The years of welding at Hogwarts

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At nine o'clock on Saturday morning, after breakfast, Noah was dragged to the Quidditch field outside the castle by Gemma, who was already concerned about the ownership of the Quidditch Cup before the season even started.

According to Gemma, observing the training of the Slytherin House team will allow Noah to have a preliminary understanding of the Quidditch level of Slytherin House.

But Noah always felt that this senior schoolmate had ulterior motives.

The woman in front of him was definitely not like what she said. She was here purely to observe the first training of their school team after returning from a whole summer break.

Despite being a third-generation womb, Noah still smelled a scent called hormones floating in the air.

To be honest, it's not hard to guess what Gemma Farley is thinking.

From the first moment he saw her at the opening dinner, Noah had already judged from her eyes and behavior that she was a very ambitious witch with great aspirations.

But as a mixed-race wizard with a humble family background, Gemma is at a great disadvantage compared to wizards like Draco who are descended from the Twenty-Eight Holy Clans in this magical world where invisible discrimination based on bloodline exists.

No matter how fascinating the magical world is, it cannot change the fact that it is a backward civilization where strength is paramount.

If you have the strength of Albus Dumbledore or Gellert Grindelwald, you can be respected even if you don't have a prominent family background.

But how many wizards as talented as the first generation Black and White Demon King can there be?

Most wizards, even if they work hard all their lives,

There is a limit to the strength they can achieve, unless they become inhuman like Voldemort.

At this time, the importance of power and resources is reflected.

The resources accumulated by the ancient pure-blood families from generation to generation can be said to be an astronomical figure that is unimaginable to those Muggle wizards who start from scratch, or wizards who come from ordinary magical families.

Even though Hogwarts, which was founded a thousand years ago, gives all wizards an equal opportunity to learn, this cannot eliminate the gap caused by family background.

Like Shirley, she could easily learn valuable magical knowledge from her godfather, Snape, without even having to ask for it.

But for those Muggle-born wizards, the magical knowledge that was readily available to Shirley was a precious thing that was difficult for them to obtain.

Without any opportunities, a half-blood wizard like Gemma Farley, even if she achieved excellent results in future NEWTs, could only be a low-level employee in the Ministry of Magic like her mother.

Being an insignificant screw in the magical world where class structure is rigid.

Then, maybe, she'd be like her mother, and marry a greasy wizard or Muggle like her father.

In the end, I just lived my life in mediocrity.

That was not the life Gemma Farley wanted, and she would never accept a life like that.

The way to break this dilemma is actually very simple, which is to have a strong enough thigh to rely on.

Of course, as a proud witch, it is impossible for Gemma to accept any monster or goblin.

How could such an outstanding girl lack bootlickers in Hogwarts?

However, she didn't like any of them.

Until Noah, Snape's adopted son, appeared, and he was shown politeness in his every move, and his uncanny talent in class.

Good job man, you managed to get my attention.

As for the five-year age gap, that's not a problem!

Because of Kamar-Taj's physical skills, ugh, secret skills, Noah's physical development is much more mature than his peers.

If Noah was thrown into a group of third and fourth grade students, it would definitely be much more reasonable than for him to stand out among a group of first-year students.

What's more, a girl who is three years older than you is holding a golden brick.

As long as Noah succeeds in getting her, he will be holding a little more than a piece and a half of gold brick!

Chapter 67: Dian Wei's great power makes even gods afraid

On the Quidditch field, Noah and Gemma sat in the stands, pointing fingers at the Slytherin team's training.

"Tsk tsk." Noah couldn't help shaking his head as he looked at Marcus Flint, who was rushing around in the sky in the distance like a powerful gorilla.

"So many captains have been replaced from one class to another. Has the Slytherin Quidditch team's tactics changed? It's just a change of name but the substance remains the same."

Jemma looked at Noah with a smile, "Why? You don't have the confidence to defeat Gryffindor?"

Obviously, such a simple provocation would not make Noah fall into the trap.

"Who are you? You want me to lead them?"

He glanced at Gemma, then looked at the group of gorillas and baboons waving bats around in the sky in the distance.

"The Slytherin team looks very strong, but I thought you had some idea of ​​its actual level."

Considering the status of Quidditch in the European and American wizarding world, even if the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup is just a small campus-level competition, its viewing value should be more than just this.

But that's the reality.

Even Gryffindor, the strongest team in Hogwarts, has extremely rigid tactics that have not changed in more than a decade. They are basically based on the tactics used when Charlie Weasley, the second son of the Weasley family, was the captain.

It can be said that these tactics have been used to death by everyone.

Each academy basically digs up the old stuff left by their predecessors, then renovates it a bit before using it against the enemy.

As for the technical skills, there is no need to mention it.

You can't expect a group of amateur players who have only been playing Quidditch for a few years to have any strong skills, especially when they only have two weekends a week to practice Quidditch.

Moreover, the four colleges have to take turns, so if it is relatively evenly distributed, each college can only get the right to use the Quidditch field for half a day.

As for the rest of the time, it is basically impossible to get enough people because team members of different grades have different courses.

Of the four teams at Hogwarts, Gryffindor and Slytherin may seem strong, but they are basically supported by their peers.

Especially for Slytherin, winning points basically depends on despicable means such as fouls.

Noah was quite disdainful of this. Is this the elegant and noble Slytherin in the legend?

