Hogwarts: I act like a boss in front of Hermione

Time always passes quickly on the road, and the Hogwarts express train has arrived at platform nine and three-quarters of London's King's Cross Station.

In the eyes of the little Slytherin wizard, Noel seemed to be sleeping all the time. He didn't understand why he slept in broad daylight, but no one dared to disturb him.

Only Noel himself knows the true situation. During this journey home, he had been constructing and optimizing hundreds of spell circuits in his mind.

The success of genius often really requires 99% of the sweat.

……

After getting off the bus and having dinner with Hermione and her family, Noel returned to his home, No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Kreacher, I need to retreat for a week. During this time, you are not allowed to enter the study."

In order to prevent Kreacher from discovering the secret, Noel used some mental intimidation while speaking.

"Okay, little master."

Kreacher took the suitcase from Noel and followed the owner, obeying his arrangements.

"Kreacher, there is another mission. During my retreat, help me find some of your tribe members, the ones who have no masters."

Bang!Bang!Bang!

"Ah! Little Master, don't you want me anymore? Kreacher has done something wrong, please punish Kreacher! Don't drive Kreacher away!"

Kreacher panicked when he heard his master asked him to find other house elves. He thought he had done something wrong to make his master not want him.

He quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Noel with all his strength, asking him to punish him.

"Heal yourself as before!"

After realizing that Kreacher had misunderstood him, Noel quickly helped him up and used a magic spell to remove the scar on Kreacher's forehead.

"Don't think blindly, how could I not want you. I already regard you as my family, Kreacher. You have to understand this!

The reason I asked you to find a house elf is because the Black family will be very busy in the future, and you can't handle it alone, so I want to find some subordinates for you. Kreacher prepares to be the High Steward of House Black. "

"Yes! Little master, Kreacher will complete your mission!"

……

A week later, a middle-aged man with blond hair appeared in Furstenberg Square with a twelve-year-old boy. Pedestrians passing by would look back at the boy because his eyes were a rare purple.

In this era before the proliferation of cosmetic contact lenses, purple eyes were very rare.

"Is this the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic?"

Noel looked at the crowds coming and going, and occasionally there were a few couples pursuing romance, engaging in French tongue kisses here.

"Yes, Master. Directly below the square is the French Ministry of Magic."

He didn't like being watched by the Muggles around him, but his master had no intention of leaving immediately. Lucius could only suppress the disgust in his heart and introduced the French Ministry of Magic to Noel.

"There are five statues here, four in four directions on the edge of the square, and the last statue, which is the one in front of us. They are all the entrances to the French Ministry of Magic."

"Master, have you really decided to do this?"

"The British wizarding world is too small. My goal is to rule the entire world. France is just the beginning of my first five-year plan. What's wrong, Lucius. Do you want to quit?"

Noel looked at Lucius Malfoy in front of him coldly. This man was quite qualified to be his finance minister, but regarding the war, as Voldemort's confidant, Noel was a little disappointed with him.

"No, Master. I will always follow you."

Looking at the cold light in those deep purple eyes, Lucius Malfoy felt that the air around him was condensing.

"Okay, as long as you put on that ring, you won't be injured tomorrow. Now I'll take you to visit this city known as the Romantic City."

"Master, what is there to see in this Muggle world? We should go to the place where wizards gather."

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute. Just follow me obediently!"

Noel stopped and rolled an annoyed look at Lucius behind him.

Looking at the master walking in front, Lucius touched the ring and prayed that tomorrow's plan would succeed.

……

At night, Noel returned to Furstenberg Square alone.

"The French Ministry of Magic is actually a hundred meters underground, and there are so many magic barriers around it. Lucius told me that there are only five entrances to the Ministry of Magic, but just in case, I have to surround the entire Ministry of Magic. Apply a trap ward."

Although it is not his own territory, Noel still plans to make hundreds of millions of preparations before the war begins.

"Come out, my missing body!"

"You called me out so late. You have to give me overtime pay!" The clone looked at the dark surroundings, dissatisfied with Noel calling him out.

"Don't be poor. The Ministry of Magic is so big and wants to build a trap that can only be entered but not exited. I can't do it alone. Let's start!"

Noel ignored his clone's complaints and used earth escape magic to slowly sink into the ground.

……

"Haha, my dear Lucius. We haven't seen each other for a long time. You also know that today is Wednesday, and there are a lot of meetings at the Ministry of Magic. I kept you waiting. Recently, magical animals have been attacking Muggles like crazy, and it's really bothering me. Worried."

The person who came was none other than the current Minister of Magic in France, Laurent Gerard. When he pushed away from his office, he walked up to Malfoy, who had already finished a cup of Earl Gray tea, and immediately gave him a big hug. It's like meeting an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years and talking about my recent troubles.

"Haha, my respected Minister Jela. Allow me to introduce to you the person next to me. He is our youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in the UK, Noel Black."

After getting rid of Gela's embrace, Lucius stepped aside and introduced his master to the French Minister of Magic.

"Haha, I know you. Mr. Black. Although this is France, I read every issue of the Daily Prophet. You are so young and promising."

Although he didn't know why Malfoy came here with a young wizard, Laurent Gerard still smiled and complimented Noel with the enthusiasm unique to French men.

"Nice to meet you, Minister Gela. I heard that you are an Auror. In your early years, you have been focusing on catching dark wizards. I am very curious about how you became good friends with Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort's henchman. friend's."

When the little wizard in front of him mentioned the name Voldemort, the smile on Laurent Gerard's face disappeared instantly, and he looked at Lucius with a gloomy face. Lucius, on the other hand, kept a smile on his face and said nothing. This disappointed him.

Hey, just think of it as a child's talk.

With this thought in mind, Jela smiled at Noel again.