Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"There was something wrong with you just now, Clark."

After the potions class was over, when the little wizards left the basement classroom, Hermione seized the opportunity to grab Clark's arm and whispered.

"You found out," Clark nodded. "Like you before, my strength improved too fast, and the magic power affected my brain."

In fact, Clark has long realized that something is wrong with him, his strength has improved too fast!

A normal young wizard will increase by 1-2 professional levels in one school year, and a wizard who has just graduated from the seventh grade is only about level 10.

Clark has risen to two levels in four months, two to three times faster than an ordinary little wizard. The soaring chaotic magic power naturally affected his mental state.

Either calm and ruthless, or irritable and impulsive, Clark's emotions began to polarize, and the sequelae of choosing Gryffindor House began to gradually appear.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements." Clark patted the back of Hermione's hand and comforted.

"But…"

As they were talking, they suddenly found that the corridor in front was completely blocked by a large fir tree, and there were two big feet sticking out from under the fir tree, like a living tree man, steadily moving towards advance forward.

"Hey, Hagrid, is that you?" Clark guessed who it was at a glance, and sure enough, Hagrid's bearded head was sticking out from the branches of the fir tree.

"Oh, thank you, Clark, I can do it. These are Christmas trees for Christmas, and I have to move them into the auditorium."

Hagrid explained proudly that, as the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, he was naturally responsible for part of the work in the castle.

"This is really cool," Ron said admiringly, "We only have a very small Christmas tree for the holidays."

Just as they were reminiscing about the old days, a cold, long-sounding voice came from behind Clark.

"Can you get out of the way, don't block the way?"

The visitor is pitch black from head to toe, only the eyes and teeth are white.

"Hehe, who am I supposed to be, it turns out to be Malfoy who turned into a crow." Ron turned his head and saw the person coming, and retorted.

Because the magic ink prepared by Clark couldn't be washed away for a while, Malfoy became what he is now, plus the grievance he received in the potions class just now, which made him feel very bad when he heard Ron's words.

"Are you trying to earn some pocket money, Weasley? I guess you want to stay at the Hogwarts Warden Hunt after you graduate? Maybe this big man's cabin is bigger than your old one. That home is quite big."

"Malfoy, it looks like you haven't learned enough." Clark took a step forward, walked in front of Malfoy, and stopped Ron who was about to charge at him.

"Humph!" Clark's presence made Malfoy flinch, and he and his two servants rudely squeezed past the tree, knocking needles all over the place.

"If you hadn't stopped me, I would have taught him a hard lesson," Ron stood beside Clark, looked at Malfoy's back, and gritted his teeth, "One day, I will teach him a lesson! "

At this time, Harry also echoed: "Me too, I hate Malfoy and Snape the most."

"I want to call Professor Snape..."

Before Hagrid finished speaking, a gloomy voice sounded behind Harry and the others.

"Oh, it seems that our savior has a great opinion of me."

Snape didn't know when, appeared behind them.

Harry and Ron, like two quails, were so frightened that they lowered their heads and said nothing, and Hagrid helped them explain: "Someone messed with them first, Professor Snape, Malfoy just insulted Ron's family. "

"I saw it all, Hagrid. But no matter what, it's unforgivable to speak ill of the teacher behind his back." Snape said in a cold voice.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor! You should be thankful, Harry, and Weasley. Let me hear you next time, but it's not as simple as taking a point."

After speaking, he strode away.

"Okay, please be happy, it's almost Christmas." Hagrid looked at the ugly Harry and comforted them. "Guess what, the decoration of the restaurant is really amazing."

Seeing Hagrid's exaggeration, Harry and Ron quickly put this unpleasantness behind them, and followed Hagrid to the Great Hall with Clark and the others, and saw what Hogwarts had done for Christmas. .

The whole auditorium looks luxurious and beautiful. The solid wood seats and silk curtains have been renewed. The white walls are covered with holly and mistletoe. There are eleven towering Christmas trees, some of which are hanging Small icicles sparkled, and hundreds of candles flickered on some trees.

The transparent magic ceiling showed the gray sky outside, and catkin-like snowflakes fell from the sky, as if the ceiling had really disappeared.

Clark stretched out his hand curiously and tried to catch them. Unexpectedly, those snowflakes fell on his hands. The cold feeling was no different from real snowflakes. It snowed in the Great Hall of Hogwarts. !

"Ah, Hagrid, you're finally here. This is the last tree, so put it in the corner over there, right, aligned with the opposite side."

The short Professor Flitwick stood beside Hagrid, directing him to place the last of the Christmas trees in place, while also using his wand to blast strings of golden bubbles and hang them on the fir on the branches of the tree.

Professor McGonagall transformed buckets of milky white liquid into magical snowflakes and stacked them among the branches of the Christmas tree.

Clark finally knew how the snow in the auditorium came from. He secretly stretched out a finger, dipped it in the bucket while Professor McGonagall wasn't paying attention, and took a sip.

Well, it turned out to be milk! There are milk snowflakes floating in the sky, which is really a fairy tale.

"How many days until the holiday?" Hagrid suddenly asked after placing the last cedar tree.

"There's only one day left." Hermione said, "Oh, this reminds me that I have to go back to the dormitory to pack my things first. What's the train this afternoon."

Saying that, she hurried to Gryffindor's dormitory. Harry and Ron saw that it was almost lunch time, so they both chose to stay in the auditorium, with only Clark following behind her.

"Harry and Ron will be left to you to watch while I'm away," said Hermione. "I think you need to watch them carefully, they're both too capable of causing trouble. They were deducted from the academy just now. Twenty minutes."

"Don't worry, everything is under control." Clark replied with a smile, and sent Hermione to the Hogwarts Express.

After the little wizards who went home had all left, the Christmas holiday officially began. Without Hermione's restraint, Harry and Ron both felt that it was too much fun to play, and they didn't have to think about studying at all.

The Gryffindor quarters were entirely at their disposal, and the common room was much less crowded than usual, allowing them to occupy a few more comfortable armchairs by the fire.

Clark also rarely went to the library, and he sat there with Harry and Ron, eating all the food that could be poked with a fork—bread, sausage, mushrooms, potatoes, discussing how to get revenge Malfoy, and Snape.

Ron also started teaching Harry wizard chess, a traditional game that wizards love to play.

The pieces of wizard chess are exactly the same as Muggle chess, and the rules are also the same. The only difference may be that the pieces are all alive, and each of them can speak, which makes people feel more interesting.

It was the first time Harry was exposed to this kind of game, and Ron's skills in this area were not bad, so at the beginning of the game, Harry was at a disadvantage.

But they didn't play for long, and soon, the two of them were attracted by Clark's new stuff.