It’s a pity that Quidditch, a sport extremely similar to Muggle football, does not have the penalty rules like yellow cards and red cards in Muggle football.

How else could the Slytherin team stay above the Quidditch pitch for a full game?

It was probably because the captain Marcus Flint was sent off with a red card right after the start of the game, and then other players received a red card or two yellow cards in the following games. After twenty minutes, only the goalkeeper was left fighting alone on the field.

Noah said

If that were the case, then Madam Huo Qi, the referee of the match, was truly blind.

Perhaps she had enjoyed too comfortable a life as a referee at Hogwarts, so when faced with the Slytherin team that committed numerous fouls, she simply gave a free throw.

Slytherin scored 40 or 50 points by committing fouls, but in the end they only got a free throw as punishment.

The Slytherin team still made a profit by exchanging forty or fifty points for ten points that they might not even get.

Black whistle!

Absolutely a black whistle!

The Slytherin team's ethics and tactical level were destroyed by such a bad whistle!

It is said that children are the hope for a country's future, but looking at the current behavior of these little kids in Hogwarts, can the wizarding world ever be any better?

It won't get better!

The Quidditch Association has been engaged in youth training for many years and has spent countless gold Galleons on it, but in the end they have come up with nothing!

The bastards on the Yingglen Quidditch team who represented Ying in the international Quidditch tournament ate dragon meat every day to replenish their bodies, but looking at their record...

They have a terrible record!

Riding the best flying broom, earning the highest player salary, and eating the finest delicacies.

For four years and four years, let alone winning the Quidditch World Cup, they haven't even made it into the round of 16!

Are you worthy of bringing Ying?

Your mother! Get your money back!

Noah kept scolding the Slytherin team, and even raised them to the level of "champions of the country" in the end, which made Gemma's face turn green.

"Hey!" She bumped Noah's shoulder, her tone full of dissatisfaction, "Is the Slytherin team so bad?"

However, her innocent look didn't show much dissatisfaction, but rather...

behave in a spoiled manner?

Noah calmly distanced himself from this troublesome senior.

Although the beautiful senior schoolmate is good, sexy, mature and has a good figure, indulging in women will only slow down Noah's speed in drawing his sword.

If time goes on for a long time, maybe it will fall to such a point——

Noah: I never thought that I would be hurt by beauty and become so haggard. From today on, I will abstain from sex!

Throwing the cup in anger!

Seeing Noah silently distancing himself from her, Gemma did not feel discouraged at all, but smiled slightly.

This was just her first step, and rejection was to be expected.

In the following moments, the atmosphere in the stands was somewhat subtle.

What is meant here is a stiff atmosphere, not the subtlety of turning on ambient lighting in a small room with curtains drawn.

Because Noah had no intention of having any further contact with Gemma, and Gemma also understood that this kind of thing could not be rushed.

The two just watched the Slytherin team's training in silence in the sky in the distance.

until……

Noah noticed a figure at the edge of the forbidden forest in the distance from the corner of his eye, although the figure was only a small black dot because of the distance of nearly one kilometer.

But Noah still recognized it from the billowing robes; it was the outstretched wings of the old bat that walked with the wind.

"That's it for today."

Noah stood up from the stands, his tone apologetic, but his eyes were fixed on the second figure that appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Gemma didn't notice anything unusual, she just stood up and watched Noah disappear into the stairs leading out of the stands.

……

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Noah looked at the trees ahead.

After shaking off Gemma, he made a big circle to avoid the sight of the little snakes playing Quidditch in the sky, and slipped quietly to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

This also resulted in Snape's figure having already disappeared into the dense forest when he arrived here.

The thick layer of fallen leaves covering the ground in the woods before him was enough to conceal all traces of those who had entered, but this did not pose a problem for Noah.

He took out a small bunch of hair about twenty centimeters long from somewhere, and golden sparks bloomed between his fingers, turning into a golden whip that tightly wrapped around the hair.

The scorching flames immediately engulfed the hair, and the golden lines twisted into the shape of an arrow in the air, pointing straight to a certain direction where the forbidden forest stretched out.

Got you.

The magic line was thrown out from his hand and accurately wrapped around a thick branch. Noah's figure suddenly flew up like a cloud.

Like a copycat version of Spider-Man, Noah was moving quickly in the forbidden forest following the guidance of the arrows at a speed that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

The arrow slowed down its flying speed, and Noah instantly slowed down his forward speed as well.

He suppressed the noise he made as he moved forward, like an assassin in the shadows, hiding himself silently among the layers of leaves.

A faint sound of conversation came from the front.

As Noah got closer, the conversation ahead became clearer.

In a shadowy open space ahead, Snape stood there like a statue.

But he was not alone. Professor Quirrell, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, was also there, and was pinned down by Snape in an extremely ambiguous posture under a large tree with lush branches and leaves.

Quirrell's back was pressed firmly against the rough trunk of the tree, and Snape's arm passed through his face.

However, he leaned one hand on the tree trunk and stared at Qi Luo with an extremely aggressive look.

Noah, who was lurking in the tree, widened his eyes in shock.

Is this the legendary wall-dong?

It’s time to eat it. It’s time to eat it.

"Why, why did you choose to meet here, Severus..."

Perhaps because of Snape's extremely aggressive look, Quirrell stuttered more than in any of his previous lectures.