The years of welding at Hogwarts

When Draco's provocation broke through the tension in Ron's mind, he suddenly swung his fist at Draco in front of him.

His angry blow even caused a whistling sound of breaking wind.

However, when his fist was still ten centimeters away from Draco's arrogant face, it was blocked by a hand that stretched out from the side and could not move forward even a little bit.

"You want another month of detention with Professor McGonagall, don't you?"

Noah's calm voice sounded nearby.

However, Ron refused to listen to a word at this moment. He was like a mad dog, determined to catch up with Draco and tear a piece of flesh from him, and he attacked him relentlessly.

Noah blocked his series of punches with just one hand.

After being frightened at first, Draco reacted and took a step back to hide behind Noah.

"Useless, useless, useless, useless!"

As Draco shouted, he made all kinds of ugly but extremely insulting faces at Ron.

There is a saying that goes "Extreme joy leads to sorrow." People who show off too much usually don't have a good ending.

The result was that before Ron could say anything, Noah, who was helping him block Ron, couldn't bear it anymore.

He simply raised his hand and slapped Draco on the forehead where the word "cocky" was written.

"Would you like to show off again?"

Seeing the big man in front of him make way, revealing Ron's figure, and looking at the other's bloodshot red eyes, Draco instantly became scared.

His throat moved for a moment, and then he pretended to be tough again.

"Well, Weasley, I am always willing to fight you alone. If you have no objection, let's have a wizard duel!"

"Come here! Who is afraid of whom?"

When Ron heard about the wizards' duel, he instantly blew out two streams of white mist from his nostrils, like an angry bull.

"Tonight at midnight! In the trophy room! It's never locked!"

Ron, who had regained some of his sanity, pushed his head directly against Draco's forehead, and the two of them were almost facing each other face to face.

Ron stared at Draco, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

Expression, "Don't forget to bring your duel assistant when the time comes!"

Hermione, who was standing nearby and eating quietly, asked Shirley quietly, "What is a duel between wizards? Is it like a knight's duel in the Middle Ages?"

"It was before, but not now." Shirley answered concisely.

Draco sneered disdainfully, "With your popularity, you can still find an assistant?"

"Why not!" Ron was instantly anxious, and blurted out subconsciously, "Harry is my dueling assistant!"

Now it was Draco's turn to turn green.

Whether it was when they first met in Diagon Alley, or when Harry first met someone his own age when he entered the wizarding world...

It was me, I was the first one to come here, why is Harry drifting away from me...

Seeing Draco's dejected look like a loser in life, it was Ron's turn to be arrogant this time. "What about you? Who is your dueling assistant?"

"He doesn't need an assistant. Draco can beat your entire dormitory alone."

Draco:? ? ?

He turned his head in shock and looked at Noah who said this shamelessly, "No, no, no, I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense..."

Noah covered Draco's mouth and gave him a physical throat lock.

"Remember to bring more people with you, otherwise Draco might not be able to fight alone."

Ron left angrily, "This is simply too much!"

Noah didn't let go of Draco until Ron disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The first thing Draco said after getting rid of his restraints was: "Are you crazy? How can I beat so many people alone? Are you trying to embarrass me?"

Noah waved his hand casually, "Don't think your opponent is too powerful. With their mediocre magic skills, what can they do with a magic wand?"

"At most they'll give you a few little sparks that won't hurt you."

"But that's also..."

Before Draco could finish his words, he was interrupted by something Noah handed over.

"what is this?"

Noah shook the thing in his hand. "This thing, it's a long story. You can think of it as my amulet."

"amulet?"

"This goes back to the time when I was in the orphanage," Noah's eyes flashed with reminiscence, "There was a very strong boy in the orphanage who often bullied other children."

"The MP3 player I saved up so much money to buy was snatched away by him. Later, I saved up money again to buy an MP4 player, but it was also stolen."

Although he didn't know what MP3 and MP4 were, Draco still asked curiously, "Then what?"

"Then..."

Noah scratched the back of his head with an honest and simple expression.

"Then I bought this MP5."

He thrust the short and powerful submachine gun in his hand forward and said, "Use this thing to shoot him to death. From now on, he will never be bullied again."

Chapter 53: Should I eat fish fried with essence?

The sudden appearance of this dangerous device made Hermione, who was very knowledgeable, bulge her eyes.

Hermione, who was originally asking Shirley about what a wizard duel was, no longer cared to continue chatting with her bestie and directly snatched the MP5 submachine gun from Noah's hand.

"Will you eat fried pancakes? Will you eat fish fried with essence?"

Noah spread out his palms, and a magazine filled with yellow copper bullets appeared in his hands at some point.

He looked innocent, "I didn't load the magazine."

Is this a fucking question of whether or not the magazine is loaded! ?

Hermione, with an irritated look on her face, snatched the magazine from Noah's hand again. However, what she didn't expect was that Noah took out a new magazine from the magic circle.

