Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Vol 2 Chapter 2: journey to the end

Hermione Granger has never felt happier than she is today.

As a very smart girl, in fact, it was difficult for her to make good friends since she was a child. After all, when children of the same age were still discussing toys and beautiful clothes, she had already read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica. .

This also made her very uncomfortable when communicating with her peers.

But this time it was different. With his outstanding looks on par with the vast number of readers and gentlemen, Clark successfully lowered the girl's defense. The rich knowledge and decent conversation also made Hermione feel good.

Anyway, she pulled Neville like this, sat down in Clark's compartment, and began to communicate happily with this new friend she met on the train.

"Is your family also a wizard? Do you know magic?

I tried a few simple spells at home, just for practice, of course, but they all worked.

No one in my family understands magic, so when I got the admission letter, I was surprised, but also very happy, because, I mean, as far as I know, this is the best magic school.

I have memorized all the textbooks, of course, I just hope this can be used..."

She finished these words in one breath, in such a fast and urgent tone that no one else could get in.

If he were a normal person, he would have been bored by her chattering appearance, but Clark always kept a decent smile on his face. . From time to time, he would nod his head in agreement, without showing any signs of impatience.

And his reaction made Hermione even more happy, and the more he talked, the happier he felt, but he felt that there were endless topics to talk about with him.

Of course, our Miss Granger will never admit that just looking at Clark's face is already very pleasing, absolutely not!

As for Neville Longbottom, this poor child, as a qualified tool person, after using his usefulness, is now shrinking helplessly in the corner, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

"My parents are wizards, but they died a long time ago, so I live alone now, in an old castle not far from Fort William, with only one house elf taking care of me."

"I'm sorry, Clark, I didn't know you..."

Hermione's eyes were full of love, maybe it was because of Clark's tragic life, or maybe it was because both his parents died, and there was only an old castle and an old servant to depend on each other.

Fortunately, Clark didn't care about that at all.

"It's alright, anyway, these things have passed. But the scenery around Fort William is still very good, you can go there for vacation if you have time.

As for magic spells, in fact, children from wizard families don't know much, because premature contact and use of magic will have a bad influence on young wizards.

Of course, you can **** and cast a spell or two just by reading a book, which is already considered very powerful among students at the same level. "

His compliment caused a blush on Hermione's face.

But happy times are always short, and all journeys have an end.

"I think we should be there soon."

Clark glanced out the window and saw that it was already dark, and under the violet night, the mountains and woods were no longer a large blur of shadows, but could be divided into layers. Obviously, the train seemed to is slowed down.

Hermione only reacted when she heard his words.

"Oh~ I seem to have delayed you for too long, I'm really sorry, Clark. You'd better change into your robes, I'll go back first."

Saying that, she stood up, tucked her hair behind her ears, and smiled at Clark. Only then did she remember Neville's existence and pulled him out of the compartment together.

And Clark was relieved after sending them out politely. After all, the enthusiasm of the little girl is really hard to resist! Fortunately, he has the soul of an adult, so he can handle it with ease.

He first closed the book "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" that was spread out on the table, put it in the suitcase beside his feet, then took off his coat and put on a fitted black robe over his shirt.

"In five minutes, the train will arrive at Hogwarts. Please leave your salutes on the train, we will send you to school for you."

A soft voice echoed repeatedly on the train. Clark folded the jacket he took off, put it in his suitcase, and stood at the back of the aisle with his hands empty, waiting for the crowd to dissipate.

The train slowed down, and finally stopped. The little wizards screamed with excitement, shoved in the aisle, rushed to the door, and descended to a dark and small platform.

After everyone got down, Clark walked out of the carriage. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The temperature difference between day and night in the Scottish Highlands in September is very large. The cold air at night is like a wandering ghost, which makes many little wizards who don't pay attention to keeping warm shiver.

However, in front of Clark, these chills were a bit overwhelming. His enchanted robe, custom-made in Mrs. Mokin's store, was worth 18 gold Galleons. , constant temperature and warmth and other functions, fully worthy of its expensive price.

Even with only one shirt on, Clark felt his body warm. The thin layer of magic cloth seemed to separate two worlds.

"First-year freshman! First-year freshman come over here! Harry, come over here, how are you?"

There was a sea of ​​thousands of people moving, and a lantern swayed in the air. Under the weak light, you could see a burly man standing in front of the little wizards.

His face was almost completely concealed by his long tousled hair and tangled bushy beard, but you could still see his black beetle-like eyes gleaming beneath the tousled hair.

Rubeus Hagrid!

The hunting ground keeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the guide of the Harry Potter world, and the publisher of the main quest of the first plot!

Clark recognized this highly recognizable hybrid giant at a glance. After all, with his height of more than four meters, among this group of little wizards, he was like a "bear" standing among chickens, which was very eye-catching.

However, Clark didn't pay too much attention to him, instead he turned his attention to the boy who was surrounded by Hagrid.

With a thin body, messy black hair, wearing a pair of tattered glasses, and a red-haired Weasley next to him, this should be the boy who survived—Harry Potter!

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