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Chapter 174: Why Didn’t You Call It the Ark?
🕑 Added 2025-05-31 13:28:07 +0000 UTCWhen Noah and Professor Snape arrived at Dumbledore’s office, it was already filled with people.
Honestly, Noah felt he didn’t need to be here for this kind of discussion, but he didn’t refuse either. Professor Binns’s class was unbearably dull, and he was a little curious to see how far Harry’s storyline—one he’d completely derailed—had gone.
He wasn’t disappointed. In fact, he was surprised.
Peter Pettigrew had already been killed—by him, no less, back when he was still disguised as Scabbers. Technically, the key to Voldemort’s resurrection had already been removed from the board.
And yet, here they were again.
Barty Crouch Jr. didn’t seem like an ordinary person at all.
According to the information provided by Lucius Malfoy, Barty Jr. was still preparing for Voldemort’s resurrection. And if Malfoy’s suspicions were correct, he might have even found the location of Voldemort’s current incarnation.
Barty had approached Malfoy to request help in luring Harry out of Hogwarts without attracting attention. His plan involved handing Harry a magical object—something pre-set with coordinates—to guide him to the place Barty had prepared.
Dumbledore took Lucius’s intel very seriously, and had called everyone here to strategize.
Noah and Professor Snape stood quietly at the back. Neither of them said anything, both lost in thought.
Snape wasn’t even sure what to say. His mind was consumed by thoughts of his daughter—and how to face Voldemort again.
Noah, on the other hand, was thinking pragmatically. Barty’s method was familiar, but it remained incredibly effective.
To fully resurrect Voldemort, specific ingredients were required: the bones of his Muggle father, blood from Harry Potter, flesh willingly given by a servant... along with a few disturbing rituals.
Disgusting? Absolutely. But effective? No doubt.
Obviously, such a ritual couldn’t be performed anywhere near Hogwarts. They needed Harry out of the way, and the enchanted object was meant to do just that.
How to get the object to Harry? That was Lucius’s job to figure out.
“Where do you think they’ll take Harry, Professor?” Noah asked in a low voice, rubbing his chin.
“Didn’t Dumbledore just say it would be at Voldemort’s father’s grave? Weren’t you listening?” Snape shot him a glance.
“I wasn’t exactly paying attention,” Noah admitted. “But yeah, that does sound like the most logical place. It’s secluded and perfect for the ritual setup.”
“So you had already figured it out. Why didn’t we?”
Noah rolled his eyes. Because I know the plot, obviously. Even if the storyline had gone off-script, he still knew more than anyone else in the room.
“By the way,” Snape said suddenly, “when you leave, who do you plan to hand the Room of Requirement over to?”
“Probably another Ravenclaw,” Noah shrugged. “Why?”
“The Room of Requirement is... dangerous. It can provide anything. You should pick someone conservative. Not like you—someone willing to dive into every form of magic, even the Dark Arts.”
“Hey, don’t judge me like that. You practiced Dark Magic too, didn’t you?” Noah retorted. “Besides, I’ve blocked access to knowledge that shouldn’t be available.”
“Blocked what? Don’t tell me your members don’t know about Horcruxes or resurrection magic.”
“They know, but they don’t know the details. I’m not stupid. You think I want to accidentally raise another Voldemort?”
Snape went silent again.
At the front, Dumbledore and the others had finished their discussion. The plan was simple: Sirius Black would scout out the graveyard. As an Animagus, he was perfect for stealth missions.
If the location was confirmed, Noah would step in.
His role? Hand Harry the portkey provided by Lucius. Since Noah was probably the only person Harry still trusted, it made sense.
If Draco tried to do it, Harry would ignore it outright.
The rest of the team would lie in ambush. Once Voldemort was resurrected, they’d wait and see if he tried to summon his Death Eaters. If he did—bam—end him.
Capturing high-ranking Death Eaters was more useful than letting Voldemort live.
After that, they’d begin purging corruption from within the British wizarding world.
But this couldn’t be rushed. Dumbledore even planned to keep Voldemort’s death a secret for a while, allowing people to think he had returned. That would draw out his remaining supporters.
The magical world had twelve great noble families. Not all were Death Eaters, but many had ties.
Cleaning house would be messy. No wonder Dumbledore was preparing for a long game.
To prepare for any tricks from Barty, Dumbledore decided to place magical tracking items on Harry. That way, if he disappeared, they could find him instantly—and teleport everyone to the scene.
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“By the way, if Professor Dumbledore becomes Minister of Magic, who’s going to be the new Headmaster?” Noah asked after the meeting, fiddling with the portkey.
“Either myself or Professor McGonagall,” Snape answered calmly, as if the decision didn’t matter.
“What about Professor Flitwick?”
“Filius is brilliant—but he’s a bit... short.”
Snape said it so flatly, it caught Noah off-guard.
Too short?
Okay, he had a point. Flitwick’s height didn’t exactly scream headmaster material, at least not to the traditionalists.
“So if you do become Headmaster, should I congratulate you in advance?”
“No. I’d rather not.” Snape looked away. “I was planning to retire—to spend time raising my daughter. But now... I think it’s better if I stay. There’s no safer place for her to grow up than Hogwarts. But I don’t want the job of Headmaster. It’s too exhausting.”
Noah nodded. He’d seen firsthand how Dumbledore was constantly busy. Most students didn’t realize just how often the Headmaster wasn’t even on campus.
Snape, who had just become a father, clearly didn’t want to give up his precious time for bureaucracy.
“Fair enough,” Noah said. “At least this way, all the people who hate you won’t have to panic.”
“Whether I’m Headmaster or not doesn’t affect their fear. If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.”
“Just one last thing,” Noah grinned. “About what I said earlier—can I take Lily as my apprentice when she’s older?”
“Absolutely not! She’ll earn her way into Kamar-Taj on her own!”
Noah laughed. He wasn’t serious anyway. He’d never try to pull strings where Snape’s daughter was concerned.
In truth, Snape had treated him well. He’d never betray that kindness.
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Noah returned to the Room of Requirement. It was empty—class was still in session, and the others hadn’t been dragged away like he had.
He walked to his usual seat and sat down, looking around at the now massive room, expanded thanks to spatial magic.
He felt a little reluctant to leave.
Three years ago, he’d been nothing more than a magic apprentice. Now, he was a Order 4 magician.
Among Hogwarts students, he was nearly unbeatable.
Among the professors? Just average. The Heads of House and Dumbledore were still miles ahead.
But even so, he was proud of how far he’d come. He’d surpassed 99% of all Hogwarts graduates.
“The only one I probably couldn’t surpass is Voldemort,” Noah mused aloud. “He reached Order 3 in his sixth year... maybe Order 4 by seventh. But he’s not me. I bet he capped at Order 4 just like I am now.”
He chuckled to himself.
In his dreams, he had always imagined becoming the most powerful magician at Hogwarts, graduating in glory, and heading to Kamar-Taj to make a name for himself among the Masters of the Mystic Arts.
Now... that might not even be necessary.
His League of Mages was thriving.
And with Kamar-Taj expanding into university-level education, he’d have plenty of opportunities to meet his old friends again.
Still, one thing bothered him.
“I can’t believe I didn’t name my organization Ark,” Noah sighed. “My name’s Noah. Total missed opportunity.”
