The years of welding at Hogwarts

"Why didn't you tell us if you were safe after the battle? Do you know how scared we were!"

"Professor Flitwick told me that they didn't find you in the Forbidden Forest, and they won't let us go out to look for you!"

Shirley looked aggrieved and asked in a worried and anxious tone.

The girl's face was still pale. Although she bit her lips tightly to suppress the urge to cry, tears still fell from her eyes one by one.

The whole night!

As they ran to Headmaster Dumbledore's office for help, they were worried all the way whether Noah would be killed by the mysterious attacker.

This worry reached its peak especially when they brought Dumbledore to the corridor where the attack took place, but did not see Noah, only a mess on the ground.

Later, a shocking explosion occurred in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, but the professors refused to take them there no matter what.

They could only return to the Ravenclaw common room under the guidance of Professor Flitwick. They stayed awake in the common room and fell into a drowsy sleep in the second half of the night due to the constant fear.

"OK OK."

Noah raised his hand and gently patted the girl's back, but his eyes couldn't help but drift towards his father-in-law standing at the entrance of the auditorium in the distance. Bah, Snape.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the rules he had made with Snape, although he had never abided by them before.

But even if he didn't comply, he didn't do it in front of the old bat as blatantly as he did now.

"Am I okay?"

After secretly glancing behind Shirley, Noah withdrew his gaze from Snape in the distance, but his expression had just relaxed for less than half a second before it suddenly froze again.

Wait, what did Shirley just say?

us?

Did he forget about that other girl?

Noah suddenly felt a resentful gaze staring at him from another direction.

He turned his head slowly, and immediately met Hermione's expressionless eyes, which were as deep as an ancient well. At this moment, these eyes without any emotion were staring at him in a rather scary manner, like a dead abyss.

Noah took a half step back awkwardly and distanced himself from Shirley.

The red-haired girl looked at Noah who was retreating with a resentful expression. Are you serious about taking a half step back...

Damn, this guy really has no emotional intelligence at all!

Without caring about Shirley's inner thoughts, he stepped back halfway.

After taking a few steps, Noah felt like something was wrong.

Wait, why does he have this guilty feeling?

A cold voice as if coming from the underworld sounded beside him, "Come with me, Dumbledore wants to see you."

Noah looked up and saw the familiar figure of the old bat, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Damn, the savior finally came.

He followed Snape's figure and trotted up the marble steps in the center of the castle's entrance hall.

"I'll come right away."

Chapter 74 If a person is killed, he will die.

The place Snape took Noah to was not the gloomy Potions office, but Professor McGonagall's.

However, this office has now been borrowed by Dumbledore.

Four exquisite armchairs that were temporarily transformed by Transfiguration were placed in a circle. Sitting in front of the old bee, the old bat and the old cat lady, Noah felt like a prisoner being tried in three courts.

Although he did not commit any crime except for night wandering, and was not caught by the professors for night wandering, it is well known that as long as one is not caught for night wandering, it means that he did not wander at night.

Even if Shirley and Hermione went to Dumbledore for help during curfew, they were not considered to be caught wandering at night without direct evidence or eyewitnesses.

So he didn't feel panicked, not even a little bit.

"Mr. Shafrin, could you please tell us what happened last night?"

"The attacker is Professor Quirrell. His target is the treasure you placed in the restricted area on the fourth floor of the castle. He wants to threaten Professor Snape with Shirley's life to help him pass through the trapdoor guarded by the three-headed dog."

Noah didn't believe that Dumbledore didn't notice Quirrell's abnormality. Maybe Quirrell would go to the Albanian forest to adventure and be possessed by Voldemort. All this was within Dumbledore's expectations.

To the meticulous White Devil, these may just be tests he arranged for the Savior.

Noah had no intention of participating in Dumbledore's carefully woven plan to train a savior, so he threw out the answer to the question very directly.

He even told others some things that he shouldn't have known.

After all, Dumbledore already knew that he wandered around the castle every night.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know that it was Dumbledore's sting operation. If someone insisted that he was unaware of it, then Dumbledore would feel confused and surprised.

"To be more precise, the attacker should be Voldemort. Voldemort is parasitic on the back of Quirrell's head."

Anyway, I have said so much, it doesn’t matter if there is any more shocking news.

Professor McGonagall, who was unaware of the situation, widened her eyes, and although Snape seemed shocked, he did not show it.

He noticed Quirrell's abnormality early on.

So, Quirrell attacked Shirley because of what he said to Quirrell in the Forbidden Forest that day?

First Lily, then Shirley...

Snape clenched his fists tightly.

He suddenly felt a little scared.

If Noah had not foreseen the danger and taken some countermeasures in advance, Shirley would have been in danger.

Although Quirrell, no, it's Voldemort.

Although Voldemort would not kill Shirley, he would only use her life to force Snape to do things for him, but Snape could not tolerate anything that put Shirley in danger.

More than ten years ago, the part of the prophecy he leaked to Voldemort had indirectly killed Lily, and this incident still filled him with guilt.

He couldn't let Shirley be in even the slightest danger again.

