Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

To be honest, living in an old-fashioned 13th-century castle is not a comfortable experience.

Early in the morning, before dawn, in this room renovated from the towering tower of the ancient castle, Harry, who was not sleeping peacefully, was swayed by the ducks in the Rocky River outside the castle and the pitch-dark black forest. Wake up to the barking of the incoming dog.

Last night's nightmare and the pain of the lightning scar on his forehead made him sleepless all night, so that when he woke up early in the morning, when he looked up in a daze, he was hit by the huge horn hanging on the wall in the gloomy room. The reindeer head was startled.

This is a real thing, said to be Clark's grandfather's harvest when he was hunting in Russia.

But when I woke up early in the morning and saw this, it really scared the sleepy-eyed Harry quite a bit.

"Is there anything you need help with, Master Harry?"

Perhaps he heard the movement from Harry's room, and with a crisp whistle, a house elf appeared in front of Harry out of thin air.

This little thing was wearing a decent trumpet suit with a red bow tie around his neck. Although he didn't look very good, his well-dressed appearance was compared to the Dobby Harry had seen when he was in second grade. an underground.

Only a kind master like Clark would dress his house-elf servants in such a suit.

"Breakfast this morning has bacon omelettes, butter toast, fried sausages, small tomatoes, milk, if you need anything else, you can also tell me, and I'll arrange the kitchen to do it.

In addition, the water temperature in the bathroom is now 47 degrees, you can also choose to take a shower first..."

"Enough, enough. I don't need anything, you go away first." Harry waved his hands again and again, rejecting the house elf's service.

This little thing could only leave with a look of disappointment.

Harry sighed, so he wasn't fit to live here, he couldn't even be served, maybe he wasn't born to enjoy life.

However, this silk quilt from China in Clark's family is really comfortable, and I don't know if it will be the same in Godfather's house. If not, maybe Clark can give himself a set for Christmas as a gift.

Harry groaned as he emerged naked from the silk quilt.

It was already autumn in the western highlands of Scotland in early August, so that as soon as I got out of the quilt, the cold wind blew through, and it was a chill.

He quickly put on his clothes, walked across the room, went to the cloakroom next door, and looked at the full-length mirror standing there.

In the mirror, a thin fourteen-year-old boy was also looking at him, with green, confused eyes beneath his tousled black hair.

Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror. Although he couldn't see anything unusual, the tingling feeling that still remained was telling him that what happened last night was not just a dream.

He tried his best to recall the scene in the dream last night, but after a sleep, those dreams were like a vase behind frosted glass, which had become blurred.

It seemed to be a very gloomy place, there were many people he didn't know... One person was resurrected... He frowned, closed his eyes tightly, concentrated his thoughts, and tried his best to remember...

But it couldn't be done... All Harry knew was that there was a flood of red light coming towards him, and all he felt was a huge panic, and then he woke up suddenly... Maybe, it was because of his scars Sudden pain?

Also, who is that old man?

Harry was sure there was an old man at the time, no, it was supposed to be a wizard, just wondering what happened to that man?

Alas, it's getting messy.

He buried his face in his hands, preventing himself from seeing the scene in the cloakroom, desperately immersing himself in that gloomy room.

However, it was like trying to hold the water with both hands, and the more he tried to grasp those details, the more quickly they slipped through his fingers...

Forget it, don't want that anymore.

Harry lifted his face from his hands, opened his eyes, and stared hard around the bedroom, as if expecting to see something unusual.

But here is empty, except for a few pajamas for sleeping at night, just a few suitcases and his own clothes.

Harry changed his clothes and went to the bathroom next to the cloakroom. After washing in this luxuriously decorated room, he went back to the bedroom.

Like the bathroom, this bedroom is luxuriously furnished.

Looking around, in the aristocratic room, there are palm wood bookcases full of yellowed old books, owl taxidermy still looking like a torch, stained glass windows depicting the advent of Christ and the Last Judgment, and intriguing Renaissance-style oil paintings. Immerse yourself in the Middle Ages when the Plantagenet Dynasty began.

But Harry wasn't thinking about it, after all, he'd been looking at these things for days.

He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the natural scenery shrouded in the morning light outside.

Because the room is on the tower, looking out the window, you can see the clear river at a glance, just below the cliff where the castle is located, flowing quietly.

Along the river, there are large expanses of green grass, endless dark green forests, and occasionally dotted with old-fashioned farms with red roofs.

Because it was close to the morning, Harry even saw some shepherds driving a large group of sheep out of the farm, which was a leisurely and harmonious pastoral scene.

And yet... yet... Harry went back to the bed restlessly, sat down, and stroked his scar with another finger.

It wasn't the pain of the scar that bothered him, Harry was used to pain and injury.

Although Hogwarts is a magic school, Harry is in it, and he can encounter all kinds of strange things every year, and he will always encounter all kinds of injuries.

For him, pain has become commonplace.

Now that you're at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and you're good at making trouble, you can't avoid these accidents and injuries.

But the last time the pain on his forehead flared up was because Voldemort was nearby, and that was what made Harry uneasy... Voldemort couldn't be here at the moment... Voldemort lurking next to Clark's house?

This kind of thinking is too absurd, absolutely impossible... But Clark said that, like Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this castle is also shrouded in magic, and not everyone can find it.

Thinking of Clark, Harry slowly mustered up the courage, at least in his opinion, you can always trust Clark.

Maybe he could tell Clark about last night's dream...

