Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"After the Goblin Rebellion, the victorious wizards also handled goblins differently.

Among them, those goblins who did not want to rebel and turned to the wizards in advance when the situation was not good were transformed by magic, turning the raw materials needed for [spiritual enlightenment] into the wizard's [wealth], and turning Gringotts, the magic world, into the wizard's [wealth] Let them manage.

And those diehards in the rebellion, as well as their descendants, were transformed by the magic of wizards, and could only rely on serving their masters to gain a little bit of [popularity] shared by that family to reproduce. "

So house-elves often feel like the sky is falling when they hear their masters are driving them away.

Because being kicked out of the master's house means that they won't be able to breed new house-elves in the future. "

In the spacious and bright library, Clark and Hermione are discussing their fate after the goblin rebellion.

"So what you call enslavement and liberation doesn't hold at all, and the relationship between wizards and house-elves today is more of a symbiotic relationship created by human distortion.

House-elves provide services to wizards in exchange for the [popularity] they need to thrive.

Under such circumstances, how could your so-called liberation of house-elves be successful? "

Hermione was speechless and could only mutter to herself: "But this kind of transaction itself is unfair... Even if it is a service, it must be guaranteed under the premise of respect, it does not mean that the wizard can do whatever he wants. abusing their house-elves."

Clark shook his head helplessly, knowing that she had actually accepted this point of view, but the girl was thin-skinned and could not save face for a while.

So Clark followed her words and handed her a step.

"Of course, there is actually some truth to what you said. After all, this time is different from the past. The matter of house elves has been handed down from ancient times, so it is natural that human rights will not be taught to them at that time.

Now that society has progressed, wizards have to keep pace with the times. In terms of the treatment of house-elves, they still have to pay attention. This does not conflict with house-elves serving wizards. The house-elves in my own family have good treatment.

But you also have to understand that many things that you think are human rights and welfare are insulting and malicious in the eyes of house elves.

We also have to fully respect their habits and customs, and we cannot force our own thoughts and cognitions onto them. "

Hermione nodded, agreeing with Clark's statement about the house-elves.

At this time, Mrs. Pince had already walked towards this side because of their chat.

The two could only temporarily put aside the discussion, packed up their things, and then went to an arithmetic and divination class.

When they finished their class, blended in with the crowd downstairs, and were about to return to the auditorium for dinner, they happened to see Ron walking in front of them, complaining bitterly to Harry.

"Damn old bat, going to ride in all weekend, this..."

"A lot of homework?" Clark and Hermione quickened their pace, and when they heard their conversation, they immediately laughed and said, "It seems that your divination class is not very good, Professor Victor does some homework. None left!"

"Well, Professor Victor is great," said Ron with a heavy heart.

When they came to the foyer, the auditorium was already full of students eating, and the sound was very noisy.

Several people were about to go in, when suddenly a harsh sound came from behind them.

"Here Wes! Hey, come Wes!"

Clark and the others turned around and saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle standing there, as if they were all overjoyed for something.

"Why?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad's in the paper, here comes Wes!" Malfoy said jokingly - brandishing a copy of the Daily Prophet, speaking loudly so that everyone in the foyer could hear him , "Listen to this!"

Malfoy read the newspaper aloud as if he were acting.

Finally, he looked up. "Come on, Come on Wes, they didn't even spell your father's name right. He's just a little guy, isn't he?"

He said it so loudly that everyone in the hall could hear him.

It seemed that this was not enough, and he continued to read:

"Arnold Weissley, who was ordered to own a flying car two years ago, was caught up in an altercation with several Muggle law enforcement officers ("police") yesterday...

When asked by a Daily Prophet reporter why he had involved the Ministry of Magic in this pointless and potentially thorny affair, Mr Weasley refused to answer. "

"There's another picture here, Wes!"

Malfoy said, turning the paper over and holding it high.

"A picture of your parents standing at the door of your house - you call it a house! If your mother could lose some weight, she would be fine, right?"

Ron was shaking with rage, and everyone in the hall was looking at him.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry. "Don't be mad, Ron…"

But Malfoy wasn't satisfied. "Oh, yes, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?"

He said sarcastically, "Then please tell me if his mother is really that fat, or if the picture is a little distorted—really—"

Malfoy couldn't speak anymore, he was speechless, but nothing came out of his mouth.

Harry hadn't figured that out yet, and fought back there.

"And what about your mother, Malfoy?" he said. "Look at the look on her face, like she's got **** under her nose! Does she always have that look, or is it just because she's with you? "

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red, and Harry thought he was angry, but he soon realized that something was wrong.

A dignified feeling of terror as if the sky was suppressed before the storm, and a feeling of terror that was suppressed as if a deep-sea behemoth had surfaced, suddenly came to the hearts of everyone at the scene.

As everyone saw it, Clark frowned.

Everyone could see that Malfoy's face was red with blood.

"Clark!"

Hermione reached out and tugged at his sleeve, just in case he did something outrageous. After all, she knew how good Clark's relationship with his aunt could be.

"Apologize!"

A chill-filled voice echoed throughout the hall, and although there were only two words, everyone knew what Clark meant.

"Apologies for what you just said, Malfoy!"

Everyone turned their attention to Malfoy, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, no! Under the pressure of Clark's spiritual power, he bowed deeply to Ron.

"sorry!"

Malfoy's voice of apology was loud and clear, reaching everyone's ears.

Everyone was surprised by his surrender, and they didn't see it at all, and Malfoy's eyes were full of anger and resentment.

