The years of welding at Hogwarts

I’m afraid it’s being used as food reserve for others!

"I warn you, don't try to get the things behind the trapdoor. Those are some boring tricks set up by Dumbledore specifically for Potter."

"I know, I know," Noah waved his hand casually, "I just wanted to ask if you have any way to make the shrinking potion work on Lu Wei as well."

"You even gave that big stupid guy a name?"

"That was Hagrid's idea."

Snape held his breath and resisted the urge to yell at Noah, "There's nothing we can do! The more powerful the magical creature, the higher its resistance to magic!"

"But you are a master of potions, a rare genius in the British wizarding world in thousands of years," Noah crossed his arms, "there must be a way, right?"

The more powerful a magical animal is, the more resistant it is to magic. This is common sense in the magical world.

Magic potions are naturally a type of magic, so it is difficult to take down a dragon with a bottle of poison.

In addition to resistance, the ratio of drug dosage to animal volume is also an important factor affecting the effectiveness of drugs. Talking about toxicity without considering the dosage is pure hooliganism.

But the shrinking potion is different.

Shrinking potion is a magical potion that can shrink or transform the drinker into a younger form. To put it in a more understandable way, that is -

This is a magic version of APTX-4869.

But it cannot really realize the dream of rejuvenation.

In the modern magical world, there are very few wizards who can make good use of its practical effects.

Centuries ago, this potion was widely used by powerful beast trainers.

It can shrink a magical animal as big as a fire dragon into a small lizard about the size of an arm, making it easy to carry around.

This is one of the few potions that only requires a small dose to work on magically resistant creatures, as long as the magical creature that consumes the potion does not actively remove the potion's effects.

However, that was the original shrinking potion.

Because of the special properties of the shrinking potion, it was listed as a banned drug by the Ministry of Magic of various countries long ago.

After all, with the existence of such a magic potion, you could never imagine whether a little teddy bear in the other person's arms might be a terrifying creature that could tear hundreds of wizards apart in an instant.

The shrinking potions currently circulating on the market are all youth versions, and are only effective on non-magical creatures.

After all, even if a big orange cat suddenly turned into a majestic Siberian golden shaded cat, it could only bite the person closest to it when it was off guard.

It won't cause instant death.

For a wizard, even if he is not a professional healer, this minor injury is enough to save the life of the injured person as long as he knows the "quick healing" skill.

After all, in the magic world, as long as the head is not smashed and the person dies instantly, even if the heart is pierced or the trachea is cut, such physical injuries cannot be called fatal injuries.

"Don't forget our agreement, Severus."

Noah simply read out the old bat's name, and he casually manipulated the three-headed dog transformed from the ink bottle to jump on the table.

Snape looked straight into Noah's eyes with his cold gaze. It was the first time he had seen a little wizard so bold as to call him by his name.

"That's not part of our deal."

"That's included now."

The protruding blue veins on his forehead well illustrated Snape's mental activities at the moment.

Chapter 65: Brother, who should we kill?

Snape had never regretted so much as he did now. He had lost his mind and agreed to Dumbledore to babysit the child of that damned old bee.

Meeting Noah Shaflin had been a complete mistake in his life, especially since he had forgotten to throw the little bastard into Gryffindor in the first place.

That way he would have enough excuses to deduct points from Noah, deducting 800 points from Gryffindor in one day.

Instead of being like now, when Noah does something wrong, he can't deduct points, but when Noah does something well, he still has to hold his nose and give Noah extra points.

Damn, that was a bad idea.

"You join the Quidditch team." Snape said in a cold tone, trying to reach an agreement with Noah with this innocuous clause.

Noah also put forward his own conditions without showing any weakness, "I can only accept the position of coach.

Do not participate in training, do not directly participate in competitions. "

Snape raised an eyebrow, "Impossible."

Seeing that Snape refused to give in on this issue, Noah chose to skip this unpleasant topic.

He opened his palms again, "Forget it, let me talk about another thing first."

Bang!

A rusty crown fell out of the magic circle that emerged in his palm.

Snape's eyes were filled with contempt and disdain at first, but when he compared the crown in front of him with something in his memory, his eyes changed immediately.

"Where did you get it?"

"It's not so much where it's found as where it is found."

Noah took a few steps back and signaled Snape to stand further back. Although he didn't quite understand what Noah meant, Snape still made a wise choice.

The next second, the sharp edge of the halberd cut through the air, and a two-meter-long Fang Tian Hua Ji appeared in Noah's hand at some point, and it slashed towards the crown on the table with unmatched force.

A crisp sound of metal collision sounded in the office.

An extremely thick and ominous black gas suddenly erupted from the place where the halberd tip and the crown collided, and the rising black mist instantly filled the entire ceiling of the room.

In the rolling dark clouds, Snape vaguely saw a familiar face.

"This is..." His eyes suddenly widened.

He could feel an extremely familiar magical power from it.

Cold, evil and violent...

He would never forget this magic and this face.

His nose was as flat as a snake's with only two thin slits. He was the one who killed Lily.

