Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The variety of campus life is vividly displayed on the first day of school.

Whether it's Harry's ominous omens in Divination class or Malfoy's tragic attack in Protection of Magical Creatures class, it's become a hot topic among young wizards.

However, there is no so-called protagonist in the real world, and no matter how hot the news is, it is not worth mentioning in front of time.

The grueling learning tasks made these children quickly forget the news as if none of them had happened.

After all, when there is that gossip time, it might be better to come with a magic card.

In this way, the time came to a certain Thursday morning.

Thanks to Clark's clearance in class at the time, Malfoy didn't tell his father about his attack, Hagrid was not blamed, and Buckbeak was naturally not charged by the Ministry of Magic.

However, this does not mean that Malfoy will be honest.

But while they were sitting at the long table in Gryffindor eating breakfast, Malfoy swaggered into the Great Hall, while his right arm was still bandaged and dangling from a belt.

Harry felt that his style was like a hero on the battlefield.

"How are you, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked with concern on his face. "Does it still hurt badly?"

"Yeah," Malfoy said, grimacing bravely. But Harry saw that, just as Pansy looked away, he winked at Crabbe and Goyle.

"He was fine then!" Harry said angrily.

"Pretend!" Ron added, before asking again, "He doesn't want to trouble Hagrid again, does he?"

Clark turned his head and saw a nervous look on Hagrid's face sitting on the teachers' bench. He was obviously frightened by Malfoy's announcement.

"It's been a few days, and he's already looking for trouble with Hagrid," Hermione analyzed, "I think he just wants to be disgusting, by pretending to be a weak person, to corrupt Haigrid Grid's reputation hits Hagrid from public opinion."

Harry noticed that some of the students around were also looking in Malfoy's direction frequently, and after some whispered, they even pointed at Hagrid.

But Clark also has another view, "He is forcing the palace."

Clark bit off half a sausage in one bite, "By establishing the image of his own victim, he intimidated the kind-hearted Hagrid and asked him to help himself in the dragon raising course. Hagrid obviously eats this trick, and now this guy is actually Learn to be smart."

However, for this kind of thing, Clark and the others have no better way. After all, the other party is really injured, and holding Malfoy, it will give people a feeling of overbearing and domineering.

And then, Malfoy took advantage of his weaker to the extreme.

After they finished breakfast, they needed to take two potions classes with the Slytherin students to learn how to make shrink potions.

In class, Malfoy had left two of his sidekicks behind and set the cauldron next to Harry and Ron's cauldron, so the three of them were on the same table preparing the ingredients.

"Sir," Malfoy called, "Sir, I need someone to cut the roots of these daisies for me, because my arm—"

"Weasley, you cut the roots for Malfoy," Snape said without looking up.

Ron blushed, and said in a low voice to Malfoy, "Your arm is all right."

It's a pity that Malfoy was not ashamed, but smiled smugly at the other end of the table, "Weasley, didn't you hear what Professor Snape said, hurry up and cut these roots."

Ron grabbed the knife, dragged Malfoy's daisy root in front of him, and cut it haphazardly, as if he was not cutting some medicinal herbs, but Malfoy's fingers.

"Professor," Malfoy said in a long voice, looking at the various materials, "Weasley cut all my daisy roots."

Snape walked over to their table, looked down at the daisy roots over the hooked nose, and smiled wickedly at Ron.

"You, change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir—"

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully cutting his own roots into even and equal pieces.

"Quick change," Snape said in his most aggressive voice.

Ron reluctantly pushed his pile of beautifully cut daisy roots in front of Malfoy before picking up the knife again.

"Also, Professor, this fig of mine needs to be peeled." Malfoy's voice was full of a vicious smile.

"Potter, peel the figs for Malfoy."

Snape said, giving Harry a disgusted look.

Harry took Malfoy's shrunken figs and Ron moved on to cut the messy pile of daisy roots that was now his own, and the two exchanged annoyed glances.

If the two of them were injured, Snape wouldn't let Malfoy help them.

And Malfoy was given preferential treatment no matter what mistakes he made in Snape's class, after all, he was the head of Slytherin House and usually favored the students of his house.

Harry peeled the figs in a row and threw them to Malfoy across the table without saying a word, making Malfoy laugh more than ever.

But he is not easy to mess with, looking at the proud Malfoy, Harry replied: "Your trick has been seen through by Clark, he knows you want Hagrid to help you take dragon raising lessons. , I advise you to give up this idea."

Malfoy's face became very ugly, which also led to the entire potions class that followed, Harry and Ron were helping him cut the potion materials.

Fortunately, both of them knew that people had to bow their heads under the eaves.

However, this guy didn't give up, he always took any opportunity.

When Seamus Finnigan leaned over to borrow Harry's copper balance, he chit-chat, "Hey, Harry, have you heard? This morning's Daily Prophet—they think someone saw it Sirius Black.",

"Where?" Harry and Ron asked immediately.

At the other end of the table, Malfoy, who saw Harry's reaction, also raised his head and listened carefully.

"Not too far from here," Seamus seemed excited.

"It is said that a Muggle saw it, of course, he did not know the specific situation, the Muggle just thought he was an ordinary criminal, so he called the hotline.

Unfortunately, by the time the Ministry of Magic got there, the suspected Black guy was gone. "

"Not too far from here..." Ron repeated the words, then looked at Harry meaningfully.

Then he noticed that Malfoy was watching them intently, and asked, "What's the matter, Malfoy? Is there anything else to peel?"

Malfoy's eyes gleamed viciously, and he stared intently at Harry, leaning over the table and speaking in a low voice.