This proud teenager has never felt so humiliated as he is today, and he actually needs to bow and apologize to a mixed-race scum.

However, while being angry, Malfoy also felt a trace of fear in his heart.

At this moment, he is like a marionette, no matter how much he resists in his heart, he cannot control any part of his body.

"Damn! Asshole! I'm going to kill you!"

Although he didn't know what was going on, Malfoy knew very well that this matter must have something to do with Clark.

Thinker

No matter how he cursed in his heart, what he should bend down, what he should apologize, he could only do it honestly.

This humiliating experience made him cry.

Compared to Malfoy, Ron looked at Malfoy bowing in front of him at this moment, not to mention how happy he was.

"Although you insulted my mother, for your sincere apology, I'm not a stingy person. Forget it, I'll go around you, and remember to shut your stinky mouth next time."

Ron waved his hand pompously, and turned around with Harry and the others, leaving only Malfoy standing alone.

At this time, Clark of course unlocked the psionic power imposed on Malfoy. Although he could clearly perceive the hatred in the other party's heart, he also noticed that on the steps not far away, Professor Moody was watching this way.

So, as they turned to enter the dining room for dinner, a crackling sound also sounded behind them.

boom!

Several people screamed-

A white-hot beam of light was refracted by Hermione using the wind shield's light refraction principle, and flew past Harry's cheek, startling him.

He and Ron hurriedly reached into their robes for their wands, but before they could touch the wands, they heard another loud noise.

boom!

Then a roar echoed through the hall, "Oh, no, boy!"

When they turned around, they saw Professor Moody limping down the marble stairs.

With his wand in his hand, he pointed directly at a white ferret, shivering on the flagstone floor, where Malfoy had stood just now.

Clark looked at the scene in front of him, and secretly assessed the strength of this fake Moody in his heart - a good body shape transformation, the casting speed is very fast, the spell is activated quietly, and he should have mastered the silent casting.

Fortunately, with this kind of strength, Clark's team of three can easily suppress him.

There was a terrible silence in the hall now, and no one but Moody dared to move.

He turned his head to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other was digging into his head.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse. "I saw him attack you just now."

"No," said Harry nervously. "He was about to attack Ron, but he missed and missed."

"Don't touch it!" Moody exclaimed suddenly.

"Don't touch—what?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"It's not about you—it's about him!"

Moody growled again, then gave Crabbe a thumbs up over his shoulder.

Crabbe was about to pick up the ferret that Malfoy had turned into, but was too frightened to move.

Moody's swirling eye seemed to have the power to see what was behind his head.

He started limping toward Crabbe, Goyle, and the ferret, and the ferret let out a terrified cry, as if frightened, and ran toward the basement with stubby legs. Snape's office was in that direction.

"I still don't believe this evil!"

Moody roared, then pointed his wand at the ferret—the ferret rose ten feet into the air, slammed to the ground, and then rose again.

"I hate people who attack people behind their backs," Moody said gruffly - as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, "It's the most filthy, vile, cowardly thing. the behavior of…"

Malfoy's transformed ferret jumped into the air, its four feet and tail wiggling wildly in desperation.

Fortunately, his savior came soon.

"Professor Moody!" said a startled voice.

Professor McGonagall heard a commotion in the foyer and hurried down the marble staircase with a stack of books in his arms.

"Hello, Professor McGonagall," Moody said quietly, making the ferret jump higher.

"What are you—what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked, her eyes following the ferret, who was jumping in mid-air.

"Lessons," Moody said.

"Lessons—what, Moody, is that a student?" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, the books in his arms scattered to the floor.

"That's right," Moody said.

"Oh my God!" cried Professor McGonagall, drawing out his wand.

Moments later, with a loud crackling sound, Draco Malfoy returned to his original shape.

He huddled up and lay on the slate floor, his slippery blond hair was loose, and his flushed face was covered in sweat.

After a while, he recovered from the Human Body Transfiguration technique just now and stood up tremblingly, looking like he was played badly.

"Moody, we never use transformation as a punishment!" Professor McGonagall said haggardly, "Professor Dumbledore must have told you?"

"He...probably mentioned it," Moody scratched his chin casually, "but I think it needs to be scare--"

"We can close the confinement, Moody! Or report to the dean of the college where the person is involved." Professor McGonagall had to say.

"I'd do that," Moody said, glaring at Malfoy in disgust.

Malfoy's pale eyes were still filled with tears of pain and shame, and at this moment he seemed to have forgotten their hatred with Clark and turned all his anger on Moody.

He looked up at Moody viciously, and there were a few words in his mouth, "My Dad".

Moody didn't want to do this. He limped forward a few steps, grabbed Malfoy's arm, and dragged him toward the basement.

Professor McGonagall looked at their backs and shook his head helplessly.

As for Clark and the others, they had already entered the auditorium and sat at the table in Gryffindor, and everyone around was excitedly discussing what had just happened.

"I'm going to have this etched in my memory forever," Ron said excitedly.

He closed his eyes, a look of great joy on his face, "Draco Malfoy, that unusual jumping ferret..."

Clark, Hermione, and Harry all laughed, and then Hermione started dividing the beef chowder among everyone's plates.

At this time, George and Fred also came over.

The brothers raved about Moody, and the twins' friend Lee Jordan boasted, "We took his class this afternoon."

"How?" Harry asked eagerly.

Fred, George, and Lee exchanged meaningful glances.

"He's so cool!"