Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

When Clark took Hermione and Malfoy across the green grass to Hagrid's hut on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he found the great hound Fang Fang squatting outside the gate, his tail wrapped in a bandage, listlessly low He bowed his head, looking very pitiful.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Clark stepped forward and knocked on the door a few times, but no one came to open it, and Hagrid opened the window to talk to them.

"I can't let you in," he panted. "Noble is very difficult to deal with now... I can't do anything about it... It's too dangerous for you to come in."

Along with his words, the sound of "bang, bang, bang" knocking on the wall could be heard, and the window rattled.

"Haha! It doesn't matter, it only bites my boots... It is playing... After all, it is still a child."

After the last sentence was finished, they heard a loud bang from the house, and even the house shook twice.

"Hagrid, are you alright!" Hermione asked worriedly.

Malfoy swallowed, regretting his decision a little. Maybe getting a dog is also a good option.

He looked at Fang Ya, who was squatting obediently beside him. At least this thing looked much safer.

Clark shook his head helplessly, and when he raised his arm, the wand popped out of his sleeve.

"Araho Cave is open!"

Pushing open the thick wooden door, what caught the eyes of Clark and the others was a chaotic scene.

"Hey, why did you come in? It's too dangerous here." Hagrid's two big hands pressed against Norbert's wings, but he didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting it.

The solid wood round table in the center of the room has been overturned to one side, and the floor is full of broken bottles and jars.

In the innermost corner, the embarrassed Harry was standing on Hagrid's bed. His robes were all torn and torn, and his sweaty black hair was messy on his head. It looked like he had eaten a lot. suffering.

As for the culprit responsible for all this, Hagrid's baby Norbert was being held to the ground and struggling.

Its long spiky tail swung from side to side, making deep marks on the walls of the house. Occasionally raised his head, it was a jet of sparks with black smoke, ironing Hagrid's clothes with large and small holes.

"Clark, save me!"

Harry saw Clark who pushed the door and entered, as if he saw a savior. Malfoy immediately grinned when he saw this scene from behind.

"Stay still, Harry!"

Clark shouted, comforted him first, and then raised his arm, the light blue activated rope swooped out from his wide cuff, and wrapped around Norbert's body like a python.

"Okay, Hagrid, let it go."

Hagrid let go of his hand, and the little fire dragon, who had just gained freedom, raised his head and was about to give him a mouthful of thick phlegm, but the activated rope quickly climbed up to its head, wrapped around the long mouth a few times, and then It tightened sharply.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

A sound like a whistle sounded in Norbert's mouth, black smoke and flames could only come out of his nose because of the closed mouth, just like a person sneezed but didn't come out, his head was hard. He raised his head and hit the ground again.

While the little dragon was dizzy, the light blue activated rope flexibly walked and climbed around its joints, stretched and stretched, went around the base of its wings, and wrapped around its legs. It was already like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, with its four claws facing the sky, and it was bound tightly.

"I told you long ago, don't spoil it too much, it will only fuel its arrogance," Clark walked up to the embarrassed Hagrid.

Although his beard was burnt off a lot by the sparks, he still had a bright smile on his face. "It's okay, Norbert is just playing with me. It doesn't have any friends. It's normal to be a little clingy. I promise it won't be next time."

Harry, who had just jumped off the bed, rolled his eyes, this little guy is indeed very clingy, looking at his grin, if it wasn't for Hagrid just stopped him, I'm afraid he would have wanted to have a negative distance with him. .

Clark also shook his head speechlessly. He knew it. How did those arrogant children come from? It's all the parents' fault.

"How can I not know my own child?"

"He's still a child, what do you know?"

"How can you, an adult, have the same knowledge as a child?"

What Hagrid said just now is no different from these, but Clark, as an outsider, won't get used to it.

He walked in front of Xiaolong Norbert, the little guy saw him approaching, struggling to raise his head and want to give him a sip. But as soon as Clark's thoughts moved, the magic rope made of the bird snake's body began to slowly tighten. Under the restraint of the powerful force, even the little dragon's bones were already very hard, and it still made a sour sound. ~www.readwn.com~ You tap! Clark, don't hurt it. "Hagrid looked at the side with a heartache and couldn't help but speak.

Clark ignored him, just crouched down and looked into Norbert's eyes. The eyes of one dragon and one person collided like this, and in the dark yellow pupils that are the same as those of cold-blooded animals, cruel, cunning, bloodthirsty, ruthless, all kinds of violent beasts seem to overflow, an invisible deterrent , like a set of heavy shackles, set on his body.

Even though this little dragon has only been born for a few days, the power circulating in its blood has begun to wake up. This is the bloodline suppression of advanced species, the fear that was inscribed into human genes by top predators in ancient times.

If an ordinary little wizard looked at it for a while, he would be frightened and incontinent on the spot.

But Clark was no ordinary little wizard. The smile on his face remained unchanged, and his eyes were gentle and firm. If it is said that Noble's eyes are full of the jungle of the weak and the ignorant beasts of the barbaric period, then Clark's eyes are the slash and burn of mankind and the splendid civilization.

When the two collided together, the penetrating eyes cut through the savage fog of ignorance, like a light, illuminating the whole world, bringing light and hope.

The irritable little dragon was completely at a disadvantage in the duel of momentum, and the strong body was even more powerless to resist, and its eyes began to dodge. So Clark stretched out his right hand and slowly pressed it to Norbert's head.

Seeing the slender and clean palm approaching him slowly, Xiaolong Norbo seemed to have been greatly humiliated. The originally declining momentum rebounded again, and the bloodthirsty light regained its eyes, even if the bones were already cracked. It doesn't stop struggling.

Unfortunately, it's just doing useless work!