The years of welding at Hogwarts

It looks like a brass knuckle, but can only be worn on two fingers, with a flat piece of metal connecting the two rings together.

Before the two terrible bombs staggered down and made contact with the ground, Noah smiled and waved at Voldemort who was trapped in the light prison.

"Goodbye, Professor Quirrell, and..."

Noah opened his lips and whispered a name, "Tom."

A portal opened on the ground behind him, and he fell backwards, and his figure instantly disappeared into the forbidden forest that was about to be destroyed.

The moment the portal closed, the sun-like light suddenly illuminated the area several kilometers around Hogwarts Castle as bright as day.

The violent impact turned into a visible hurricane that spread in all directions. In a flash, it covered a distance of several kilometers and swept across the entire castle.

Throughout the castle, all the glass that was directly exposed to the impact shattered in an instant.

Suddenly, panicked screams and cries were heard from the four common rooms of Hogwarts.

Even though he was several kilometers away, standing in the broken corridor on the eighth floor of the castle, Dumbledore could feel the change in air temperature.

The culprit behind all this is the dazzling artificial sun that slowly rises above the forbidden forest.

No, to be precise, there should be two.

It's only because the explosion points of the two bombs were too close that the light and heat generated by their explosions merged together, making them look like one.

The overwhelming force uprooted the trees and soil within hundreds of meters around the explosion center.

When the last ray of glow disappeared from the sky, the light prison that originally trapped Quirrell had disappeared, leaving only a huge dark pit in its place.

Standing in the center of the battlefield after the explosion, Noah looked at the scorched earth around him that was still emitting wisps of hot steam, and a look of inquiry appeared on his face.

No.

still none.

There was not a trace of Voldemort's scent, nor was there even a speck of Quirrell's ashes.

Noah was not in a very good mood.

Damn, this wave of losses is huge.

He used up two of the fuel-air bombs that Hydra Military Industry had spent a lot of manpower and resources to produce, and also used up several space anchors with anti-apparition and no-fly effects that he had rushed to make for a whole week.

The only thing that ended up happening was the death of the insignificant Quirinus Quirrell.

This was far from what he expected.

According to his original plan, Quirrell should have died under the two fuel-air bombs sponsored by Hydra, and of course he actually did it.

But the subsequent development should be that he captured Voldemort's main soul.

His research on the soul was not very profound, but that was compared to other mages in Kamar-Taj. If he was faced with such a broken soul...

Noah was confident that he could capture it and make Voldemort a portable grandfather like Yao Lao, making it impossible for him to escape his clutches until the last bit of value was squeezed out.

But he didn't.

The opponent's escape speed was obviously much faster than he had imagined. Noah had already escaped the explosion at the fastest speed and returned to the scene.

Pity.

The biggest loss is not the two fuel-air bombs. As long as Hydra Military Industry works at full capacity to produce them, the modern assembly line operations can produce hundreds or thousands of them in minutes.

The biggest loss was the batch of space anchors used to counter apparitions. Those were engraved by Noah himself. These purely handmade things wasted a lot of his time and energy.

However, there is no other way to save this action plan that has only succeeded in one step.

Since all of this can only be attributed to sunk costs, it should be ruthlessly discarded.

Noah looked up at the golden-red light gradually approaching in the distant sky.

If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave.

He didn't want to deal with that troublesome old man until he could come up with a suitable excuse.

Then, he raised his hand and drew a circle in front of him, and an edge splashed

A portal of golden sparks quietly took shape in the void.

There was a clear metallic breaking sound from the ring on my hand.

When Noah stepped through the portal, the disposable ring he had hastily made on his hand broke.

The golden sparks gradually disappeared into the air, and the circular portal closed.

A moment later, Fox landed on the battlefield which had become a dead silent place. Golden-red flames ignited from its body and then spread out to form a human shape.

Dumbledore stepped out from the golden-red flames.

Looking at the messy battlefield in front of him, Dumbledore frowned.

He slowly squatted down and reached out to touch the soil that was still warm, but he did not sense any magical aura from the soil.

No, there is still a trace of residual magic.

Dumbledore's gaze drifted into the void. If Noah were here, he would find that Dumbledore's gaze fell exactly on the place where the portal was opened before.

"Muggle weapons..."

A faint silver light flashed more than 20 meters away and caught Dumbledore's eyes. He came to the place where the light was and found a piece of strange-shaped metal that had melted and then solidified again.

This strange magical aura...

"There are also magics that I have never seen before. They should be what Filius mentioned before."

His mind was racing, and Dumbledore kept thinking about what had happened tonight. It was all so strange.

Whether it was the reinforcements from the other side that suddenly appeared in the night sky, or the alchemical props prepared in advance.

It was as if this battle was completely planned by Noah.

While he was thinking, the sound of a broom flying at high speed suddenly came from the sky.

When the flying broom was about to crash into the ground, Professor McGonagall, who was riding on the broom, suddenly jumped up with an agility that was completely inconsistent with her age, and transformed into a tabby cat in the air.

