The years of welding at Hogwarts

Even if Hermione Granger had nothing to do at night and didn't read a book, she would die of boredom and jump off the Ravenclaw tower instead of taking a night walk!

Five people, including Neville, filed in.

This time, because Noah had different needs in mind, the decoration inside the House of Requirement was completely different from the last time he came.

There are no more mountains of garbage here, but instead a huge dueling arena, just like the ancient Roman Colosseum.

However, the dueling arena was not surrounded by stairs that led to higher levels, but rather a row of huge wooden bookshelves against the wall filled with all kinds of magic books.

There was not a single chair next to the bookshelf, but instead a large, soft satin cushion.

In addition to providing viewers with a place to rest

Besides, the arrangement here is more like to mitigate the impact caused by the duelists being knocked out and falling to the ground.

"Wow! Shirley, please read these books!"

Hermione excitedly stroked the spines of the thick sheepskin-bound books that lined the shelves along the wall.

"Common Spells and Countermeasures, Defeat the Dark Arts, and a Collection of Self-Defense Spells..."

"Wow!" She looked as if her eyes were shining.

"These are the magic books that Madam Pince didn't allow me to borrow because I was only in the first year!"

Without caring whether Shirley answered her or not, the studious little beaver took out the first book from the bookshelf - "Common Spells and Countermeasures" - and then sat down on the big cushion next to it, and began to immerse herself in the ocean of knowledge.

Shirley's mouth twitched, "Hermione, we will be divided into groups to practice dueling later..."

Although there are five of them, Noah's fighting ability is too high and he will definitely not fight with them directly.

That means the remaining four people will team up in pairs to duel. If Hermione doesn't participate, she won't be able to practice on her own.

"Well," the little beaver reluctantly took the book off his knees after hearing this, "how can a duel be as interesting as reading..."

Snapped!

Shirley covered her forehead and she knew it.

"Okay." Noah clapped his hands, signaling the others to focus their attention.

"Considering that everyone currently has very little knowledge of magic, and that what you need most right now is not to learn new magic, but to deepen your understanding of magic."

"So I don't plan to teach you any new magic. Today we will only practice the basic magic that you have mastered before - the fluorescent spell."

Draco was the first to raise an objection. "Didn't you ask me to learn how to defeat Ron? The Luminescent Charm doesn't have much attack power..."

Noah glanced at him and said, "Draco is disrespectful to the professor, Slytherin will deduct 100 points!"

"Neville, Shirley, Hermione, the three of you close your eyes."

As smart as Hermione and Shirley were, they understood Noah's idea almost instantly.

Although the not-so-smart Neville couldn't figure out Noah's thoughts, he still listened to him obediently and closed his eyes tightly.

"Look at me, Draco."

Before Draco could react, an extremely thick beam of light burst out from Noah's palm, like a sharp sword that tore apart all the shadows around it.

Even the torches on the wall providing lighting, the light emitted by the blazing flames was as small as a firefly in front of this beam of light.

The light emanating from the beam of light almost penetrated the eyelids of Shirley and the others, piercing their retinas that were blocked by layers of tissue.

"Ah! My eyes!"

Draco was caught off guard and fell backwards, covering his eyes. He lay on the ground howling.

Noah disconnected the transmission of magic power, and the light in his hand that seemed to be the creation of the world also disappeared.

Chapter 54: The Awakening of the Hufflepuff Swordmaster

"Stop howling. Just apply this potion and it will be fine in a few minutes."

Looking at Draco who kept struggling and made it impossible for Neville to put the eye drops into his eyes after a lot of effort, Noah kicked him in annoyance.

It wasn't like he had just cast the fluorescent spell directly at Draco's eyes.

Otherwise, would Draco still want his eyes?

It took a long time for Draco to recover. He opened his red eyes which were still filled with tears but were still barely open.

"Is this the magic you said would guarantee that I can defeat Ron?"

Noah did not answer immediately, nor did he make any movement. A wooden humanoid target puppet appeared in the center of the duel arena.

He raised his hand and cast a fluorescent spell on the puppet's face. Noah made a short sprint and closed the distance between him and the puppet in the blink of an eye.

The muscles in his legs suddenly tensed up, and Noah's legs kicked out with a whistling sound, and hit the puppet's legs hard.

This is the most powerful physical technique when facing boys - the crotch kick!

As the puppet flew high up, there were crisp sounds of structure breaking and wood cracking, causing Draco and Neville to involuntarily clamp their legs together.

"It's midnight," Noah didn't want to say even a single extra word, "The light is bad."

"First, blind them with strong light, then kick them each. Do you understand?"

Not only Draco, but also Neville beside him nodded his head like pounding garlic.

"If one kick doesn't work, then..."

Noah directly taught them a set of extremely gorgeous combos.

Even if the opponent who was kicked in the crotch would not lose his combat effectiveness instantly due to Draco's lack of strength, he would definitely arch his body due to the severe pain.

When the opponent bends down, you can follow up with a knee strike to the face, causing his body to fall back suddenly.

At this time, add a straight punch to the opponent's soft belly.

This extremely smooth combo is absolutely explosive among these first-year wizards who can only fight each other with painless sparks.

That's why Noah has absolute power against Draco alone against five people.

confidence.

