Chapter 1603

"Oh! It's you? You're that... That..."

When Ron was the first to find a round figure coming out from the other end of the yard, although he could not think of each other's name at the first time, he immediately realized that the fat man had seen him in Hogwarts.

"Noah," the fat man said happily to several of his peers gathered here, and then nodded to Ron, "Noah hornheim... Yes, I remember you. You're Harry Potter, aren't you?"

"No! No, no... Harry's not red hair!" Ron quickly waved his hand. "I'm Ron Weiss - ah! I remember, you're the son of alchemist Alessandro!"

As soon as fat Noah heard this, he couldn't help but curl his mouth awkwardly.

"You're right, that's my father..." he shrugged. "But you know, I don't usually introduce myself to others like that - I'm me and don't have to take my father."

Noah's father is also a well-known contemporary figure, and his ancestor is a generation of wizards in the history of alchemy. Even the Muggle world has recorded it in historical documents.

As a descendant of a family with many outstanding talents, it has both advantages and disadvantages - the advantage is that the family is rich and has no worries about life; As for the disadvantages, if you don't have much ability and talent, then the huge family reputation and huge resources will become a huge burden enough to crush a person several times.

In the past, Noah was actually a mediocre who could not see the potential in his "old line" of work. Even if his father never asked him to do anything, as long as he went out to see people, he would still be compared with his father again and again.

To be honest, Noah didn't try hard.

When he was a child, he was far from as fat as he is now. Once upon a time, he was also a child who took his father as his example and goal.

Unfortunately, in alchemy, talent is often the foundation. Without a certain talent, even getting started will be a huge problem.

However, up to now, facts have proved that Noah still has talent, and his talent is not small! But at present, I'm afraid no one can figure out whether his talent lies in "alchemy" or his "good luck".

"Anyway, just call me Noah!"

After getting part of the inheritance of Nicole LeMay, the fat man probably hasn't completely recalled it, so he still hates that others talk about his father when they talk about himself.

But seriously, at least on the side of Maka and brova fort, the feeling of being compared with my father and ancestors is obviously much smaller. After all, even if the great ancestor came, it seemed that he might not be able to rise steadily in front of Maka and his uncle brova.

Noah felt relaxed because he didn't even need to make comparisons.

On Ron's side, he became more sensitive to other people's mood changes. Obviously, he soon realized that he might have said the wrong thing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Noah," he said, patting each other's strong arm. "Believe me, I can understand your feeling - even most of us here understand! Because who calls us all have an old classmate named 'Marca McLean'?"

"Well," the fat man couldn't help pulling at the corners of his mouth when he heard what you said, "I immediately thought you were much worse than me!"

"Hey, who says not?" Ron smiled bitterly, then waved his hand at will. "But it's actually OK. After all, you have to understand that once the gap is too big to imagine, what jealousy, inferiority, loss and pain... Doesn't matter at all!"

When Ron said this, Neville seemed to have other ideas. He couldn't help interrupting:

"Don't say that! Ron, there must be no need for jealousy, but you can't slack off where you should work, can you? There are some things I know - you don't have to learn and train yourself less than others!"

"Well, maybe!"

Ron didn't seem to want to talk about it at all. After a perfunctory remark, he took Noah and planned to stroll around the courtyard with each other.

Really, due to the continuous cultivation and care of Willie at home these days, the once wide internal square has completely become a huge botanical garden, which is really worth visiting.

However, the reason why Ron suddenly took Noah as a fat man was obviously not like quietly enjoying all kinds of magical plants.

"Ron... Oh, that's what I call you. I hope you don't mind."

Based on politeness, the fat man said so, although he obviously didn't take it seriously.

"I want to ask, why did you take me out of there in such a hurry just now? I haven't had time to say hello to others!"

"That's why," Ron pointed to his mouth. "Don't you see? When we were talking, no one came to talk to us except Neville. In fact, everyone is in a bad mood."

Noah soon touched his fat chin thoughtfully and nodded.

"It's understandable," he said in a slightly lower voice, "this time you have a hard encounter with the dead army of Haier Bo. Even people like me who don't care much about current affairs have learned a lot. It can be seen how much this matter is! According to past historical experience, the confrontation on such a scale can be regarded as a real 'magic war'

"Well, yes! We must admit that there are some factors in this regard, and we must not say less." Ron looked at the hedge beside the shady path and walked along the path. "However, the worst thing is that a precious companion had an accident... Even died on the battlefield."

"Oh... Come on, you'll get better!"

Noah listened, couldn't help but put his fat arm around Ron's shoulder and leaned his flesh directly against him, as if trying to comfort each other.

After noticing Ron's struggle, he quickly let go of each other and said:

"I'm sorry... Oh, by the way, who happened? Did I see it when I was at Hogwarts?"

"Well," Ron thought, then nodded slightly, "you've been following Marca. I think you must have seen Luna Lovegood. Are you impressed?"

Noah was stunned when Ron reported Luna's life.

"Lovegood... Oh, is it Marca's little girlfriend?"