The special body structure of cats perfectly offset the huge impact force from high speed to stillness. The tabby cat jumped up again and turned back into the image of a serious witch with tied hair in the air.

Professor McGonagall stretched out her hand, and the broom that had been thrown aside fell steadily into her hands.

Only then did she look at everything around her with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Albus, this, this is..."

Dumbledore turned his head and said, "This is the power of the Muggles. If I am not mistaken, this is the work of Mr. Shafrin."

The older cat girl widened her eyes in surprise, "You mean..."

"Although it's incredible, but..."

Having said this, the old wizard suddenly paused.

"I think we need to re-evaluate the power of the non-magical world. Their power has been greatly underestimated by wizards before."

and……

The second half of Dumbledore's unspoken sentence was -

It's time for them to re-evaluate the power that Noah Shafrin possesses.

No one knows how many tricks this child has hidden.

If he was not mistaken, their diligent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirinus Quirrell, should have been turned to ashes in the explosion just now.

No, not even a trace of ash was left.

He is just a first-year student who can achieve this simply by relying on the power of Muggles.

Has the power of Muggles now developed and increased to such a terrifying level?

There was a hint of reminiscence in Dumbledore's eyes, and he couldn't help but recall the speech he had given at Père Lachaise Cemetery that year, and the prophetic vision that had been shown in the speech.

This is just the extent of what Muggle forces can do.

What if Noah, who bridges the gap between the magical and non-magical worlds, combined wizards' alchemy with Muggle science?

To what extent will his power reach by then?

Chapter 73: Are you serious about taking half a step back?

The shocking explosion that occurred in the Forbidden Forest last night naturally caused an uproar in Hogwarts.

It was not even breakfast time yet, but the students, who had not slept at all the previous night, had already gathered in the castle hall. While waiting for the kitchen to deliver their meals, they were also speculating about what had happened outside the castle last night.

But all this has little to do with Noah himself.

After working hard for most of the night, he slept soundly in the dormitory. He did not wake up until nine o'clock in the morning, when the auditorium was open for lunch.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Draco sitting on the bed opposite him with an expression as if he wanted to say something but was hesitant.

Without even looking at Draco, Noah sat up and rubbed his sleepy eyes. Then he got out of bed, changed his clothes, and started washing up.

Because the initial investment did not achieve the expected return, Noah was in a bad mood due to the loss, so he didn't want to talk much now.

While Noah was brushing his teeth, the hesitant Draco finally made up his mind and walked to the bathroom door.

"You were the one who caused the explosion in the Forbidden Forest last night, weren't you?"

When Shirley and Hermione were attacked, Draco and Neville, who were returning to the basement of the castle together, had not gone far.

As long as they are not deaf,

Naturally, he could hear the loud explosion coming from upstairs.

However, when they hurriedly ran back to the eighth floor of the castle, Noah and Quirrell had already moved the battlefield to the dark forest several kilometers away.

"Yes." Noah, who was brushing his teeth, just uttered a short syllable.

Draco's tone became more serious. "So, you didn't go with us last night because you predicted that Shirley and Hermione would be in danger?"

Noah spat out the mouthwash in his mouth and turned to face Draco calmly.

"I just heard some inaccurate news in advance and I'm not 100% sure."

Draco clenched his fists. "Are we... holding you back?"

"Why do you think so?" Noah looked at Draco in surprise.

original……

Isn’t that how Noah sees himself?

However, Draco was just overthinking. Before he could be moved, he heard Noah continue to speak, "Be more confident and remove the question words. You are a burden to begin with."

Draco was shocked!

If he was able to defeat the opponent, he would have slid over and killed the opponent.

He did not ask himself what he could do to help Noah. He knew very well that the only reason he became a burden was because he was not strong enough.

Not to mention being as powerful as a legendary wizard like Professor Dumbledore, even if he was only at the level of an ordinary Auror, he could help Noah a lot.

Rubbing his cheeks which were a little red due to shame, when Draco put down his hands, the confusion in his eyes had been replaced by determination.

"Noah! Starting tomorrow! Increase the frequency and intensity of special training!"

"I do not have time."

Noah's light words instantly killed Draco's ambitions.

Draco just felt his fist harden.

If he couldn't beat him, he would have slid forward to make Noah realize who is the boss of this dormitory.

……

"Great! Noah!"

When Noah walked out of the corridor on the first basement floor, a petite figure with crimson hair rushed in from the door of the auditorium and crashed into Noah's arms like a red whirlwind.

Before Noah could figure out the situation, he felt a murderous intent that was much stronger than when he faced Voldemort last night.

He calmly held Shirley's shoulders in his arms, keeping the two of them at a relatively safe distance.

A safe distance where he doesn't have to worry about being hacked to pieces by the invisible sword.

“Shirley…”

Before he could finish his words, Shirley blurted out what she had been holding back all night, "Where on earth did you go last night?"