Now that I know the secret of Voldemort's immortality...

In his heart, he silently marked Voldemort, who had repeatedly crossed his bottom line, as a sign of certain death.

Professor McGonagall looked at Noah, but there was not much doubt in her eyes. She just needed a positive answer to help her strengthen her judgment on the matter.

"Is this matter reliable?"

Noah pointed to his eyes, "I saw it with my own eyes. Professor Quirrell took off his turban."

No one asked where Noah Chilo had gone. They were not fools, so they could naturally judge something from the traces left at the battle scene last night.

"Then, the explosion last night..." Professor McGonagall had a probing look on her face.

"That's a weapon used by Muggles, called a fuel-air bomb."

After just a few simple questions and a general understanding of the entire course of events last night, Dumbledore signaled Noah that he could leave.

After Noah left, there was silence in the office for a long time.

"Severus, Minerva."

Dumbledore was the first to break the silence. He crossed his hands in front of him and leaned back in his chair. "The You-Know-Who is not dead. He will come back."

Without waiting for the two to speak, Dumbledore continued, "But that's not what I'm worried about. I'm afraid that our future may require us to face a darkness deeper than that of the You-Know-Who."

Noah's behavior was completely beyond his expectations.

There was another long silence before Professor McGonagall spoke slowly, "Albus, that child shouldn't be so far gone as to do that, right?"

"Why do you think so, Minerva?"

Dumbledore sighed quietly, "The future is uncertain.

No one can tell..."

Noah still did not follow his wishes and still maintained contact with the non-magical world.

"Although the two had similar growth experiences, the child and the mysterious man are different. The mysterious man does not understand what it means to..."

Professor McGonagall still insisted on her opinion, "Love."

"The You-Know-Who has no friends, no family, only a group of servants and slaves who are subservient to his terrible power."

Facing the stubborn Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Love is powerful, but it is not enough to make it a shackle that prevents Mr. Shafrin from becoming the next Dark Lord."

"Especially when the things he loves are destroyed, this power will only make him more crazy."

"Dumbledore, you have changed." Professor McGonagall just said calmly.

"Before, you believed in the greatness of love. You said that the power of love surpasses any magic in the world, and even the most evil killing curse cannot destroy it in the slightest."

"But now you say that love is not enough to guide Noah's growth trajectory and make him a good person."

Glancing at Snape, who was keeping his head down and silent, as if thinking about something else, Dumbledore's eyes revealed a trace of confusion.

"He does have love, but that doesn't make me trust him unconditionally and won't become the next Dark Lord."

"Albus, I'm afraid I cannot agree with that."

Professor McGonagall stood up and said, "I will guide the child in my own way. I hope you won't interfere."

Watching Professor McGonagall's gradually receding figure, Dumbledore rubbed his forehead with a headache.

Glancing at Snape, who was still silent and looked troubled, Dumbledore felt even more headache.

Not only Minerva, it seems that even Severus Snape, the Potions Professor whom he had trusted the most, has changed under the influence of that child.

He could no longer be as confident and bold as before and give all his trust to the other party.

However, Minerva was right, he was wrong about one thing.

That child has love. No one can predict what will happen in the future. He is just speculating about the future based on his own subjective assumptions.

Those illusory things shouldn't be the problems that bother him now.

The most urgent task is Voldemort, who may make a comeback at any time. Once he is successfully resurrected, what kind of catastrophe will he bring to the wizarding world?

The threat of Voldemort is the most important thing at this moment.

Dumbledore was still clear about the priority of this matter.

"Severus," Dumbledore looked sincerely into Snape's calm black eyes, "I beg you to help Harry a little more, okay?"

"He's the only one who can beat Tom."

Snape did not answer.

He never believed in any bullshit prophecy that only Voldemort's destined opponent could kill Voldemort.

When people are killed, they die, even Voldemort is no exception.

Since Voldemort dared to attack Shirley, she must be mentally prepared to face his wrath.

He didn't have to do anything to help Harry. As long as he killed Voldemort, everything would be fine.

"Don't let the grudges of the previous generation affect your judgment of the child. He is actually a very likable child, and other professors have good opinions about him."

Snape sneered contemptuously, "Oh, flattering?"

Snape sneered at Dumbledore's statement.

Ron, the Savior's good friend, reminded him of Sirius who used to hang out with James.

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Although Snape had never heard of this Eastern proverb, it did not affect the fact that there are similar sayings here.

I don’t know how Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, who are such nice people, could raise such a little bastard.

If Harry and Ron continued to hang out...

It is hard to say what Dumbledore's evaluation of the Savior is at this moment.

If Snape hadn't had to maintain a paralyzed face in order to maintain the operation of the brain occupation technique, his eyes would have rolled to the sky.

"I only see that Mr. Pott is as useless as his father. Even the extremely dull Neville Longbottom is more likable than him."

Dumbledore's expression was slightly stiff. "Please protect Harry, okay?"

Snape did not respond directly to Dumbledore's request, but spoke slowly in a leisurely tone, "As long as all the enemies are dead, there will be no danger at all."

Dumbledore: ...