The years of welding at Hogwarts

As if he was tired of scolding, Percy Weasley sat back at the dining table with a dejected look on his face.

"You have turned a deaf ear to all the orders given by Professor McGonagall and me. How can a house like this compete with Slytherin for the house cup?"

There was a deep sense of frustration in his words.

"It's over. The competition for this semester's College Cup has ended ahead of schedule."

Chapter 52 Wow, isn’t this Weasley?

Percy was so angry that he left the hall angrily without even eating a bite of breakfast.

Even Professor McGonagall, who was furious last night because of the night outing of her own college students, had to rush after him to comfort him, fearing that he would be so upset that he would dive into the Black Lake.

After Percy and Professor McGonagall left, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became lively.

A burst of laughter broke out across the Slytherin table.

Although less than half of the people were up for breakfast at this time, the laughter that erupted at the Slytherin table was even louder than the noise made by all the teachers and students in the school gathered in the auditorium.

Draco couldn't help but want to sneer.

However, when he thought about howling like a husky, he realized that he was an elegant Slytherin and shouldn't be howling like a husky, so...

A burst of shrill laughter from the side immediately ruined his efforts.

“Hahahahahaha,” Noah slammed the table with an exaggerated expression, imitating Percy’s action of throwing his knife and fork, “I’m so pissed off, hahahaha!”

Seeing Noah, who looked so utterly disheveled, Draco could no longer maintain his noble and elegant Slytherin demeanor and started laughing as well.

Looking at the two Slytherin heroes laughing wildly in the distance, Hermione shook her head helplessly.

"Hey, boys..."

But the obviously upturned corners of her mouth also revealed her happy mood.

After all, it was Ron who caused the two of them to take such a big risk on a night out last night. First they were chased by Filch and his cat, and then they were scared half to death by the three-headed dog.

Although the latter incident, strictly speaking, could not be considered Ron's fault.

But now seeing Ron being humiliated, Hermione still felt a sense of satisfaction as if she had gotten her revenge.

Professor McGonagall returned to the Great Hall shortly after leaving, and this time she brought a piece of news that was good news for Draco.

"Mr. Weasley."

Professor McGonagall stood beside Ron, her eyes so angry that they seemed to be about to spit fire and burn the red-haired brat in front of her to ashes.

But as a professor, she resisted the urge to cast a spell to turn the boy in front of her into a skunk, and just said in a gloomy voice:

"Due to your infractions last night, you will be sentenced to one month of detention."

"Your punishment is to help the castle caretaker Filch clean all the corridors of the castle every day. You are not allowed to use magic while cleaning!"

"Ah!?" Ron wailed. "Why is it Filch!"

Professor McGonagall just glared at him, and Ron immediately stopped talking.

"The punishment begins now! You are not allowed to come back for lunch without Filch's permission!"

After saying this angrily, Professor McGonagall turned around and left without looking back.

Only after she walked away did Ron lie on the table and howl, "Ah! Why is it Filch!!!"

This caused the surrounding little snakes to look at them with gloating eyes.

……

Throughout the rest of the day, Ron's hard-working back could be seen everywhere in the castle.

But this had nothing to do with Noah and the others. After finishing breakfast, he was dragged by Hermione into a small dark room, ah, the study room in the library.

According to Hermione, with such good weather today, it is difficult

I'm in such a good mood, how can I kill time with things other than studying?

Moreover, it has been a week since the start of the school year, and Noah has not even once stepped into the library.

At your age and stage, how can you not study and go out for a night out?

Wouldn’t your conscience be bothered?

Hearing this impeccable reason, the corners of Noah's mouth twitched.

You are amazing! You are noble!

The Hogwarts Library, which houses Hogwarts's collection of books over the past thousand years, is located on the second floor of the castle. There are thousands of bookshelves alone, and the scale of the collection is of course daunting.

The endless bookshelves are arranged neatly like a military array in the huge interior space that looks like a square.

Under the watchful eye of a certain vulture, the huge library seemed unusually quiet.

Sunlight shone into the dark library through the huge glass windows, and the tiny dust particles floating in the air outlined the edges of the sunlight.

This place is like a solemn church.

However, the faith here is not some illusory god, but real knowledge.

Logically speaking, Noah is more like a raven that plunders knowledge than Ravenclaw, and should be more interested in the ocean of knowledge like the library.

But he seemed uninterested on his way to the library.

This is for a reason.

Everything changed fifty years ago when a young man named Tom Riddle, who was considered an excellent student by many professors at Hogwarts, found a book called "Advanced Dark Arts" in the Hogwarts library and learned a magic called "Horcruxes".

Originally, the Hogwarts library was quite open.

Just like the library in Kamar-Taj, although those books are the collection of Master Ancient One, there is no forbidden knowledge.

Even books that record the ritual of summoning Dormammu can be read at will. As long as you don't try to perform it, basically no one will care about you.

But since Tom Riddle changed his name to Voldemort, more and more books, after being evaluated by professors and confirmed as not suitable for ordinary students to borrow, are all placed in a specially designated area in the library called the "Restricted Books Area".

