Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Hogwarts, a scholar becomes a **** (!

"That big guy is so pretty!"

"No, her scales feel so comfortable!"

"Ginny, isn't Hagrid not letting people use it? You're still touching it!"

Facing Colin's questioning, Ginny rolled her eyes. They were fighting, and they had just stepped on the steps of the castle gate when an unexpected figure appeared in front of several people.

"Clark, stay." Professor McGonagall stopped him directly.

Hermione glanced at him, followed by Ginny and the others, leaving only Clark and Professor McGonagall.

"Come with me, Clark," she said.

"Professor, is something wrong?" Clark began to probe her.

Professor McGonagall didn't think so much. For her, Clark was just a good student who she valued very much and was diligent in learning, so there was nothing to say.

"The principal wants to see you."

Dumbledore!

Clark silently followed behind Professor McGonagall, thoughts rolling in his mind.

What is Dumbledore looking for himself to do? Is it for the school magazine thing? But it has been released for so long, and if you want to find yourself, you have already found it.

Or for the Voldemort Diaries thing? No, this is even more impossible. The diary has been in his suitcase and has never been taken out.

They walked silently around the corner, over the steps, and stopped in front of a large, unsightly statue of a stone monster.

"Iced lemonade!" said Professor McGonagall.

This was obviously a code word, because the monster statue suddenly jumped up, and the wall behind him began to crack to both sides, and there was a spiral staircase behind the wall leading to it.

As Professor McGonagall and him walked in, Clark heard the wall closing behind them, and they walked up the stairs, higher and higher, until at last, a little dizzy, they came to the top of the castle's main tower.

Clark saw a gleaming oak door ahead, with a brass half-eagle half-lion door, which contained Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

They reached the end of the stone stairs, and Professor McGonagall knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened silently and they entered.

In the same familiar room, Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting at the desk, looking at him through the half-moon glasses.

"Dumbledore, I have brought the people." Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and reminded softly, "Christmas is almost here, the children have to prepare to pack, if there is nothing else, don't delay too much. Long."

Seeing Professor McGonagall's eloquent maintenance, Dumbledore smiled kindly, "I see, Minerva, go ahead and do your work first."

Professor McGonagall could only turn and leave, and Dumbledore turned his attention to Clark again.

The two stared at each other like this, neither of them said a word.

It's just that compared to the last time, Clark has changed. He has also practiced brain defense, and under the strong pressure of Voldemort, he has made rapid progress.

Now facing Dumbledore's vague temptation, he began to construct false memories directly in his mind.

No! It's not fake, after all, that's the memory he's seen in his previous life.

High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking methods. After a busy day, Master Kong picks up...

The smile on Dumbledore's face grew even richer, and he waited until Clark's imaginary memory was over before he said, "Only love and food can't be let down."

"Clarke, you don't have to be so wary of me. I called you over today, just to tell you a little thing."

I believe you a ghost, you bad old man is very bad.

Seeing Dumbledore's kind expression, Clark murmured inwardly, Dumbledore seemed to notice it, but he didn't seem to notice it, anyway, he put his hands together and continued, "I saw you signed on the school detention list. Name, but this year's school Christmas dinner, I'm afraid you won't be able to attend."

"Professor, I don't understand what you mean?" Clark asked calmly.

Dumbledore sighed, "Hey, since you came last time, those three guys have conveyed back what you said, and there has been a lot of commotion on the school board. Some people agree and some people oppose it."

Of course Clark knew this. He was still in touch with Lucius Malfoy of the Malfoy family. He was well aware of the **** that happened on the school board recently.

In this world, as long as there is 10% profit, capital will be used everywhere; at 20%, capital will be active; at 50%, it will give rise to active risk-taking; at 100% , it will make people disregard all laws; three hundred percent will make people not afraid of crime, or even the danger of hanging.

What a fortune he drew with the three representatives of the school board. For the British wizarding world, where the market is shrinking and economic activities are increasingly solidified, it is no different than a big sweet cake.

If no one is moved, then there is a ghost.

As for why Clark foolishly told the plan one by one? Of course he has his plans.

Dumbledore was still there talking.

"Now they have roughly negotiated a result. This Christmas, a school board dinner will be held. At the meeting after the dinner, it will be announced that you will join the school board and build a dragon farm."

He saw that Clark's face did not show a look of joy, and he did not look like a child at all, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"Hey, you have to be mentally prepared for this matter. Originally, I didn't approve of your involvement here, but I'm not alone in the school's affairs."

Dumbledore said nothing without end, but Clark, who received the news in advance, understood what he meant, so he said lightly, "So that's why you voted against, Professor?"

Dumbledore didn't answer his question, but Clark was annoyed by the words he had blurted out.

The two fell into silence like this, and at this moment, a strange, suffocating voice suddenly came from behind Clark.

More than two of them in the room? !

Clark turned sharply, only to find that, on the high gilded perch behind the door, stood an aged bird, like a turkey with half its feathers plucked.

Looking at the bird's familiar eyes, Clark recognized at a glance that this was Dumbledore's pet, Phoenix Fox.

However, compared to its energetic appearance when we first met, the phoenix now looks very ill, and his eyes are dead. A few feathers fell from its tail.

"Phoenix Nirvana?" Clark saw Phoenix Fox's current state.

Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed, it has maintained its terrible appearance for many days. I have been telling it to act quickly, but it is very stubborn."

