The years of welding at Hogwarts

He didn't dare to look her in the eye, so he could only silently look away, tilting his head, looking very pitiful.

Snape's voice was as cold as the water of the River Styx. "I warn you, no matter what you want to do with Dumbledore's treasure, I will never allow Shirley to lose even a hair."

"Severus, you are absolutely kidding..."

Quirrell avoided Snape's face, which was getting closer and closer, guiltily, while carefully controlling the distance between the back of his head and the tree trunk, for fear of accidentally hitting the back of his head.

"Tsukuru, as a professor at Hogwarts, how could I possibly hurt the students in the school?"

His appearance did not deceive Snape at all. "You don't want me to be your enemy, do you?"

As he spoke, Snape took another step forward, getting closer to Quirrell, until their faces were within arm's reach.

"Don't think I don't know the little tricks you played secretly. You were the one who tampered with the door knocker at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room, right?"

Hearing this, Noah, who was hiding in the tree, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"I, I don't know, I don't know what you are talking about..." Quirrell stuttered even more violently.

Even if Quirrell didn't stutter, it would be difficult for him to explain why Snape had inexplicably thrown the blame at him, and why the damn door knocker had undergone such a weird change.

He muttered something, as if cursing the real culprit who changed the door knocker.

Snape interrupted his hard-working performance, "Whether you are pretending or not, as long as Shirley is in danger..."

"You know what I mean," Snape grabbed Quirrell's collar with a fierce expression, "figure out who you are loyal to."

After saying these harsh words, Snape pushed Quirrell forward fiercely.

Quirrell was caught off guard for a moment, and the back of his head, wrapped in a thick scarf, hit the tree trunk behind him heavily.

Despite the thick scarf as a cushion, a look of pain still appeared on Quirrell's face.

There was also a hint of panic in his eyes.

Snape snorted coldly, then walked away.

It was not until Snape had left for a long time that Quirrell, who had been standing there, made some movement. He raised his hand to touch the turban on his head, but just as he touched the turban, he pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

"Severus..."

A cold voice different from Quirrell's sounded in the shadows.

It was like a venomous snake entering an attacking state, and there was also a hissing sound like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

"That traitor!" The cold voice was tinged with anger.

Quirrell's voice was filled with a bit of fear that he had never felt before, even when he was threatened fiercely by Snape. "Master, Master..."

"Oh, Shirley Snape, Noah Shafrin..."

Noah held his breath and concentrated, secretly accumulating magic power in his hands.

"It seems that during the ten years I was away, they completely forgot about me and immediately recognized a new master."

A confused owl hooted and strayed into this shadowy land filled with murderous intent.

A pale green light suddenly lit up, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and the hissing sound of the venomous snake sounded again.

"You know what to do, Quirinus."

"The traitor must be made to taste..."

There was a sudden sound of breaking air, and a figure wrapped in a black robe and hood descended from the sky like a god, and suddenly approached Quirrell.

A heavy, bloodstained battle axe, wrapped in shining thunder, like the legendary Thor, with incomparable power, chopped down at the back of Qi Luo's head from top to bottom in front of Qi Luo's eyes full of fear.

Totally crazy!

At this critical moment, a cloud of black mist suddenly burst out from the back of Quirrell's head.

The sharp axe seemed to be submerged in a ball of glue, and its unstoppable power seemed to be slowed down and weakened in the black fog.

The advancing axe blade gradually stopped, until it could no longer move forward even a little bit.

Without the support of strength, the heavy axe no longer shone with azure thunder, but fell weakly to the ground, making a clanging sound and raising some dust.

The figure hidden in the lightning had disappeared. In the huge forbidden forest, the only sounds could be heard from Quirrell's heavy breathing and the thumping of his heart.

"Who! Who is it?"

Like an enraged poisonous snake, the angry voice filled with murderous intent echoed in the forbidden forest.

However, the assassin, who failed to succeed, had now quietly fled hundreds of meters away and was still fleeing the assassination scene at a rapid speed.

Noah jumped quickly on the thick branches of the towering trees in the forbidden forest, his expression slightly

He smacked his lips with a hint of regret.

"What a pity! If only the speed of jumping down just now could have been faster."

"By the way, what did Voldemort's last words mean?"

He specifically mentioned his and Shirley's names. Was he planning to use the two of them to threaten Snape?

If Voldemort had captured him, Snape would have only one reaction -

Stop talking nonsense and kill him quickly, damn, it's annoying just looking at me.

But what if it was Shirley...

"Tom Riddle," Noah stuck out his tongue and licked his upper lip gently, "Is this the only pitiful trick that the Dark Lord has?"

Chapter 68 As soon as I walked in, I saw Neville beating Malfoy

Perhaps Noah's impulsive full-strength attack caused some irrecoverable damage to Quirrell, or to Voldemort who was living in the back of his head.

For the next week, the students of Hogwarts did not see their beloved Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the castle.

Even once.

The public statement was that Professor Quirrell was ill, but the truth was...

Even Quirrell, the person involved, didn't figure out who tried to assassinate him that day. He is still shocked by the fierceness of the attack.

If it weren't for his beloved Dark Lord master who had consumed the little soul power he had accumulated with great difficulty over this period of time, he would probably have been beheaded by now.

Quirrell felt a chill on his neck as he thought of the attack that day.

However, Noah, the attacker, acted like nothing had happened and continued to eat and drink.