"Do you want to catch Black alone, Potter?"

"Yeah, that's right," Harry said without hesitation.

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Malfoy's thin lips twisted into a smirk.

"Yeah, if it were me," he whispered, "I'd definitely go out and find him."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron sullenly.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy's grey eyes narrowed as if he had noticed something.

"Know what?" Harry guessed he was saying it on purpose to pique his own curiosity, but couldn't help asking.

Malfoy let out a low sneer and continued: "Maybe you don't want to risk your life and just want the Dementors to deal with him, do you? But if it was me, I would definitely take revenge, I would Go after him yourself."

"Come on if you have something to say?" Harry said angrily.

Malfoy shook his head deliberately, then pulled away again.

Clark, who was sitting behind them, listened to the conversation, and knew that Blake, who was worried about Harry, had already arrived.

It's a pity that this guy is still very vigilant. Even if he knows that the other party may be hiding in the screaming shack in Hogsmeade, he is afraid that he will not be able to contact him for the time being. After all, that guy is a dog and has a very smart nose. .

Just as Clark was contemplating how to get in touch with Black and make a deal with him, the potions class was drawing to a close.

They packed up the remaining ingredients and went to the stone basin in the corner to wash their hands and wash their spoons.

Harry whispered to Ron, placing his hands under the monster drip, "What does Malfoy mean? Why should I seek revenge on Black? He hasn't done anything to me yet."

"Don't listen to his gibberish," said Ron angrily. "He's trying to push you to do something stupid..."

After packing up, they went upstairs to the hall together, Harry still thinking about what Malfoy said, "Clark, Malfoy said..."

He turned around, only to find that Clark and Hermione had long since disappeared, with only one Neville following behind them.

"Where did he go?" The two stared at each other.

On the other side, Clark and Hermione, who had sneaked away midway, found a room with no one, and used the switch to return to two hours ago.

By the time they both finished their Muggle studies class and returned to their original places, Harry and the others had reached the top of the stairs, and the other students walked past them to have lunch in the auditorium.

"Hey, Hermione, how did you do this?" Ron said, frowning.

Hermione hurried upstairs, panting, clutching her bag in one hand, while the other seemed to be tucking something under her robe, with Clark following her.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked, catching up to them.

"You were behind us just now, and in the blink of an eye, you ran down the stairs again." Harry looked at them curiously. "And Clark, you too, both of you have been weird lately."

He looked suspiciously at the two of them up and down, "You... won't you be dating?"

"What?" Hermione felt like her face was getting hot, and quickly changed the subject. "Oh—let's go back and get something. Oh, bad..."

Hermione's bag suddenly cracked open.

Harry wasn't at all surprised to see at least a dozen tomes stuffed into Hermione's bag.

"What did you bring these books with you?" Ron asked her.

"You know how many classes I'm going to take," said Hermione breathlessly. "Forget it, I'll leave these books with you."

Hermione turned and handed Clark the book in her hand, and Ron saw the covers of her books, "But you don't have these classes today, we only have Defence Against the Dark Arts classes this afternoon."

"Yeah, yeah," Hermione replied vaguely, "I wish there was something delicious at noon, I'm starving."

After she finished speaking, she pulled Clark away and walked towards the auditorium, leaving Harry and the others behind.

"Do you think Hermione is hiding something from us?" Ron asked Harry. ,

Harry nodded. "I think Clark is about the same."

The two of them turned their attention to Neville, who was standing aside, and Neville shrugged.

After lunch, they hurried back to Professor Lupin's first Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

From Clark's point of view, the shabby Professor Lupin was actually a professor with a more decent working attitude at Hogwarts. Perhaps it was because of his hard life that he cherished this job even more.

In the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he was ready to lead Clark and the others to a practical class.

Hearing the news, the students who were putting away their textbooks exchanged a few curious glances with each other.

It was their first hands-on class, barring the memorable class Lockhart took last year.

And the next performance of Professor Lupin did not let them down.

As in the original book, he first showed his hands to the children and disciplined Peeves a little, which was praised loudly by the students.

Then he took the students to the staff lounge and introduced them to what they were about to face next - a Boggart.

"Okay, who can tell me, what is a Boggart?" but Professor Lupin asked after Professor Snape got out of the staff lounge, standing beside an old banging closet.

A few students jumped back at the violent movement. They remembered their experience in Lockhart's classroom last year, and all stared in horror at the click of the cabinet door handle.

"Don't worry," said Professor Lupin calmly. "Does anyone know?"

Hermione took the initiative to stand up.

"It's a shape-shifting magical creature that sees through people's hearts and becomes what we fear most."

"The answer is very good, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I remember your name is Hermione, Gryffindor honors student, other professors think I mentioned you." Professor Lupin looked at her and said, Hermione was happy Gotta shine.

"Anything else to add?" Professor Lupin asked again.

"Boggart likes dark, closed spaces," Clark began. "Wardrobes, gaps under the bed, cupboards under the sink, these are all places where Boggart may exist."

"They're not really dangerous, they're more like Peeves, trying to scare people.

However, there are also legends that Bogut is a close relative of the devil. They are infected by those evil breaths, and they will absorb the fear in people's hearts and become stronger and stronger.

Even the Dementors are said to have been created by a certain dark wizard who used Boggart as a template to conduct an evil black magic transformation experiment..."

He was interrupted by Professor Lupin before he could finish speaking.

"Excellent, I can't put it more clearly myself, I think you must be the first Clark of the year, Gryffindor plus ten!"