The years of welding at Hogwarts

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"Slytherin!"

Draco, who had already sat down at the Slytherin table, led the applause.

The eldest son of the Malfoy family has a relatively high status among the pure-blood families. Under the leadership of Xiaolong, the students of Slytherin College also applauded.

When Noah sat down at the Slytherin table, he was still confused and had no idea what was going on.

What the hell!

Didn't the guides written by those senior time travelers say that as long as one firmly conveys one's ideas to the Sorting Hat during the Sorting, one can freely choose the house to which one belongs?

Why did it become an imperial decree when it came to him?

Moreover, he was obviously just an orphan from an ordinary background, so why was he assigned to Slytherin House, which advocates pure bloodline?

The Sorting Hat says it's a random sort, but it's not a random sort.

This is clearly a case of coming prepared.

Is it okay for Dumbledore, an old comrade over a hundred years old, to have no moral principles and to deceive a young man who has just entered school?

This is not good!

The sorting ceremony was not delayed because of Noah's confusion. After Noah took his seat, Professor McGonagall called out the name of the next student.

"Shirley Snape!"

Chapter 31 Snape, the Father of Two Sons

The huge auditorium fell silent at this moment.

Snape? The Snape sitting there?

All the students who knew Snape showed shocked expressions and cast glances towards the faculty seats with a complex range of emotions including curiosity, surprise, and exploration.

Even the professors who didn't usually interact with Snape all cast their glances in unison.

After a moment of silence, there was a noise even louder than before.

Professor McGonagall had to draw her wand and point it at her throat to cast a loud voice to drown out the other sounds in the hall.

"quiet!"

Looking at the girl who stood out from the crowd, many professors had a thoughtful expression.

Red hair, can't be...

Shirley walked to the stool with the Sorting Hat. Although her sorting result was already expected,

Snape's eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of anticipation.

As soon as the Sorting Hat touched Shirley's head, it frowned slightly.

"Rare, really rare. You meet all the requirements of any academy..."

"Eh?" Shirley raised her head slightly, but all she could see was the wide brim of the Sorting Hat. "Does this mean that I can freely choose the house I like?"

"of course."

As nice as Hufflepuff was, the common room was closest to the kitchens.

But Shirley thought about it and felt that it would be better to stay with her friends. Besides, it was not far from Ravenclaw Tower to Headmaster Dumbledore's office to get some candy.

Then...

"Ravenclaw!"

Snape, sitting in the teacher's seat: ???

When the Sorting Hat was taken out of the Headmaster's office and brought to the Great Hall, hadn't he already...

Only one person in Hogwarts could do that!

Snape turned his head sharply and looked at Dumbledore beside him, but the damn old bee didn't even look in his direction.

Dumbledore just looked at the students in front of him happily, as if he was intoxicated by the enthusiastic youthful atmosphere of the auditorium, and he was not aware of the resentful atmosphere next to him that was about to break through the ceiling of the auditorium.

Seeing that the death glare didn't work, Snape silently withdrew his gaze.

Never mind, Ravenclaw is fine too.

As long as it's not Gryffindor, any of the other three houses will do.

The Sorting Ceremony came to an end with the last student, Blaise Zabini, being sorted into Slytherin.

Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, stood up, looked at the young faces in the hall with a smile on his face, and opened his arms to them.

"Welcome! Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year!"

"Before the party begins, I only want to say one thing, and that is, idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Twist!"

He waved his hand casually, "Okay, now eat."

As Dumbledore finished his words, a variety of food appeared on the table.

Unlike the others who were eating heartily, Shirley and Noah frowned slightly when they saw the food.

Compared with the sumptuous meals prepared by Snape himself, the quality of the food here can be said to be more than one level lower.

But it's not unacceptable. The cooking level of the Hogwarts kitchen is already one of the best among many magic schools in the world.

Just as Noah picked up the knife and fork and was about to cut the spare ribs in front of him, a voice sounded beside him.

"Do you know who that girl is to Professor Snape? I just saw that you two seemed very familiar with each other?"

Noah looked up and saw a pretty oval face with a cold expression, but a pair of deep blue eyes revealed a unique charm. She was a beautiful blonde senior.

"Gemma Farley, Slytherin Prefect." She held out her hand to Noah.

"Noah Shafrin."

The senior student raised her chin towards the Ravenclaw table, and Noah followed her gaze to Shirley.

It has to be said that gossip is human nature. The Slytherin students sitting around also pricked up their ears, wanting to hear some explosive news from Noah.

Noah glanced at Snape, who was sitting in the staff seat, "That's Professor Snape's daughter."

There was a clinking sound of knives and forks falling all around.

"Professor Snape is already in his thirties. It's normal for him to have an eleven-year-old daughter, right?"