Eavesdropping on Snape and Quirrell's conversation that day was purely out of curiosity.

Even if he didn't follow, as long as he turned back and found time to ask Snape, Snape would not hide anything from him because of the magical contract signed with him.

The "complete madness" that was accompanied by thunder was a spur-of-the-moment idea of ​​his.

If that strike could succeed, then he would just chop it out with one axe—

With the attainments of the Kamar-Taj wizards in the soul, even if Noah's knowledge was less than one thousandth of that of Bald Qiang, it was enough for him to grab Voldemort's residual soul and knead it into a ball and flatten it like plasticine.

……

During the break, Noah sat in the corridor of the central courtyard outside the castle.

An open textbook was placed on his knees, but his eyes were focused not on the contents of the pages, but on a page sandwiched between the pages that was obviously torn from a complete notebook.

Looking at the reply letter sent back by the Winter Soldier from Birmingham, a smile appeared on Noah's face.

It would obviously not take this elite killer from the 21st century too long to simply upgrade his equipment to resist electromagnetic interference.

In this way, it would be possible to implement my next plan.

Thinking about the conversation between Quirrell and Snape that he overheard in the Forbidden Forest that day, an imperfect outline of an action plan quietly emerged in Noah's mind.

"Noah, can we go to that...that thing again tonight?"

A familiar voice came from the side, interrupting Noah's thoughts and allowing him to return his attention to the real world in front of him.

"Neville?" Noah looked up at the fat boy who was speaking hesitantly, "What did you just say?"

"I mean," the little fat boy twisted his hands together, looking timid, "can we organize another special training tonight? In the Room of Requirement."

"of course can."

Seeing that the future Hufflepuff Swordmaster was so ambitious, Noah had no reason not to agree.

Listening to Neville talking about the special training, Noah suddenly thought of his insignificant roommate.

Ever since he defeated Ron, his mortal enemy, with one kick and two punches in the trophy room that night, Draco has acted like Noah is the boss and he is second only to him, and has an inexplicable contempt for all first-year students except Noah.

Oh no, we have to eliminate one more Batgirl.

In short, since that night, Draco thought he was invincible, and everyone except Noah and Shirley was a traitor.

Without the external pressure of a one-on-five duel, he immediately became indifferent.

Apart from attending classes and completing homework every day, he had no intention of continuing to learn magic from Noah.

How could Noah watch his future members of the Demon King team continue to degenerate like this?

"You don't have classes tonight, right?"

Noah carefully recalled the class schedules of the four colleges. "Your astronomy class should be on Wednesday night?"

The little fat boy nodded his head, "Yes! But we have self-study classes on Tuesday and Thursday nights!"

It's not just senior students.

After a period of pilot implementation of this special course, self-study class, all professors were pleasantly surprised to find that the quality of the homework submitted by students had improved significantly.

This is because when students are doing their homework in self-study classes, they can get immediate help from the professor if they encounter anything they don’t understand.

Because of this, self-study classes were piloted in grades five to seven for only two weeks before being widely promoted to all grades.

Of course, students like Noah naturally cannot attend self-study classes, and the professors also maintain a laissez-faire attitude towards this.

attitude.

Not to mention self-study classes, even in formal courses, they could no longer teach Noah anything.

With Noah's current level of magic, it wouldn't be a big problem even if he was thrown into the fourth grade, studying for a year and then reviewing for a year before preparing directly for the OWLs exam.

Lower grade courses were just a waste of time for Noah.

"Since you're all so busy Tuesday through Thursday nights..."

Noah held his chin, looking thoughtful.

Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff all have free evenings, so if they want to have special training for all members, it can only be on Monday or Friday nights.

"Why don't we set a time, Friday night, and organize a special training session every week at this time from now on."

"May I?"

Hearing Noah's words, Neville's eyes sparkled, filled with hope for the future.

"I mean, wouldn't it take up too much of your time for you to train us every week?"

Noah smiled and said, "Of course not."

……

Hogwarts was quiet and peaceful after nightfall.

Two petite figures ran briskly in the corridor, skillfully avoiding the professor on night patrol, bypassing the castle manager and his cat, and came to a corridor on the eighth floor of the castle.

As soon as they summoned the door of the Room of Requirement, Shirley and Hermione heard the sound of fist fighting and screams of pain coming from behind the door.

As soon as they stepped through the door, they saw Neville beating Malfoy.

At this time, Neville held the magic wand in one hand, and the pure magic power turned into golden light that wrapped the magic wand, forming a short stick about one meter long.

With his other hand, he held up a magic shield in front of him, hiding his fat but agile body behind it.

Although Draco was under pressure from the duel with Ron, he had learned some fairly powerful curses during the last intensive training.

However, compared with Neville, whose swordsman talent is gradually awakening, he is still far behind.

All the small sparks he shot out hit Neville's shield without any pain, and even the magic lines that made up the shield itself were not shaken at all.

Soon, he was forced into a corner by Nawei, unable to decide what to do.

Neville raised his shield suddenly, and the magic shield, which seemed unreal but had a real touch, hit Draco's arm heavily, knocking the wand in his hand away.

Without his wand, Draco was like a poisonous snake with its teeth pulled out, and could only offer some futile resistance.

So, the next second he was hit on the head by Neville's stick and fell to the ground. He could only watch a fat butt pressing down on him like a mountain.