently been destroyed by some powerful being with supreme power, and a corner of it had been destroyed, resulting in its current state.

Turning his gaze away from the moon-like satellite hanging low in the sky, Noah looked into the distance of the wasteland, but he could see nothing else except the dust blown up by the air currents.

He originally planned to fly with the help of the levitation spell, but his body only trembled and floated up to a height of several dozen centimeters under the effect of magic and then stopped. Noah then realized that the magic power of this body was pitifully weak.

Wait, something's not right?

The visual field was divided into two again. Noah's body in the mysterious underground palace suddenly opened one of his eyes and raised his hand to leave a space mark on the ground next to him.

Feeling the extremely close distance, which could be said to be almost right under his feet at the space marker seven or eight kilometers deep, Noah's two bodies showed a speechless expression in sync.

The next moment, a portal with golden sparks flying quietly opened next to the clone.

After taking his consciousness back to his body, Noah raised his hand and cast a fierce fire spell, burning his clone into a pile of basic particles that could not be restored.

After confirming that no parasites belonging to the hive had followed him to the surface and that his clone could not be occupied by the hive, Noah closed the portal with confidence.