"But," Hermione, the smartest among them, raised a very important point, "How can we make the Luminescent Charm achieve the same effect as yours?"

Noah didn't answer directly.

"If you think of the Luminescent Charm as an oil lamp, then what do you think are the main factors that affect the brightness of the lamp?"

Even Neville knew the answer to this question, "The size of the wick flame!"

"That's right. The hotter the oil lamp burns, the brighter the flame will be."

Noah snapped his fingers loudly. "If you think of magic as the oil in a lamp, then when we cast a fluorescent spell, the wand can be thought of as the burning wick."

"The more fiercely the wick burns, the more magic power we consume..."

Neville's eyes gradually lit up. "Then we just need to increase the output of magic power to release the same fluorescent spell as you?"

Draco curled his lips, "How can it be that simple..."

Not everyone has the same abnormal magic control as Noah, who can freely control the amount of magic output like a faucet.

Noah raised a finger. "You are wrong. The power of magic is closely related to the mood of the caster. To be more precise, it is closely related to the emotions."

"Think carefully, your first magical riot was caused by extremely excited emotions, right?"

The people in front of him all showed a look of reminiscence, and then nodded heavily.

"Then it's easy," Noah looked at Neville with interest, "You just have to imagine your enemy as your enemy."

The most direct and easiest emotion to arouse is anger.

As he spoke, Noah pulled out a photo that had been cropped along the edge of his face from the inside pocket of his clothes, raised his hand and pasted it on the puppet in front of him.

"Introducing, this is Bellatrix Lestrange."

The second half of his sentence that he didn't say was that he was the culprit who cruelly tortured Neville Longbottom's parents with the Cruciatus Curse, causing them to become insane in the end.

Even if it turned into ashes, Neville could recognize whose photo it was.

It is said that enemies become jealous of each other when they meet, even though it was just a photo.

But when Neville saw the face that he hated so much and wished he could tear into pieces, his eyes instantly turned red.

He jerked his wand in front of him, his knuckles turning white from gripping the wand so tightly.

Noah's voice sounded like the whisper of a demon in his ears.

"Very good, that's it, remember this anger of yours, this desire for revenge..."

A golden spark burst out from the tip of Neville's staff.

"Imagine that what you are holding in your hand is not a magic wand, but a sharp machete, or a sharp spear."

More and more golden sparks emerged in Neville's palms, and materialized magic lines extended in the air, vaguely converging towards a certain image.

"Don't be shy. Such a deep blood feud can only be appeased by blood."

"Imagine if Bellatrix wasn't there, you and your parents could live happily together as a normal family..."

Perhaps Noah's soft whisper stirred something deep in Neville's heart, or perhaps it touched a string in his heart.

Neville let out a chilling roar, like the battle cry of a blood-soaked warrior launching a decisive charge.

The golden light blooming in his palm completely condensed into the shape of a long sword. Taking heavy steps, Neville waved his wand at the puppet in front of him.

Like a red-hot iron penetrating butter, the lightsaber cut through the puppet's neck without hindrance.

The puppet's head fell to the ground. With a dull thud of wood hitting the ground, the stunned people nearby also came out of their shock.

"This, this is..." Draco couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Shirley also had a dazed expression.

Why!

She had been studying for over a month and still hadn't learned it, but this was Neville's first try, right?

The lightsaber in his hand broke into starlight and gradually disappeared into the air. Only then did Neville react and looked at his hands in disbelief.

"I did it?"

"Ha!" Noah patted the little fat boy's shoulder excitedly, "Well done, Neville!"

He is truly worthy of being the future Hufflepuff Swordmaster.

"Remember the feeling just now..."

Before Noah could finish his words, Neville, who was crying and snotting, hugged him and the words that were about to come out of his mouth were squeezed back.

"Thank you, Noah!"

Perhaps it was the first time he saw hope for revenge, the little fat boy burst into tears, "No one has ever told me that I have great potential! Thank you for always believing in me!"

Noah swallowed back what he was about to say.

He just had a kind smile on his face, stretched out his hand and gently patted the little fat boy's back, like a kind old father.

Chapter 55 Midnight Duel

Time passed silently and the sun was tilting little by little.

Until sunset, five rays were clearly visible.

The tired figure left the Room of Requirement and walked towards the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Although he was very tired, Draco couldn't hide the smile on his face.

After an afternoon of devilish training and being beaten countless times by Noah, he finally learned the combo that he hilariously named "Sun Fist".

Now Draco is looking at Ron like a bidder to sell Seoul.

If he faced Ron in the trophy room tonight, Draco was fully confident that he could defeat him in three rounds.

……

In a public place like the Great Hall where all the students of Hogwarts gather, the scene of "enemies meeting and becoming jealous of each other" is inevitable.

As soon as Noah and his companions stepped into the hall, they met Ron. Next to him stood the famous savior Harry Potter, and the explosive genius Seamus Finnigan who had just recovered from a serious injury and was discharged from the hospital.

I don't know who gave Ron the courage, so that he, who looked like a loser in life in the morning, now looked so arrogant.

"Have you figured out how to kneel down and beg for mercy tonight, horse shit?"

He stared at Draco in front of him, not daring to shift his gaze even a little, for fear that Noah, who was standing next to Draco, would take his contemptuous look as a provocation.