Voldemort!

A huge hand made of golden light suddenly appeared in the void. Noah stretched out his hand and slapped Voldemort's soul floating in the air hard across the void.

"Get back!"

When it comes to soul research, this world will never be able to compare to Kamar-Taj even after two hundred years.

Even as powerful as Voldemort, the method of immortality he came up with was to tear his intact soul into pieces, and then hide them in seven things that he used as trash cans, in order to preserve his life in this chaotic world?

Any normal person can imagine the consequences of a broken soul.

But that's what Voldemort did.

If Voldemort's soul in front of him was intact, Noah would still feel a little bit afraid.

however……

A mere broken and incomplete soul wants to stir up waves in front of me, the apprentice of Kamar-Taj, the master of the mystic arts of Kamar-Taj?

I’m giving you face, right?

Noah raised his hand and slapped the unruly Voldemort again, finally slapping him back into the Horcrux.

But even after being hit by two big beatings, the stubborn soul fragment still emitted some special fluctuations, as if tempting people to wear the crown that didn't look very smart.

"Have you guessed what this is?" Noah's mouth curled up slightly.

Snape's expressionless face was filled with serious words, "Horcrux."

"I found it in the castle last week. If I'm not mistaken, this crown should be the one that was lost by Rowena Ravenclaw, one of the four founders of Hogwarts."

"I have a problem now."

He had initially intended to use violence to pry open Voldemort's skull, bah, to break the protective magic on the Horcrux, and then suck it up like a snail...

Well, to be precise, it is to extract Voldemort's memory, filter out some useless parts, and only retain the part of Voldemort's memory about magical knowledge.

But the problem was that the skull was too hard and he couldn't pry it open.

Noah scratched his hair in distress. "Although I can slap Voldemort back, I can't break the protective magic on this crown."

Snape's whole face was twitching.

What does it mean to “be able to slap Voldemort back with one slap”?

Do you want to hear whether what you are saying is human language?

Is this something a first-year wizard can do?

"You want me to help you crack it?"

Noah stroked his smooth chin, "Yes, and there is another thing, don't tell Dumbledore about the existence of the crown."

"If you want to talk to him about how Voldemort remains immortal, then I suggest you come up with a convincing excuse to bring the topic back to the Horcruxes."

"Why should I help you?" Snape choked rudely.

Tsk, you've become a bad guy, old bat.

If you don't want to help, then don't help. Just wait and see.

Wearing the magic circle on his hand like a glove to protect himself from the magic of the Horcrux, Noah picked up the crown on the table, "Because..."

"Because the Resurrection Stone you want is another Horcrux of Voldemort."

Noah put away the crown and turned around without hesitation. "If you don't want to do it, forget it. I will find a way myself."

He had just raised his feet, and before they even touched the ground, he heard Snape's voice.

"return!"

"What?" Noah turned around again and kept tossing the crown in his hand.

The tone was playful and frivolous. "Have you changed your mind now?"

Snape had no intention of wasting time talking to Noah, "The crown stays and joins the team."

Noah raised his hand and threw the crown over like a piece of trash. He originally wanted to turn around and run away from Snape's gloomy potion office.

This place is too cold. If you stay here for too long, you will get rheumatism sooner or later.

But Snape just raised the wand in his hand, and the lightning-fast spell fell on the door panel, instantly blocking Noah's way out.

Noah turned around slowly.

"There's another thing." Snape didn't even look at the crown on the table.

Noah didn't say anything either, just looked at Snape quietly, patiently waiting for Snape, who always liked to breathe heavily, to finish the second half of his sentence.

"You should also fulfill part of your promise."

He emphasized each word, "I have never seen the Resurrection Stone. How can I tell whether you are kidding me or not?"

Originally, Snape was still willing to believe Noah and that the Resurrection Stone was real.

However, he found that the heart of the Third-generation Dark Lord reserve in front of him was so evil that it was a bit outrageous. He was worthy of being a person that even Dumbledore had to be wary of.

For someone like this who has absolutely no moral integrity, Snape has no doubt that he can use this false information to fool people, even if he doesn't know the whereabouts of the Resurrection Stone.

Therefore, before Noah reveals the true whereabouts of the Resurrection Stone, no matter how much Noah talks, he is not going to agree to any new deal.

"The resurrection stone ring..."

Noah stared at Snape with interest, "You've actually met him."

"What?" Snape couldn't quite believe his ears.

"You must be aware that the legend of the Resurrection Stone comes from the story of the three Peverell brothers in The Tales of Beedle the Bard."

Snape sneered, "It's just a story."

"But the three Peverell brothers were indeed the earliest holders of the three Deathly Hallows, and their bloodline is still circulating in the wizarding world today."

"The earliest owner of the Resurrection Stone was the second oldest of the three brothers. If you carefully look up the bloodline history of pure-blood families, you will find that there are still several families in the wizarding world whose bloodlines can be traced back to him."

Noah held up his fingers and broke them one by one.

"Malfoy, Black, Lestrange..."

At this point, Noah paused deliberately, "Gaunt."