The years of welding at Hogwarts

So he chose to follow the Slytherin team, followed the crowd out of the hall, and turned into an underground corridor from a door behind the marble stairs in the entrance hall.

After twisting and turning in the castle's maze-like underground corridors, everyone finally stopped in front of a thick, wet stone wall.

The beautiful prefect Gemma Farley turned around and looked at the group of confused freshmen.

"Welcome to Slytherin House. You should have remembered the way here, right? This is the entrance to our common room."

She knocked on the thick stone wall.

"As long as you say the correct password, you can open this door. The password will be changed every two weeks. The password for these two weeks is--"

After a few seconds of silence, Farley opened his red lips and said, "Honor."

The next second, the stone wall opened with a rumble, revealing the lounge behind the wall.

It was a long, low basement with walls and ceiling made of rough stone, but it was not the same as the

The kind of dampness that Ya imagined would cause rheumatic bone disease.

A fire crackled in an ornately carved fireplace, and the heat from the flames dispelled the chill from the basement.

The lounge hidden in the basement of the castle goes deep into the bottom of the Black Lake. Through the huge glass windows, you can see schools of fish and giant squids swimming at the bottom of the lake.

The sparkling water light reflected on the wall gives people a sense of mystery as if they were the lost kingdom of Atlantis sunk in the ocean.

Noah was very satisfied with the process here, but if one had to point out any shortcomings, there were some.

The chandelier on the ceiling emits a green light, giving the entire basement a green hue, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

After the initial novelty, the freshmen couldn't wait to find their own dormitories.

Due to the small number of students, although Slytherin College dormitories are all four-person rooms, when actually moving in, you don't have to follow the school's initial arrangements and live in a specific room.

Because there are too many empty rooms.

Freshmen can freely combine the number of people and choose rooms according to their preferences.

First years can even room with seventh graders as long as those upperclassmen are willing to accept you.

Noah, who liked to be alone, naturally chose the empty room at the end of the corridor.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he stepped in, Draco shamelessly squeezed in, followed by two short and fat guys with particularly ugly looks.

The two stood behind Draco, one on the left and one on the right, like a pair of Draco's bodyguards.

"go out."

The smile on Draco's face froze suddenly. He didn't know why Noah, who seemed so gentle, now looked so aloof.

"Um, Noah..."

"I'm not talking about you," Noah stared coldly at the two stupid-looking bodyguards behind Draco, "Get out! Don't make me say it for the third time."

Draco's excitement about starting campus life seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water.

He scratched his golden hair in distress, wondering why things had turned out like this.

The two fat guys behind him were not happy.

Even though they always follow Draco around like lackeys, the Goyle and Crabbe families are considered old-established pure-blood families in the wizarding world.

It has just declined in recent centuries, but it still has some heritage.

Who isn’t a little master at home?

Want to drive them away?

So what if you are Snape's adopted son! ?

Can an adopted son do whatever he wants?

The two fat guys clenched their fists, and their knuckles creaked from the excessive force.

Before Draco could react, the two of them took a big step back, ran out of the room, and closed the door behind them.

Get out!

Sorry, but adopted children really can do whatever they want.

"Do you want to live here?" Noah asked without turning his head as he packed the luggage he brought from the previous room.

Draco nodded vigorously, then remembered what had just happened and couldn't help but ask weakly in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

"You can stay here if you want. By the way, if you snore at night, please move out on your own initiative. Don't force me to throw you out."

Draco was quite surprised to get an affirmative answer, "I never snore!"

The two quickly packed their luggage, washed up, and changed into their pajamas.

Sitting on the four-poster bed with green and silver striped curtains, Noah listened to the sound of the lake water lapping against the window, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Similarly, Draco in the next bed was not sleepy at all. After hesitating for a long time, he finally made up his mind to speak.

"Um...Noah?"

"Ok?"

"Why do you hate Goyle and Crabbe so much?"

Noah tilted his head. "Is it even necessary to think about this? If you stay with idiots all day, your IQ will be lowered by them invisibly."

Draco looked confused. "You mean..."

He was a little confused by this unexpected answer, but he quickly reacted. He remembered the scene on the Hogwarts Express today and immediately asked another question.

"Noah, what do you think of the pure-blood theory?"

"Pure blood theory..."

It's 1991 now, and these poor guys in the wizarding world are still playing around with the Celestial Dragons' theories. No way!

Noah's tone was filled with disdain, disgust and even disgust. "It's just a bunch of pathetic guys coming up with a theory to deceive themselves."

Draco's face froze.