Noah continued cutting the ribs without stopping, and his tone was full of teasing and joking, "It's strange to be alone at this age, right?"

He slowly put the cut steak into his mouth.

"Professor Snape and Harry Potter's father, James Potter, were students in the same class. Now that Harry has already enrolled, is there any problem with Snape's daughter enrolling in the same year as him?"

That seems to be the case.

but……

The question is, does Snape look like someone who can get a wife?

Who would like that kind of creepy big bat spirit!

Gemma Farley wiped the nonexistent cold sweat from her forehead and asked, "Is this news... reliable?"

"I am living in Professor Snape's house now. I am considered half his adopted son. Isn't this source of information reliable enough?"

This time, it wasn't just the sound of the knife and fork falling, but the plate was also knocked over.

Adopt...adopt a son! ?

Snape, the father of two children?

Among all the Slytherin students around Noah, only Draco remained calm and composed. He was still leisurely cutting the steak on the plate, looking as if he could remain calm even when faced with a catastrophe.

He had heard from Shirley about Snape adopting a child half a month ago.

Perhaps because of his identity as Professor Snape's adopted son, or perhaps because of that face that showed great potential to be a top Aquaman, Noah enjoyed this meal very enthusiastically.

The Slytherin girls all extended their courtship to Noah, ah, the delicate hands of friendship.

Among the boys, many also expressed their friendship towards Noah.

As for those boys who are not used to the Aquaman's behavior, they are also forced to

Due to Professor Snape's tyranny, he didn't dare to show his displeasure to Noah under Professor Snape's nose.

In fact, they were just overthinking it.

If they really kill Noah, the old bat, who is always on guard against his juicy little cabbage being eaten by wild boars, would be very happy.

He might even silently give those students who helped out a few extra points in the final examination of Potions to thank them for solving a big problem for him.

The food on the table seemed inexhaustible. Every time it was emptied, it would be filled again in the next second.

Only when everyone's stomach was filled did the constantly refreshing food gradually slow down its appearance and finally disappear from the plates.

The plate was empty for less than two seconds, and then a variety of desserts appeared.

Apple pie, treacle pie, chocolate trifle, fried jam donuts, wine jam pudding, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding...

After the pleasant dessert time, Dumbledore stood up with a smile on his face.

"Now that everyone has had enough to eat and drink, I know you are all very tired after a day of traveling, but I have to take up a little of your time to talk about a few things to pay attention to in the new semester."

"First of all, first-year students, please note that the Forbidden Forest is strictly prohibited for all students, including those in the upper grades."

Hearing this, Noah raised his eyebrows.

What the hell is the forbidden forest?

Isn’t that the back garden of the Third Dark Lord and the food breeding farm of Hufflepuff House?

There lives a group of delicious Scottish land hairy soft-shell crabs. Although they look ferocious in appearance, the crab legs from them are delicious when grilled.

Even the king crab is not necessarily as delicious as the soft-shell crab in the Forbidden Forest.

"Also, Mr. Filch, the caretaker, asked me to remind everyone not to perform magic in the corridors during class breaks."

"The review of Quidditch players will take place in the second week of this semester. Students interested in joining the house team should contact Madam Hooch."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Tragic death?

There was a hint of disdain in Noah's eyes. The corridor on the right side of the fourth floor was the one that Dumbledore left for his dear savior classmate to play the game.

The more Dumbledore warned the students, the less seriously those reckless men in Gryffindor would take it, and instead they would see it as a challenge.

"Okay, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

There was a hint of anticipation in Dumbledore's voice.

But all the teachers and students present, except for the first-year students who didn't understand what was going on, all looked grim, because this meant that they were about to face three minutes of extreme darkness.

As Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, a long golden ribbon flew out from the front of his wand, twisting and winding like a snake above the high dining table, forming lines of text.

"Each of you choose a tune of your choice," Dumbledore called cheerfully. "Ready, sing!"

Noah, who had just experienced the Sorting Ceremony, thought that the Sorting Hat's song was the best in the world, but he didn't expect that there was something even more exaggerated than it.

There were hundreds of students in the auditorium, and almost everyone sang the school song in their own tune.

Hip-hop, folk music, electronic music...

Noah even heard a ghost singing death rock.

As we all know, ghosts are what wizards turn into after their death.

So ghost plus rock, rounded off to death rock, there is nothing wrong with this statement.

When the chaos slowly ended with the slow melody of "Funeral March" sung by the Weasley twin brothers, Dumbledore wiped his slightly moist eyes.

A heart-breaking song, where can I find a close friend in the world?

"Music! More magical than anything we do here!"

He announced loudly, "It's time to go to bed, everyone go to the dormitory."

All the students stood up and left, only Noah sat there without moving.

His gaze passed through the surging crowd and fell on Snape in the distance.

Chapter 32 My Father Gellert!