The years of welding at Hogwarts

The Department of Magical Games and Sports records a total of seven hundred Quidditch fouls, all of which were recorded at the Quidditch World Cup final in 1473.

These more than 700 types of fouls cover everything that closed-minded wizards can think of.

90% of them are so outrageous that they have not been seen since the game in 1473.

The remaining 10% is actually almost impossible to appear since the rules of Quidditch were perfected.

But in Noah's opinion, there are still many compliance loopholes in Quidditch that can be exploited, the first of which is the protection of the rules for seekers.

It’s just that the wizards’ rigid thinking makes it impossible to think of a way to break through.

If he were asked to coach the college team, even if it was a weak team like Hufflepuff, he would have the confidence to pull it to the top of the campus.

Of course, the prerequisite is that Madam Hooch, the referee, does not add rules to plug loopholes.

Gemma pouted in dissatisfaction, her puffy cheeks like a squirrel with its mouth full of food, "Just think about it again, junior..."

The usually aloof and beautiful senior schoolmate acted like a little girl and acted like a spoiled child in front of Noah, which instantly made the forks in the hands of several Slytherin boys nearby bend.

Promise her! Promise her now!

No, I can't agree to her!

Let go! Let me come!

These bootlickers wanted to replace Noah and rush to Gemma to show their loyalty to her, but when they thought that their flying talent was not even average and might even be classified as terrible, they immediately gave up.

Noah, a straight man, also had a headache.

"You are just worried about who will own the House Cup."

Noah pointed directly to the core point of the topic and smiled maliciously, "As long as all the points of Gryffindor are deducted, our position will be unshakable."

This……

That seems to be the case.

Gemma was speechless for a moment.

"I'm most proficient in this, so don't mention Quidditch to me again."

Noah, who had almost no sense of college honor, was not interested in the unprecedented seven consecutive Grand Slams.

He had clearly wanted to go to Hufflepuff in the beginning.

It was the old man Dumbledore who had no moral principles and tried to deceive and attack his eleven-year-old comrade, and that was why he used deception to throw him into Slytherin.

But Noah had no ill feelings towards Slytherin House.

No matter which house, as long as Gryffindor could not win the house cup and Dumbledore would feel upset, it would be enough for Noah.

What's more, he can use the title of Snape's adopted son in Slytherin to better help him win over his classmates, form cliques for personal gain, commit crimes, and eventually become the benevolent and kind third-generation Dark Lord!

Celebrate!

When Lord Shafrin was sorted into Slytherin, a new chapter in history began!

This is the birth of a king! The third generation Dark Lord, who is above all wizards, transcends time and space, and knows the past and the future!

……

Just as Noah was perfunctorily dealing with the beautiful senior schoolmate who was chasing him and thinking about his future plans, the two tables next to him cast cold glances in his direction.

At the Ravenclaw dining table, Shirley looked at Noah and Gemma "having a great time chatting" and suddenly felt inexplicably upset.

She held the fork and poked the food on the plate randomly. Even though the fried fish on the plate was full of holes, she seemed unaware of it and continued to poke and poke frantically.

"What's wrong?" Hermione noticed her best friend's abnormal behavior.

Following Shirley's gaze, Hermione also noticed the figure flirting with the girl at the Slytherin table.

Hermione also secretly clenched her fists, "You bastard!"

What Noah is doing now actually has nothing to do with either of them, but...

It's so frustrating.

It felt like something precious had flown away.

On the other side, beside the Gryffindor table, three cold gazes were lingering on Noah... and Draco beside him.

The Weasley twin brothers looked at each other silently, and then tacitly looked away from each other.

In that tacit look, the other party understood each other's meaning.

Draco, danger!

Chapter 64 APTX-4869

Night tours have become a habit for Noah.

It seemed that if he didn't go out for a night out, he would feel uncomfortable all over. When he went back to the dormitory and lay on the bed, it felt like there were thousands of ants crawling on his body, and he couldn't sleep.

"Hagrid, you coming?"

In the dark little room, Noah looked at the hybrid giant in front of him as if he was looking at the God of Wealth.

Although Hagrid looks very rough, like an enlarged version of Zhang Fei or Li Kui, his rough appearance cannot conceal the inner qualities beneath Hagrid's body.

Do you know what

The first invisible rich man in Hogwarts?

In the hands of wand-maker Ollivander, unicorn hair is an extremely precious material for the core of magic wands.

According to market fluctuations, a unicorn can only produce less than ten strands of unicorn hair suitable for making wands, which can be sold for five Galleons even when the market is at its worst.

If the market demand far exceeds the supply, it can even be sold at a sky-high price of fifteen Galleons.

This thing is expensive, isn't it?

But to Hagrid, this handful of stuff could only be used as a duster for cleaning.

In addition to unicorn hair, there is also terrestrial hairy soft-shell crabs and, ugh, the venom of the Acromantula.

