The years of welding at Hogwarts

A guardian who can look after the future three generations.

Facing a legendary wizard like Dumbledore who can be called the White Lord, according to normal human thinking, Noah naturally could not say anything disobedient to him and could only let him arrange it.

But is Noah a normal person?

He raised his head and met Dumbledore's gaze without fear.

"But, I refuse."

One of Noah Shafrin's favorite things to do is to say "no" to those who think they are powerful and to reject them!

As a time traveler, Shafulin would rather die in Azkaban or jump from the top floor of the Nurmengard Tower. He doesn't want to find himself a father for no reason.

"OK then."

Dumbledore did not force it, and his expression did not change at all because of being disobeyed.

There was a hint of regret in his tone, "I had originally planned to let Minerva be your guardian."

When Noah heard Dumbledore say this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

If you are an older cat girl, then it is not impossible.

He, Shafulin, dared to swear to heaven that he was definitely not greedy for the older cat girl's...knowledge of transformation magic.

Well, he has been an orphan for three lifetimes and just wants a warm home.

If Dumbledore had told him that his guardian would be the sinister big bat of Slytherin House, Noah would have run away.

I will never run away and then come back to find out that it smells so good.

"Oh, by the way, Minerva McGonagall is the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You should have seen her name on the admission letter."

"Professor McGonagall is also the Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts."

As if talking to himself, Dumbledore muttered softly, "In the field of Transfiguration, she can be said to be

He is one of the best people in the magic world."

"If she can become your guardian, then..."

Before he could finish, Noah interrupted him, "Actually, Headmaster, I think it's not impossible to let Professor McGonagall be my guardian."

After hearing Noah's answer, the originally warm smile on Dumbledore's face suddenly took on a cunning meaning.

"Then it's settled."

The two reached a consensus.

At this moment, Dumbledore completely ignored the fact that he had not discussed the guardian issue with Professor McGonagall in advance and made the decision for her on his own.

He didn't know how he would talk to the older cat lady when he returned to Hogwarts.

"Minerva, look, I found you a son!"

Professor McGonagall, who doesn't remember ever putting up an advertisement on a telephone pole offering a large sum of money for having a child: ???

Dumbledore stood up and waved outside the house. A large red turkey with long golden-red tail feathers flew in and landed on his shoulder.

"It's getting late, I should go back."

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to leave him alone and run away with the bucket, Noah was a little confused.

Didn’t this old man say he wanted to find a guardian for himself?

Don't you need to take me back with you? Why just leave me here like this?

Besides, you haven’t rescued all the “acquaintances” outside yet.

Seeing Noah's confusion, Dumbledore smiled and answered his question, "I will come to pick you up and take you to your guardian in three days. You can use these few days to deal with things in the Muggle world."

As if it remembered something, a glimmer of fire just ignited on the Phoenix Fawkes, but it went out again at Dumbledore's order.

"Oh, by the way, someone will come in ten minutes to help your men clear some of the memories they shouldn't have. You'd better leave here before they get here."

"Okay, Headmaster Dumbledore." Noah agreed obediently.

"You can just call me Professor," Dumbledore waved at him, "Goodbye then."

As the words fell, the old man suddenly turned into a ball of fire. With the crackling sound of the burning flames, the figures of the man and the bird disappeared in the house.

Only a few sparks were left, slowly falling from the air and disappearing.

After watching Dumbledore disappear, Noah no longer had any need to stay in the manor.

After simply packing up a few necessary things, Noah left the elegant mansion that he had spent a lot of time and effort to decorate without looking back.

When he passed by his men lying all over the garden outside, there was no trace of nostalgia on Noah's face.

Just as he stepped out of the cast iron gate of the manor, a series of apparition explosions were heard in the villa behind him.

Leaning against the outer wall of the manor, a cold smile appeared on Noah's face.

"Oh, Dumbledore..."

……

As time passed, the scorching summer sun gradually faded, and the orange afterglow cast a beautiful luster on the entire city of London.

Noah had spent the day at his public base in central London handling his assets.

Although he did not intend to follow Dumbledore's advice, it would be more appropriate to describe Dumbledore's words as "orders."

But some necessary actions still need to be taken to show Dumbledore. After all, he is already on Dumbledore's key observation list.

Noah didn't want his danger level to increase further in Dumbledore's mind.

So those that cannot be retained must be disposed of, such as those assets involving gray areas, such as a tractor production plant in Birmingham.

On the surface, they are producing tractors, but in reality they are producing armored vehicles for Hydra.

The so-called disposal was actually selling the factory to his subordinates. On the surface, it seemed that the assets were sold, but in fact Noah still retained control of the factory.

He was just doing this for show for Dumbledore.

Although Dumbledore seemed to have no defenses against him, he left Kamar-Taj with confidence and left everything to the Aurors.

But after Dumbledore left, an inexplicable feeling of being watched lingered in Noah's heart and could not be shaken off.

He knew that Dumbledore couldn't be so careless, so he had to put on the necessary disguise.

As for Mr. Granning, whom he had just met at noon today, all he had done was to simply pledge his allegiance, so there was no need to deal with anything complicated.