Noah, who was quick-witted, could have guessed what Draco, whose thoughts were completely written on his face and whose brain was not much smarter than a troll's, was thinking.

"You're talking about Hermione Granger?"

Today during the day on the Hogwarts Express, even though they seemed to be chatting happily, Draco actually looked down on the little beaver who came from a Muggle family.

It was only because of Shirley's favor that he didn't reveal the pure-blood family's genetic disease in front of Hermione.

Now let's talk about bloodline again

Regarding this matter, how could Noah not guess that he was talking about Hermione's background.

"嘁~"

Noah sneered, ignoring Draco's increasingly pale face.

“True nobility lies not in a person’s bloodline, but in his talent and character.”

"Ron Weasley is also a member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight," Noah shrugged, "but between him and Hermione Granger, who do you think is better?"

"That's for sure..."

Draco paused as the words reached his lips.

"Isn't this right?"

Noah lay down on his bed and looked sideways at the bed next to him.

"Stop looking at others through tinted glasses based on that ridiculous theory."

"If you want to truly understand a person, you should fully understand all aspects of the other person, such as character, morality, talent, and gifts..."

"Let me bet twenty Galleons that Granger will get first place in the final exam this year. How do you think?"

Draco said without hesitation, "I bet! I bet my ranking will definitely be higher than hers!"

Noah smiled at Draco's confident words.

What an innocent child.

"Go to bed," Noah covered himself with the quilt, "It's late, see you tomorrow."

Draco wanted to say something, but seeing that Noah had already laid down, he didn't say anything more and also lay down and pulled up the quilt.

Noah lay on the bed with his eyes open, looking at the ceiling that was looming in the darkness. He didn't get up until the breathing sounds from the bed next to him gradually became even.

After changing clothes, a figure disappeared silently into the darkness.

……

A few minutes later, Noah appeared in a gloomy corridor not far from the Slytherin common room.

He knocked on a door in the corridor, and in a moment, a gloomy and familiar face appeared behind the opened door.

"Give me a reason not to hang you upside down by a fuchsia bell."

Noah completely ignored Snape's threat. He raised his head and looked at Snape fearlessly. "Tell me, how much do you know about my life experience?"

"I do not know anything."

After saying this, Snape slammed the door shut.

Noah stretched out his hand to block the door, preventing it from closing. "When I was sorting, I heard the Sorting Hat mention that I should go to Nurmengard."

Snape's attempt to close the door suddenly paused.

The next moment, he dragged Noah into the office, and the door slammed shut behind them.

The corridor returned to its former tranquility.

Sitting in the dim office, Noah looked at the decoration of the room with interest.

It was a dimly lit room with hundreds of glass bottles placed on shelves along the wall. Various slimy animal and plant specimens were floating in colorful potions, looking quite disgusting.

The fireplace was empty and dark, and it did not play any role in this cold basement.

Typical Batcave.

"Did the Sorting Hat really say that?" Snape's expression was extremely serious, and his narrowed, cold black eyes flashed with an ominous light.

"So, who is Gellert Grindelwald to me?"

"I don't know," Snape replied impatiently, "Only Dumbledore knows your background. You should ask him."

"Come on," Noah waved his hand, "He couldn't have told me. You must have heard something from Dumbledore. Tell me everything you know."

After looking at Noah deeply, Snape turned and walked to the bookshelf, took down a black-covered book and threw it to Noah.

Written in gold-plated letters on the cover were the words: Pure-Blood List.

"You don't mean to say that I am a descendant of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Clans?"

Noah had an expression of complete disbelief on his face, but his hands still honestly opened the book.

"Although I don't know where you learned about Gellert Grindelwald, Dumbledore once told me that Grindelwald is very likely your..."

Having said this, Snape stopped talking.

This sudden suspense almost made Noah choke.

What is Grindelwald to me? Tell me.

Could he be my biological father?

and many more……

Noah suddenly remembered something that was terrifying when he thought about it carefully.

Collecting cells to cultivate embryos, and then growing them until they grow into adults, this is impossible in the current Muggle world, but it is not particularly difficult for the wizarding world.

Although Snape never mentioned it, how did Shirley, his goddaughter, appear out of nowhere?

But her mere presence speaks volumes.

Noah didn't believe that Shirley wasn't the result of the cruel Snape collecting cells from Lily and cloning her on the night the Potters died more than ten years ago.

Since Snape can clone a little Lily.

Then, Grindelwald, who had gone further than Snape in the field of magic, secretly collected some of Dumbledore's cells and added some of his own genes to clone a Dumbledore.

And Dumbledore's descendants come...

This doesn't seem to be impossible to do.