In recent years, the books in ordinary areas outside have indeed felt like a waste to Noah.

Without the signed notes from professors, ordinary students would not be able to overcome numerous obstacles and access the forbidden knowledge.

Although given Noah's relationship with Snape, all he had to do was ask Snape for a few approval notes.

But Noah wasn't going to do that.

Snooping into the restricted section too early would only alert Dumbledore.

Moreover, he hadn't even finished reading all the books in Snape's house.

Acquiring too much new knowledge is not necessarily a good thing. If you cannot understand, digest and absorb it, it may only cause intestinal obstruction.

Sitting in the study area of ​​the library, Noah fiddled with the quill in his hand out of boredom.

He was simply not used to the feather pens that wizards were accustomed to using. This thing didn't come with a refill or an ink sac like a fountain pen.

He had to dip the pen tip into the ink bottle every few words he wrote, which was extremely troublesome.

He had not expected to be dragged to the library today, so he did not bring the pen he brought from the Muggle world with him.

Faced with the long Potions paper, he really didn't want to write it with a quill.

"Hey, Draco, shall we play wizard chess?"

"Wizard chess?" Draco's eyes drifted to the vulture that was patrolling its territory not far away. "Here, are you sure?"

After thinking about it, Noah gave up this wonderful plan and said, "No."

Speaking of wizard chess, Noah couldn't help but complain about the extremely lack of entertainment in the magical world created by Rowling.

Since entering the magical world, Noah has observed that wizards have only a few ways to entertain themselves -

First, there was drinking in bars, and that's what the Leaky Cauldron and the Three Broomsticks existed for.

Second, wizard chess, which is the most common pastime among students.

Third, Quidditch, which is considered the most popular national sport in the European wizarding world.

Fourth, Gobstones, a less popular sport than Quidditch, can be seen as a supplement to Quidditch.

then……

Then there is no more.

Noah really couldn't figure out how these wizards with extremely poor spiritual world had managed to survive until now?

“If we can create a hit game like League of Legends or PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds…”

Noah muttered to himself as he lazily slumped over the table.

"But that would require a very solid foundation in alchemy and transfiguration as support."

I conceived in my mind all the elements needed to complete the game, such as the manipulation of game characters, special effects triggered by battles, fog of war or game map display, and the most important online experience...

Noah scratched his head angrily.

It can’t be done. It’s absolutely impossible.

This question is too difficult, he can't do it.

He still doesn't even know the most basic spellcasting in Kamar-Taj.

He didn't even know how to make a tool, that is, a hanging ring. Although he had the corresponding knowledge, he had never actually done it.

and so……

I'd better go get some books on alchemy and read them first.

Thinking of this, Noah suddenly became excited. He sat up in shock from his dying illness, jumped off the chair and walked towards the rows of huge bookshelves that looked like an ancient forest.

……

When Noah came out of the library, it was more than two hours later.

The first thing a few people who were preparing to go to the auditorium for lunch saw when they stepped out of the library was a figure working hard.

When he saw that familiar figure, Draco could no longer control his rage.

After secretly glancing around and confirming that there was no professor present.

Draco tugged at the hem of his clothes, tidied his appearance a little, then walked towards the other person with a haughty look on his face and his head held high.

"Hey, isn't this Weasley?"

Draco tilted his head back at a forty-five degree angle and looked at people through his nose, with a nasty smile on his face.

"I haven't seen you for a few hours. Are you so tired?"

After two hours of cleaning, Ron was now as tired as a dead dog. He squatted next to a suit of armor in a posture similar to that of a laborer, taking a breath furtively while avoiding Filch's sight.

He held the rag used to wipe the armor in his hand, just like the helmet in the hands of the migrant workers, and kept fanning it.

If there is a disposable lunch box made of foam on the ground next to it, it will be a fatal blow.

Hearing this familiar and annoying voice, Ron didn't even raise his head, mainly because he was too embarrassed at the moment and he really didn't have the face to do so.

"roll!"

Draco was not angry, on the contrary, he felt a sense of triumph.

If it wasn't too ungraceful, he would have even wanted to jump in front of Ron like a toad, and say with a sly smile that overflowed from the castle -

"I've always wanted to see this expression of yours, this embarrassed expression."

But he held back.

He just asked with a smile, "Do you need any help, dear Weasley?"

Without waiting for Ron to answer, Draco stabbed his weak heart again.

"As a noble Slytherin, we never hesitate to lend a helping hand to those in distress."

"If you have something that makes you unhappy, you might as well tell us and make us happy."

"Get lost!" Ron's defense was broken, and he roared in frustration, "I told you to get lost! Didn't you hear me?"

Draco stood with his hands behind his back, looking like a leader inspecting the work. "What's your attitude? Is this how you treat the students who come to help you?"

Ron's knuckles cracked.

"You're so ungrateful." Draco tilted his head higher and looked at Ron directly through his nose.

Looking at Draco's two big nostrils facing him, Ron felt a stream of boiling blood rushing to his head.