He just needs to cut off contact with the other party.

It was not until the sun set below the horizon and the rising crescent moon cast its silver light all over the earth that Noah, who was in a temporary base somewhere in downtown London, stopped the work at hand.

With a tired look on his face, Noah left his desk and walked into the next room.

Although it is a temporary base, the decoration of the room is not simple at all.

The luxurious bedroom is decorated in medieval style, with hand-painted walls. In the center of the room is a large four-poster bed, with luxurious curtains covering the soft bed.

Lying in bed

Noah's breathing gradually became steady until...

Outside the window, a figure that completely blended into the dark environment left.

A few hours later, Noah woke up and looked down at the watch on his wrist. The hand was pointing directly at the number "1".

Without making any noise or turning on the light, Noah got out of bed and put on his clothes in the pitch dark.

He could feel that the lingering feeling of being watched was gone.

Well, it was about time for him to start the real work.

Yes, real work.

For Noah, the entire day's work today was actually just busying around for the watcher who was somewhere unknown.

How could Noah simply listen to Dumbledore's nonsense and abandon his roots in the non-magical world?

What he gave up were just the things on the surface.

And he also has a force hidden in the dark.

Don't forget what Hydra's slogan is -

Cut off one head and two will grow.

Hail Hydra.

Chapter 8 Soldiers? Willing to obey

The roar of the heavy motorcycle engine could be heard from far away on the road.

More than an hour later, Noah turned off the roaring engine in a long-abandoned factory on the outskirts of London.

It has been abandoned for a long time, but that is only on the surface.

Within a ten-kilometer radius around the factory, there was not a single sound made by human beings.

Apart from the chirping of insects in the distance, the only sounds were the occasional flapping of wings in the darkness, and the strange friction sounds made by some rodents gnawing on certain objects.

The cold air at night condenses into water droplets on the abandoned metal equipment, and the slight sound of dripping on the ground can be heard from far away in this quiet environment.

The moonlight shone into the factory through the broken roof, and the shadows cast by the strange-shaped metal facilities looked like craggy ghosts.

In the darkness, there were spots of scarlet light flickering, as if countless pairs of vicious eyes were staring coldly at anyone who dared to break in here.

Faced with such a gloomy and terrifying environment, Noah did not feel any fear in his heart.

Dressed in black, he blended perfectly into the darkness. Although visibility was almost zero, the complex terrain of the factory did not become an obstacle for Noah, as if this was his home court.

And this is indeed his home ground.

Noah walked to a factory with ease and lifted up a piece of rusty iron sheet that seemed to have been casually abandoned in a corner.

A door control panel slightly larger than an adult's palm, embedded in the wall, appeared.

In the upper right corner of the access control, there is a small skull logo relief, which is dark red in color, and below it are six snake tails that spread out like octopus tentacles.

He pressed his palm on the palm print device of the access control system, and the wall in front of him suddenly cracked, revealing an elevator hidden behind the wall.

As Noah stepped into the elevator, the elevator door disguised as a wall closed again, and everything in the factory returned to its original calm.

A minute later, Noah took the elevator down to Hydra's secret base deep underground.

The room Noah was in was empty, and the silver-gray metal walls around it exuded a sense of oppression, making it look like a prison.

It doesn't have to be like that, it is essentially a prison.

In the middle of the empty room stood a huge iron cage, and a figure was firmly imprisoned on a metal seat in the middle of the cage with extremely thick metal handcuffs.

Compared with the heavy metal seat, the figure still looked a little thin even with his muscular body.

Noah said softly, "We can release him now."

"But, sir," a researcher in a white coat nearby dissuaded him, "We can't control him at all."

"It's okay, release him, I have a way to solve it."

Seeing that Noah still insisted, the researchers next to him did not dare to disobey him and had to do as he said.

The iron cage was opened, but the figure was still trapped in the seat and unable to move at all.

Noah walked closer and saw the face of the figure clearly.

A head of slightly messy long hair covered the man's numb eyes, and his originally handsome features looked a little weird because of his lifeless expression.

Even if someone approached, the man was like a vegetable and had no reaction.

What is strange is that the man’s left arm is not a normal person’s arm. Instead, it is a silver metal arm with a very mechanical beauty, and there is a bright red five-pointed star painted on the shoulder.

Three months ago, his men picked up the legendary and famous Winter Soldier, Captain Hot Butt's good friend - James Buchanan Barnes, at the gate of the stronghold.

Based on the other party's metal arm that had not yet been upgraded and his unstable mental state, Noah deduced that Bucky traveled through time shortly after the end of the plot of "Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier".

Of course, it could also be the time in Captain America: Civil War when he was brainwashed by Baron Zemo.

Even though Buggy was extremely weak, the Hydra soldiers still paid the price of eleven lives before they had the advantage in equipment.

Under the premise of controlling him.

Since then, Noah has been studying how to help Bucky solve his hidden dangers and tame him for his own use.

But unfortunately, the brainwashing technology of the real Hydra next door was too crude, and without Wakanda's black technology, he could not solve this problem at all.