The venom produced by the 4X-level magical animal, the Acromantula, is an extremely rare potion ingredient, costing as much as one hundred Galleons per pint.

For Hagrid, who owns a whole colony of giant acromantic spiders, this stuff is like water in a well. He can just pick up a few buckets and take them home.

This is just the wool plucked from two magical animals: unicorns and soft-shell crabs.

There are more than a hundred magical animals living in the Forbidden Forest.

There are quite a few who can take advantage of this.

So, looking at the entire Hogwarts, even a top chef like Snape, who could easily earn thousands of Galleons by cooking a bottle of high-level potion, could not compare to Hagrid in terms of financial resources.

Not to mention that Hagrid was quite generous.

Even if they are opponents in the Triwizard Tournament, can't they give out information about the contents of the competition, which is extremely important to the contestants, just by asking them to do so?

And it was given voluntarily.

Noah is naturally happy to make friends with people who can provide him with resources.

Ever since they played with the dog together in the restricted area during their last night out, Noah had set his sights on Hagrid.

After feeding Fluffy a large bucket of meat, Hagrid smiled and reached out his hand to rub Fluffy's big head twice, "Sorry Fluffy, I can only accompany you for a short while today."

He looked at Noah and said, "You should go back early too. It's already curfew time. It would be bad if the professor on night patrol catches us."

"Where are you going?"

"The Forbidden Forest," Hagrid scratched his shaggy beard in distress, "The Forbidden Forest has been a bit uneasy lately. It seems a monster has broken into the Forbidden Forest."

"Monster?" Noah immediately grasped the key word.

At this point in time, there should be only one person who can cause trouble in the Forbidden Forest, right?

So……

Noah didn't ask stupid questions like "Can I go patrol the Forbidden Forest with you?" He knew that once he asked this question, Hagrid would definitely refuse directly and arouse his vigilance.

So, enter the village quietly and don't shoot.

"No problem, I'll be back soon, please be careful." Noah agreed calmly.

After Hagrid left, Noah looked at Lu Wei, who looked like a silly guy, and looked thoughtful.

……

After leaving the restricted area, Noah did not return to his dormitory, but knocked on the door of Snape's office.

In the gloomy Potions Office, Snape and Noah sat opposite each other.

Noah crossed his legs, looking nonchalant, and obviously did not take the Potions Professor in front of him, who frightened all the Hogwarts students, seriously.

"I have something to ask you."

In the end, Noah didn't want to waste any more time staring at Snape, so he broke the awkward silence.

Snape ignored what Noah was going to say and instead directed the topic in another direction.

"Due to your performance in flying class, I am giving you special permission to join the Slytherin Quidditch team."

A big question mark appeared in Noah's head:?

When did I ever say I wanted to join the Quidditch team?

"No, ugly rejection, disgust."

Noah rejected the idea three times in a row. What's so fun about Quidditch? Although he likes the feeling of riding on a broomstick, playing ball...

Look at the Slytherin Quidditch team; what a bunch of idiots they are.

Can they play ball?

Is that called playing ball?

That's beating!

The team only recruits muscular men. Unless you are a super muscleman, you are not eligible to join the school team. During the game, you rely on your muscular body to rush around on the court.

There is no martial ethics at all, and the only way to win is by committing fouls.

Noah has no interest in such a despicable school team.

If he had to join, he would probably choose to be a coach who sits on the sidelines during a game and is commented on by others as someone who obviously doesn't understand basketball, rather than a player who plays on the field himself.

Before Snape could say anything more, Noah raised a hand, interrupting what he was about to say next.

"Let's not talk about Quidditch. Slytherin's house score is now 50 points behind the second-place Ravenclaw."

"Even without the bonus points from the Quidditch Cup, Ravenclaw can't surpass us, so don't worry.

As Noah spoke, he opened his palm, and the ink bottle on the table suddenly transformed into a proportionally scaled three-headed dog.

"It just so happens that I have something very important to talk to you about. I found something very extraordinary in the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor of the castle.

, do you want to listen to it?"

Looking at the miniature three-headed dog in front of him, Snape's pupils shrank slightly.

"What did you do to it?"

"I?"

Noah looked down at the three-headed dog model on the table, then pointed at himself in disbelief.

Didn't the old bat ask a counter-question?

Shouldn't it be about whether the three-headed dog has done anything to himself?

"You don't think I can take down a three-headed dog that can fight a dragon?"

Snape didn't say anything, but Noah could read his expression and knew that was clearly what he was thinking.

I can only say that you, old bat, think too highly of me.

"I just became friends with it and went out every night to bring it some food."

Bang.

The teacup collided with the tabletop with a dull sound, and the tea in the cup sloshed around.

Snape put down the teacup in his hand and stared at Noah with a bit of shock in his eyes.

Damn, making friends with a three-headed dog?