Noah had ascended to the top floor of Hogwarts Castle's tallest tower, the seventh floor, accompanied by the professors before him.
This was Dumbledore's office.
When the old man sat down at his desk, his eyes locked onto Noah, and Snape was the first to speak:
"Not even a flicker of remorse on your face. We are the ones trying to protect you, yet you go out and put your own life in danger. Pathetic."
Snape was unsurprising, as always. His insinuating words, the way he pressed each word out one after the other, and the contemptuous look in his eyes were truly irritating.
Still, Noah knew that this strange, pale-skinned man in front of him didn't say these words with malicious intent. He was just that kind of man.
"Not sure if I gotta tell that I am sorry, Professor," Noah said in a calm tone.
After Noah's words, this time it was McGonagall herself who spoke:
"You SURE are going to be brave again, dear Noah. Yet you are still missing the point that you should be calm now. Especially now that we know they are actively targeting you. You might not die, yet you still will be followed. What if you are stuck on a seal? What if you cannot move?"
At McGonagall's words, Noah rolled his eyes.
Everyone in that room knew how powerful he was. Actively fighting several Death Eaters on his own was easy. He was trained by many Aurors, and even if that wasn't the case, Dumbledore and McGonagall themselves were the ones who trained him for three whole years.
It wasn't hard to see that only a handful of people could kill him, and because he couldn't be killed under normal circumstances, the Death Eaters' actions in the outside world, at least within England, had slowed considerably.
After all, someone was walking around who couldn't be killed, even with the Killing Curse. This person was a young boy who could transform into different animals and was very good at spying.
"Everyone knows that's not the problem, Noah. In fact, contrary to what Professor Snape and McGonagall think, that's not the real reason I called you here."
When Dumbledore said these words, his eyes were fixed directly on Noah.
"May I ask why, Professor?" Noah asked in a calm tone.
"I summoned you here most likely to learn what you learned from the Death Eaters who tortured you. If you are ready, tell me. After all, it is clear that torture was inevitable since you learned the trade from Moody," Professor Dumbledore said calmly.
When Noah heard these words, he shook his head and replied, "As always. They are truly loyal to him. I have not learned what they did with the blood samples they collected from my family years ago."
These words had given Dumbledore pause for thought for some time, and just as in previous years, this old madman was unable to conclude.
The blood of a High-Arch Vampire could truly extend one's lifespan, miraculously regenerate severed limbs, and even manage to revive someone close to death.
Still, there was nowhere the Death Eaters could use this blood.
After all, the Dark Lord was long gone; even if there were ways he could return, that was all anyone knew for certain at present.
"Still, I've managed to find something else," Noah said suddenly, his words once again capturing Dumbledore's attention.
"What is it?" McGonagall inquired with great curiosity.
"I'm certain there are many Death Eaters within the Ministry of Magic. Particularly, the Death Eater portals in London and Birmingham—at least, most of the ones I've found are connected to the Ministry. I didn't enter any of the portals so as not to be seen following them, but I'm certain of this," Noah replied.
"Very well. It's good to know that. Stay at the school for a while; try not to leave the castle," Dumbledore said in his calm tone.
"I must refuse, Professor. I have to go to the Forbidden Forest; I must meet with Bane. Even if I'm certain the Death Eaters can't sway the centaurs to their side, I still have to meet with them. If I give them a drop of my blood, I'm sure every one of them will accept it," Noah replied.
At his words, Snape, who was already in a foul mood, suddenly snorted, "Tch!" and then added, "You'll be making a foolish move, Noah."
Noah rolled his eyes and then said, "It's just a possibility, Professor. We must consider every possibility," he said, then looked at the wall clock in Dumbledore's office.
When he saw that it was getting late, he took a deep breath and asked, "I promised Hagrid I would help him with the plants tomorrow. With your permission, may I go?"
After these words, Dumbledore showed him the door, and Noah left the office within seconds.
The young man really needed to rest. After all, although it was difficult to kill him and he took very heavy damage, he still fought for a long time and continued to chase Death Eaters with some Aurors or those he thought were associated with them for days without sleep.
So he hadn't shaken off his fatigue yet.
He needed to sleep and meet Hagrid tomorrow.
And that's what he did. His room was in one of the towers attached to the castle at the rear. Since he spent almost every day of the year other than summer in the castle and had little contact with others, the entire tower could be said to have been given to him.
He soon reached his tower and entered the room at the very top, flinging himself fully onto his bed.
He was too tired even to bother changing out of his daily clothes.
The tower was located quite close to the areas where Hogwarts' four houses were situated. So it wasn't too difficult to understand why Dumbledore had given him this tower.
Noah was the one who would rush to the front even before the Professors in any trouble. The old madman had thought that at least he could make Noah's job easier.
When he lay his head on the pillow and fell asleep shortly afterwards, he had a nightmare that he would regret when he woke up. It was exactly the same as his usual nightmare.
Although these nightmares had decreased considerably thanks to Molly Weasley helping Noah with them for a while, the young man had experienced something quite terrible in his childhood.
So this nightmare couldn't disappear.
After that awful nightmare, in which he felt as if he had been watching his family's dead bodies for days, he woke up drenched in sweat and quickly took a shower and got dressed.
Since he had to wear his Ravenclaw robe while inside the castle, he had to get fully dressed and then leave his room and the tower.
Almost every step he took in the corridor, someone greeted him and called out to him.
"Morning, Noah, hope you slept well," said a Gryffindor student.
"Going to Hagrid's, Noah? Be careful, it rained, don't slip on the road," said a Ravenclaw student.
This was something Noah was quite used to. After all, it happened every day he was in the castle. It didn't bother him; it was just something that happened every day.
Because the young man did the same things every day, the fifth and sixth-year students had practically memorised his daily routine.
As Noah responded to their greetings, each of them continued on their way. The young man, however, had set off from the castle grounds towards Hagrid's Hut and had already been greeted by Hagrid, who was tending to the garden in front of the hut.
The young man would spend a few hours here.