"It is said that when the phoenix is ​​about to die, it will set itself on fire, and then regenerate from the ashes..."

Before Clark could finish speaking, Fox let out a long cry, and then suddenly burst into flames.

He subconsciously took a step back, avoiding the golden-red brilliant flame.

At the same time, the phoenix had also turned into a big burning fireball, it whined, and then disappeared into the air, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor that had not been completely extinguished.

As soon as Clark lowered his head, he saw a small, wrinkled chick, sticking its head out of the pile of ashes. After finding that someone was looking at it, he uttered a dissatisfied cry.

"It's a pity that you had to see him on Nirvana Day." Dumbledore said, and took out a golden bowl full of thatch and sycamore leaves from the cabinet behind him, and put the little phoenix in it.

Clark watched his actions quietly, and waited for him to finish his work before saying, "No, it is very difficult for ordinary people to see such a miraculous sight. If it is not broken, it will not stand. Sometimes, it will completely burn the world for a long time before new growth can grow on it. The sprouts come."

Dumbledore lowered his head and gave him a deep look, "Setting a mountain on fire is not a good suggestion. After all, there is only one phoenix, and there are more sparrows and eagles in the woods, and they will not be reborn from the ashes."

After saying this, he turned his head again and patiently took care of Little Phoenix.

Clark knew he should leave, said goodbye, turned and pushed open the door of the principal's office.

It was only then that Dumbledore's voice came from behind, "You can bring your friends and family to the school board dinner."

And to answer him, only Clark's plain sentence, "Professor, you know, I have no family."

...

Finally, the semester was over, and most of the little wizards took the Hogwarts Express back home, and the silence was like heavy snow on the ground, covering the entire castle.

Clark didn't find it dull, and instead enjoyed the tranquility without the noisy children.

After the publication of the Hogwarts School Magazine: Christmas Special, the magazine also took a one-month hiatus.

George, Fred and Ginny and other magazine staff can finally relax, they go in and out of the Gryffindor tower at will, and play magic cards with Harry, Ron and the others.

No matter how much they yell, they don't have to worry about getting in the way of anyone, which makes them very happy.

Percy disapproved of their childish behavior and seldom stayed in the Gryffindor lounge.

As for Hermione and Clark, they finally made enough of the Living Hell Potion.

The next thing to do is to use the newly arrived Manzhusha Huahua to turn it into the water of the Styx.

In the alchemy room in the magic suitcase, the various alchemy utensils originally placed together with the long marble table in the center have been removed.

In the center of the empty room, a large pit was dug and filled with soil, which was the corpse soil that Clark specially sent to dig out of the cemetery.

Just standing on it, people can feel a chilly cold air from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

The clear water flowed out of the pipe at one end of the pit, like a small stream, traversing the entire pit, and then pumped by the pump in the puddle on the other side, and then flowed out again from the other end, forming a cycle.

Clark and Hermione wore special gas masks and rubber biochemical suits. They dug holes in the ground on both sides of the creek, and then planted strange flowers that were bright red as blood.

These peculiar flowers have flowers but no leaves. The petals are bent upside down, like crab claws, and the stamens are as slender as whiskers, pointing to the sky. From a distance, they look like a burning flame, swaying in the wind.

This is the Manzhu Shahua that Clark purchased from the Whispering Secret Realm of Tianzhu.

Clark and Hermione moved quickly, and the land on both sides of the creek was soon filled with this magical red flower.

However, they filled the four braziers in the corners of the room with white bone meal and ignited them with flint, and the tragic green flames instantly rose, making the already weird room even more gloomy.

The two carefully backed out, closed the door tightly, and waited for a while. Seeing that nothing happened, they took off the gas masks on their heads and took off their biochemical protective suits.

"Is this all right?" Hermione asked Clark while wiping the sweat from her face. "This is the first time I've seen a potion concocted like this. It's really weird, no cauldrons, no flames."

Clark flipped through the "Powerful Potion" on the coffee table, carefully recalled the operation steps just now, and only nodded after confirming that nothing was missed.

"The more high-end alchemy is, the more it is no longer restricted to one refining method.

In addition to fire refining and water refining, they are often integrated with magical rituals, paying more attention to the right time and place, and guiding the mighty power of nature to transform and sublime.

After all, the artificially refined water of the River Styx can't match the water of the naturally generated River Styx. "

Hermione took his words to heart, and Clark looked at the calendar and made a rough estimate.

"According to the book, in this simulated environment of the River Styx, Manzhu Shahua will absorb the living **** decoction and death energy, and after the drawing is completed, the flowers will wither, and they will bear fruits that store the water of the River Styx. , we will be able to pick at that time, and this time is not long or short, exactly one month."

He drew a circle on the calendar, and then told Hermione, "The door cannot be opened during this period to prevent the leakage of dead air, so next, we just need to wait patiently."

The two got out of the magic suitcase and returned to the lounge. Everyone who was all focused on the game didn't notice their departure just now.

Only Ginny glanced at the two of them curiously~www.readwn.com~, but under the staring attack of her cousin, she quickly turned her head away.

The dawn of Christmas came, and the weather was still so cold and white.

Only Harry, Ron and Clark were left in the dormitory, and they were woken up by Hermione early in the morning.

She was fully dressed, with a pink fluffy hat on her head and her Christmas present in her arms.

"Wake up," she said loudly, pulling the curtains back to let the sun in.

The sun today is exceptionally bright due to the reflection of the snow.

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