Harry thought to himself, as if he had no one else to talk to except Clark.

His godfather, Sirius Black, was his father's original guardian, but the two had only just met each other, and Harry and he were not so familiar.

Headmaster Dumbledore, Harry is very in awe of him, but he can't tell whether it is more "respect" or more "awe", anyway, every time in front of him, Harry always feels Very restrained.

As for the others, Ron was a big mouth, and Hermione was so close to Clark that talking to her was no different than talking to Clark.

Oh, yes, and his aunt and uncle, but Harry ruled it out first.

Harry had never told them the details of his life in the wizarding world.

Come to think of it, when they woke up, wouldn't it be too funny that he went and told them his scar was in pain and said he was worried about Voldemort lurking around!

Well, basically, it was because of Voldemort that Harry had to live with the Dursleys.

Without Voldemort, Harry wouldn't have the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Without Voldemort, Harry's parents would still be alive...

Just as Harry was thinking, a knock on the door woke him up suddenly. It turned out that it was the house-elf who came to ask him if he wanted breakfast.

And they also informed him that Clark was already waiting in the restaurant.

Harry got up, opened the door, and followed the house-elf downstairs to the dining room.

Along the way he had to carefully avoid the specimens of a colorful peacock, two white lions, and a long golden python, all of which Clark's grandfather hunted.

When he got to the dining room, Harry found Clark already sitting at the table.

It's not next to the dining table that is more than ten meters away, but another smaller table next to it.

Harry remembered making a joke the first time he had breakfast at Clark's.

He was sitting at the long dining table at the time, and after the meal, Clark told him that the dining table was just an antique decoration, and no one had eaten on it for hundreds of years.

"Harry, did you sleep well last night?"

Clark was slicing sausages and simple with a knife, and after seeing Harry, he greeted him.

"Okay..." Harry hesitated.

Clark looked up at him sensitively, "That's not good, you still recognize the bed? You have dark circles under your eyes."

"No," Harry got to the chair, and the food automatically appeared on his plate, "I had a dream last night..."

Then, while eating breakfast, Harry told Clark all the dreams he had had last night.

"Gloomy castles, old wizards, women, mysterious red-robed people, and seas of blood and mummified corpses, Harry, I told you long ago, watch less movies like "Four Hundred Years"."

Clark said before swallowing the scrambled eggs in his mouth.

"You think I'm just a dream?!" Harry looked disappointed.

"How is it possible, I'm just joking." Clark laughed when he saw his expression, "Remember the divination class we took last semester?"

Clark's words brought back Harry's bad memories, Professor Trelawney's strange voice, the sultry attic, and the sweet, greasy incense...

"For the occult, dreams are sometimes not just dreams."

He put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Wizards themselves have powerful spirituality, and sleeping is an act of releasing one's own limitations and releasing the subconscious.

In this case, the sleeping wizard often has the ability to perceive and receive information from the spiritual world.

You said that you saw certain information in your sleep, which is normal, even a regular skill of a fortune teller..."

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but Clark shook his head first.

"Of course, I haven't heard that the Potter family has the gift of a prophet, so the dream you had last night should not be a prophecy."

With that, he took another deep look at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

"In addition to what you said about Voldemort, I have reason to believe that with the increase in Voldemort's power, there must be some kind of peculiar connection between you and him."

"I don't want to have anything to do with that murderer!" Harry said resentfully.

"That's up to you. Unless you learn Occlumency, you can unilaterally block this connection."

Seeing that Harry wanted to ask again about Occlumency, Clark stood up.

"Okay, don't panic for now, let's try the "Black Book of the Undead" and go through the procedures for resurrecting the dead.

We have to go to your godfather's house in the afternoon, this is the last experiment. "

As soon as Clark said this, Harry's attention was immediately distracted, and he hurriedly finished the last bite of the fried egg without rubbing his mouth, and followed Clark's pace.

The place where the resurrection experiment is carried out is in the basement of the Prewett family castle, and it takes several steps to get there.

And the further down you go, not only is the light getting dimmer, the temperature is getting lower and lower, but even the atmosphere is a bit eerie.

Almost every half-step, there is a pair of armor full of vicissitudes ~www.readwn.com~ twisting his head and looking at them.

Speaking of which, this huge castle, which was built in the 13th century, has a history of more than 600 years.

It was originally built by the Comin family and is located on the banks of the Rocky River outside the city center of Fort William. It is one of the best-preserved castles in Scottish history.

The castle even played an important role during the civil war between Scotland and England in the 17th century, where a fierce battle took place.

A total of 1,500 people died here in that battle, and since then, strange things have always happened in the castle.

So in 1654, the owner of the castle built a new wooden castle not far from the surrounding area, which was later Fort William.

And the castle, named Inverroch, was abandoned like this until the Clark family discovered what was special about it and transformed it into their ancestral home.

Of course, the Prewett family couldn't do anything to steal the industry. They bought the land in the name of the company and built a five-star Inverrohi Castle Hotel on the side.

As for this castle, in the eyes of the Magu people, it has long since become a relic called the Old Inverroch Castle, and many tourists come to visit here every year.

Of course, for Clark, this kind of medieval castle is actually not suitable for living.

Occasionally staying here for 1 or 2 nights is fine, but it is really unbearable for a long time, especially those gloomy feelings and huge building area always make people feel a little less homely.

Compared to here, Clark still prefers his big apartment in London, convenient transportation and modern environment, maybe it is more suitable for a young man like him.

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