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Chapter 106: Novice Village Boss
🕑 Added 2025-04-08 11:49:55 +0000 UTC
The surname Weasley belongs to a prestigious pure-blood family in the wizarding world.
However, unlike most pure-blood families, the Weasleys have always shown respect and kindness toward Muggles. They firmly believe that both pure-blood and Muggle-born wizards are equals.
Unfortunately, such progressive thinking wasn't well-received when Lord Voldemort rose to power.
With his ideology of pure-blood supremacy sweeping across the British wizarding world, the Weasleys found themselves scorned and ostracized by other pure-blood families. Their influence and status declined sharply.
Even after Voldemort’s first downfall, things didn’t improve. Many pure-blood families still believed he would return, and the stigma attached to the Weasleys persisted.
Yet, despite the family's dwindling social standing, the Weasley children proved to be remarkably gifted.
Well... except for Ron, who—at the moment—seemed directionless (not that they knew he was secretly hanging out with Noah). The rest were truly exceptional.
Take Bill Weasley, the eldest son—he was a former Head Boy and prefect at Hogwarts, and a brilliant wizard in his own right.
Then there was Charlie Weasley, the second son. Though his academic record wasn’t extraordinary, his talent in Quidditch was outstanding—he became the captain of Gryffindor’s team.
Percy Weasley, the third son, was strict and rule-abiding, much like Bill. He also served as a Gryffindor prefect and later Head Boy. He would go on to join the Department of International Magical Cooperation and eventually become an assistant to the Minister for Magic.
Then came the famous twins—Fred and George Weasley. Though known for their mischief and pranks, they were geniuses in their own way. They invented Ton-Tongue Toffees, Canary Creams, Headless Hats, and more, later founding a booming joke shop, Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.
As for Ron and Ginny, the youngest of the siblings—Ron would eventually become an accomplished Auror, and Ginny would go on to marry Harry Potter… though none of that was clear at this point.
Despite their hardships, the Weasleys represented hope.
Another distinct feature of the family was their iconic red hair. Simply hearing the name “Weasley” was usually enough to know exactly who someone was referring to.
When Harry mentioned the girl's surname, everyone except Noah was stunned.
A girl?
A Weasley?!
They immediately realized it must be Ginny Weasley, the youngest in the family.
This revelation made Professor McGonagall feel as if the world had spun off its axis.
Why Ginny?
Why her, of all people?
Why would a Weasley associate with a Parselmouth?
Why did she know how to open the Chamber of Secrets?
And more importantly… why did she open it?
These thoughts raced through McGonagall's mind, and for a moment, she looked as if she might faint.
“Professor McGonagall, are you alright?” Noah asked, noticing her pale expression.
“I’m fine,” she answered with a heavy sigh—but was she really?
"I think rather than speculating, we should call Miss Weasley here and ask her directly. Perhaps we’ll learn whether this Parselmouth manipulated her."
Noah’s casual suggestion lit a spark in the professors’ gloomy expressions.
He was right.
The Weasleys' values made it unlikely Ginny would support pure-blood ideologies. They were probably just overthinking it.
Professor McGonagall nodded, collected herself, and led the other professors toward the Gryffindor common room.
Noah, Harry, and Draco followed behind.
But Noah stopped suddenly after a few steps, causing Harry and Draco to pause in confusion.
Draco, of course, didn’t dare to speak first. His mind was still spinning.
Harry, being more straightforward, asked, “What’s wrong, Noah? Aren’t you coming?”
“Of course I am,” Noah smiled. “But there’s something I need to do first.”
He glanced toward the dying Basilisk—still alive, but barely.
With a flick of his wand, silver light flashed—"Sectumsempra!" Noah whispered coldly, slashing his wand downward with precision straight into the creature’s heart.
The basilisk didn’t even have time to scream before it slumped to the ground, lifeless. A trickle of dark blood spilled from its heart—whatever was left of it, anyway. Most of its blood had already been drained earlier.
The sudden burst of magic drew the attention of the professors.
Professor Snape frowned. “Noah, what are you doing?”
“Cleaning up,” Noah replied casually. “We’re just going to leave this thing here?”
Then he sighed, “What a waste. I was in a rush and couldn’t aim properly. If I’d pierced its heart cleanly, this would’ve made excellent material.”
“A real shame,” Snape nodded solemnly. “Its blood can be used in rare potions. Its nerves—excellent wand cores. Eyes? Priceless. Even the bones and fangs have value.”
“You two—this isn’t the time,” McGonagall interrupted sharply. “Severus, this is Mr. Finnel’s trophy. You can discuss it with him later. We have more pressing matters right now.”
McGonagall looked a little unsettled.
Snape… chatting with a Ravenclaw student like that?
Sure, Snape had always treated Noah fairly since first year. But now? He was speaking to him almost like an equal.
Then it struck her.
Noah’s identity wasn’t ordinary at all.
After all, Noah’s teacher was the Sorcerer Supreme.
When Dumbledore had sent a letter to Kamar-Taj, The Ancient One had personally replied.
McGonagall had read that letter, as had Snape, Flitwick, and Sprout. They had all been shocked, but deeply proud—especially Professor Flitwick, who had mentored Noah early on.
Snape’s recent behavior now made a lot more sense.
Still… McGonagall couldn’t shake a certain unease.
Meanwhile, Noah turned his attention to Draco Malfoy.
This kid was still following them?
“Mr. Malfoy, what’s going on? Why are you still tagging along?”
“I—”
“Look, if you’ve got something to say, say it. Otherwise, I’ll deal with you another time.”
“I… I just want to know why you’re so powerful.”
Draco hesitated but finally blurted it out.
It was a childish question—but a valid one. In fact, it was the question everyone at Hogwarts was asking.
After tonight, that question would burn even brighter.
Even those who didn’t witness the basilisk being killed had seen the aftermath—its massive body coiled up, charred and lifeless. A monster turned to ash.
“What’s the issue? So I’m powerful—so what?” Noah shrugged. “That’s the result of my own hard work.”
“But… don’t you think your parents might be magicians?” Draco asked awkwardly.
“Magicians? I have no idea. And it doesn’t matter,” Noah said flatly. “Even if they are, so what? You know who the most powerful magician in this world is?”
“I know—it’s You-Know-Who!”
“Voldemort?” Noah raised an eyebrow. “Here’s some advice, Malfoy. Go ask your father—he’s obsessed with pure-bloods, right? Maybe he’s read more books than you. Or better yet, ask the professors here who the most powerful magician really is.”
“You—you actually said his name aloud?! Aren’t you afraid he’ll come after you?! Don’t say it again!”
Draco looked horrified.
Even though he was still a brat at this stage, he had a conscience—and he genuinely feared Noah would bring Voldemort’s wrath upon himself.
“Noah isn’t afraid,” Snape said suddenly, “and as for the Dark Lord... compared to her, he’s nothing more than a speck of dust.”
Snape’s words shocked Draco speechless.
Her?
Was he referring to The Ancient One?
Noah clapped Draco on the shoulder with a sly grin.
“The world is vast, Mr. Malfoy. Your vision is too narrow. The greatest wizard believes all born wizards are equals.”
“And haven’t you noticed?” Noah continued. “The so-called ‘Dark Lord’ only dares to cause trouble in Britain. He doesn’t even dare step foot in the rest of Europe—let alone the world.”
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