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Chapter 237: Hello, Professor Dumbledore
🕑 Added 2025-07-13 06:18:59 +0000 UTCDennis didn’t follow Noah in the end, because what Dennis said was true. Noah and Professor Dumbledore indeed had a lot to talk about. The old and the young had once been principal and student, but now, many years later, one was the Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, and the other was the Guardian of the Kamar-Taj London Temple.
It could be said that these two had many topics to discuss, whether it was magic knowledge or the future of the British Ministry of Magic. Anyone who stood there would probably feel uncomfortable, right?
Noah had thought about this and decided to let Dennis do his own thing. Noah walked downstairs slowly. He could sense that Dumbledore had arrived with his team, but they were waiting outside, hesitant to enter without permission.
Noah didn’t intend to embarrass Professor Dumbledore and the others. He turned his magic and the door of the temple opened immediately. He found a seat and sat down, quietly waiting for their arrival.
“It seems our new guardian of the temple knew we were here,” Dumbledore said, smiling at Arthur Weasley beside him as they stood outside the door.
This time, Dumbledore had brought only three people with him: Arthur, the current Director of the Department of Muggle Affairs, and Ron, who worked as an Auror in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
It was clear that the Weasley family had received exceptional attention from Dumbledore. How else could Dumbledore only bring the Director of the Muggle Affairs Department and the Captain of the Aurors to such an occasion?
In addition to Dumbledore’s trust in them, their positions in the Ministry of Magic had earned them such recognition.
“Yes, Minister. But, with only three of us here, don’t you think it’s a bit…” Arthur started to say.
Arthur noticed the open door and, although people were coming and going around, no one paid any attention to it. No one even noticed the building in their midst. People continued on their way, talking and laughing, oblivious to the presence of Dumbledore and his companions.
Arthur, however, had long grown accustomed to being ignored in such situations. His main concern was whether their presence would seem disrespectful, especially since, except for Dumbledore, the others didn’t hold high enough positions or have the necessary magical expertise.
“Don’t worry, Arthur, there’s no issue. The magicians of Kamar-Taj are closer to ordinary people. It might even be better to have you along,” Dumbledore reassured him.
Indeed, Kamar-Taj never cared about blood status—pure-blood or Muggle-born. They held a better attitude toward ordinary people than many parts of the magical world. Dumbledore felt that having Arthur, who understood ordinary people, was the best choice.
“Alright, Minister, I’ll leave it to you,” Arthur Weasley nodded in resignation.
"In fact, if it weren't for the quota limit, I would have brought Ron along too, don’t you think?" Dumbledore added with a slight smile.
"Thank you, Minister. Ron is my pride," Arthur said, pleased.
As they spoke, the three of them slowly entered the temple. Arthur and Ron, both visiting for the first time, were filled with curiosity. Dumbledore had last been here when he was Minister of Magic.
“Minister, do you know the new guardian?” Arthur asked, taking in the surroundings.
“No, my old friend,” Dumbledore replied, shaking his head. “There are too many magicians in Kamar-Taj. But it’s certain that the one who serves as the guardian here is no ordinary person.”
“What about the previous guardian?”
“Sir Heniel? He was a pragmatic and powerful magician. I originally thought his disciple would take over, but it seems the Supreme Master made a personal decision.”
Dumbledore lowered his voice as they continued, but soon quieted as they reached the main hall. It was important to be respectful when meeting important people.
But as they entered, they saw someone sitting in the hall, idly playing with his mobile phone. They all stopped in their tracks.
Arthur was taken aback. He didn’t expect the person receiving them to be so casual, but he didn’t feel it was his place to comment.
Frowning, Arthur wondered whether the new guardian of the Temple didn’t take them seriously. While the Ministry of Magic and the Temple were supposed to be on equal footing, the Temple, being part of Kamar-Taj, played a critical role in mediating for the British Ministry during tough times. The Ministry highly valued the Temple's help, particularly when facing major troubles.
Though Arthur had never seen Noah, he knew that his influence was immense. He couldn’t understand why the young man was behaving in such a manner.
Confused, Arthur looked to Dumbledore, the Minister, for guidance. What he didn’t expect was to see Dumbledore’s eyes widen in astonishment. Ron’s expression mirrored Dumbledore’s, even more exaggerated.
Before Arthur could inquire, Dumbledore’s stunned expression faded, replaced by a smile.
“Noah, don’t tell me you are the current guardian of the temple, right?” Dumbledore asked with a grin, addressing the young man casually sitting in front of them, phone in hand.
Arthur was speechless. This young man was Noah? Noah Finniel—the elder of his son, the founder of the Mage Alliance, the inventor of meditation, and the direct disciple of the Ancient One?
Arthur glanced at his son, who was smiling as well. Ron seemed to know this person too.
Arthur’s mind raced. Was this really the legendary Noah, but wasn’t he just in his twenties? How had he come to hold such an important position?
“Although it’s a bit embarrassing, I really did take this position, though I had to persuade my teacher to let me have it,” Noah said, putting his phone away and standing up. He smiled at Dumbledore and the others. “Although it’s only been two years since we last met, Ron, we haven’t seen each other in a while. And, hello, Mr. Weasley.”
Noah was familiar with everyone in the room. He had known Dumbledore and Ron for years, and he had met Arthur several times—most notably eight or nine years ago when they discussed how to face Voldemort.
After some small talk, Noah led them to sit down. He had many questions for Professor Dumbledore. He had been deeply absorbed in his studies for the past two years and had little knowledge of the outside world.
“Professor Dumbledore, sorry—no, it may be hard for me to change my habit of calling you ‘Professor’,” Noah started.
“Don’t worry,” Dumbledore reassured him. “I prefer being called ‘Professor’ rather than ‘Minister’. You know, I’m still attending classes. To be honest, I think I am more suited to Hogwarts.”
Noah chuckled before asking, “Can you update me on the mutants’ situation?”
At the mention of mutants, Dumbledore’s expression shifted. “I have to say, these mutants are really fascinating. They now regard the magical world as their home. It seems your prediction was right.”
When the Ancient One had communicated with Dumbledore about bringing mutants into the British magical world, Dumbledore had been nervous. But after Noah’s private assurance that he would intervene if necessary, Dumbledore agreed. Now, the mutants were fully integrated into the magical world, adopting it as their own.