No, more than one.

Noah directly opened the magic circle and poured out all the magazines inside, piling them up on the ground to form a small hill.

Judging from visual measurement, there are probably more than fifty of them, and we don’t know if that’s all of them.

This……

Hermione felt a surge of hot blood rushing to her head, and the protruding blue veins on her forehead kept throbbing.

Are they here to bomb the school?

"Put all that stuff away! Now! Immediately!"

After recovering from the initial shock of seeing what a humanoid self-propelled arsenal was, Hermione looked angry but a little panicked.

Her wavy brown hair made her look like a lioness.

"I don't know where you got these things from, but you are not allowed to take them out of school!"

She stuffed the MP5 submachine gun in her hand back into Noah's arms, her tone more serious than Professor McGonagall's.

"Or I will report you to Professor Dumbledore immediately!"

"Okay, okay, I'll put it away right away." Noah agreed casually.

He had no intention of actually letting Draco carry a submachine gun and duel with wizard Ron.

If Draco doesn't handle this thing properly, he will end up with a Dementor's kiss.

Draco had not taken the black fire stick in Noah's hand seriously.

matter, but seeing the extremely serious look on the small Mag's face, he also paid a little more attention to the gun in Noah's hand.

"what is this?"

"The wands that Muggles use," Noah said casually. "Its power is about, uh..."

After thinking about it for a while, he came up with a range that he thought was reasonable, "It's probably between the Stunning Spell and Avada Kedavra."

Draco's eyes immediately became as prominent as the little beaver who had just seen the munitions.

"Is this thing comparable to the Killing Curse, the first of the three unforgivable curses!?"

Noah looked at Draco's expression, as if he was looking at a bumpkin who had never seen the world, "This is not even the most powerful wand that Muggles have."

It's just a small broken submachine gun. When he was playing the skydiving simulator, even dogs wouldn't pick up submachine guns. Which macho man doesn't fight with a 7.62mm caliber macho gun?

Not to mention that above the macho gun, there is also an existence called Gatling Bodhisattva, which can spin 3,600 times in one breath and saves the world with great compassion.

Bazookas, anti-material sniper rifles, howitzer snipers, naval guns, railway guns...

These big guns, each with a larger caliber than the other, are all more powerful than a small water gun like the MP5?

Noah's tone was filled with disdain, "Muggles have many more powerful weapons than this."

Draco instantly put on a flattering expression, "Noah, can you ..."

He hadn't even finished his words when they were ruthlessly strangled in the cradle.

"No, not unless you want to go to Azkaban."

"Now that the duel has been decided..."

Noah held his chin with one hand, a thoughtful look appeared on his face, "Then after dinner I will teach you a very practical magic, so that you can definitely defeat the opponent."

Draco looked confused, "Can't I just not go?"

He looked like he had conquered the intellectual high ground, and said with great joy, "I won't duel at all. Instead, I will sneakily lead Filch over and let him catch Weasley and the others!"

"If this happens, Gryffindor will lose points again, and Weasley will be punished with detention again!"

Noah looked at Draco as if he was an idiot. "Are you planning to make the entire Malfoy family lose face in your hands?"

Although wizard duels have degenerated into an activity similar to boxing matches in modern and contemporary magic history, they lack a lot of rigor and formality.

But before the Renaissance, it was still a fairly sacred ritual and a primary means for pure-blood wizard families to resolve disputes.

Even today, this traditional wizard duel is still valued by ancient and conservative families.

Especially one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight like Malfoy and Weasley.

If the news that Draco fled before fighting in a wizard duel were to be confirmed, the Malfoy family would lose all their reputation.

Even the reputation of Slytherin House would be implicated.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow to those pure-blood wizards who value family honor more than their own lives.

Therefore, Noah really couldn't understand what kind of train of thought Draco had that would make him say such a stupid thing as skipping the duel.

"You have an afternoon to train. Be prepared. If you can't win tonight, don't tell anyone that you are a Slytherin student."

"Ah? How could this be possible!"

Noah ignored Draco's complaints. He looked at the two girls watching the show nearby and said, "Want to go together this afternoon? I know a good place to practice magic."

"Let's ask Neville to come along."

……

Afternoon, on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

"I want a training room where I can perform magic..."

After Noah walked back and forth three times in front of the tapestry of the troll beating Barnabas with his club, a wooden door suddenly appeared on the originally empty and smooth wall.

Looking at the spacious room behind the wooden door, Hermione and Shirley, who lived on the eighth floor of the castle but had never found such a secret room, both showed excitement on their faces.

"How did you find this place? How did you know there was a secret room like this here?!"

Noah simply uttered a word, and the curiosity that was rising in the little beaver's heart was extinguished.

"Night tour."

Well, when she didn't ask.

For a good student like her, it is absolutely impossible for her to go out at night, never in her entire life.