Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Well... have a strong thirst for knowledge, you are a very curious little wizard, it seems that you are very suitable for Ravenclaw..."

"Hmm... also very ambitious, hungry for fame, it seems that Slytherin seems to be suitable for you too..."

The Sorting Hat whispered in Clark's ear, and its judgment was quite accurate. For Clark, who possessed fragments of knowledge and godhood, Ravenclaw, which symbolized wisdom, seemed to be particularly suitable for him, and his ambition to become a god also Perfect for Slytherin.

This time, however, he had a choice of his own.

Clark is actually not a very flamboyant person. He himself has to admit that having an adult soul, while bringing him the honor of being mature and smart, also brings him a lot of constraints.

After all, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life. He was also timid, cowardly, hesitant, unable to bear hardships. Always comfort myself with "wretched development, don't waste time".

But that doesn't mean he wants to keep going like this forever.

There is a big boy living in every man's heart; every boy believes in light.

When a person is used to hiding in the shadows, he can no longer stand in the sunshine. When a person is used to numb himself with forbearance, he will not have the spirit of bright sword.

Clark didn't want to do this. Ordinary people also have ambitions. He also longed for success and the admiration of others.

To do this, you can only discover difficulties, face them, and solve them.

When you can solve your own difficulties, you are a winner; when you can solve other people's difficulties, you are a leader; and when you can solve everyone's difficulties, you are a god!

The piece of activated godhead just pushed him forward.

"Praise me, friend! I'm going to Gryffindor."

The fragment of the godhead in the soul was moved by his will, and a little bit of breath leaked out, which the Sorting Hat could sense.

Under this aura, the originally silent hat trembled violently. It was just an alchemy wonder, how could it resist such a powerful force.

"Obey, great existence!"

The Sorting Hat tried its best to straighten its body, and under the eyes of everyone, it sang loudly in a tone that was almost a chant:

"Ah, praise to you, Clark!

You are the embodiment of knowledge; you are the source of wisdom; you are a wise leader; you are the son of Gryffindor!

You will lead us on the great path! "

The high-pitched voice echoed in the auditorium, the first time in thousands of years that the Sorting Hat responded like this.

Yes, Clark used the fragments of the godhead to overwhelm the Sorting Hat, allowing it to sing praises for itself and become famous.

The bright candlelight shone on him, and the wide brim of the hat covered his face, revealing only a pointed chin and that standard smile.

He is obviously only sitting on a four-legged stool and is short in stature, but in the singing of the Sorting Hat, he seems to be sitting on a throne with a gorgeous crown.

So what if this Hogwarts is Dumbledore's territory? So what if the White Lord likes to be in control?

I don't need to hide in the shadows to develop, I don't need to drill like a schemer, I, Clark, just want to stand under the sun and enjoy my success and glory!

I want all of them, shout my name!

I want my kingdom of God, lift it up to the sky!

【Ding! With your handsome appearance, your flamboyant behavior has aroused the admiration of some girls, experience +230]

Judging from the number of experience points, the behavior of the Sorting Hat did not help Clark gain much prestige.

But yes, reality is not a cool novel after all, and Clark is not a crooked dragon king, he does not have the aura of domineering,

It is impossible to rely on the praise of the Sorting Hat to make everyone accept their heads and worship.

Although the entire auditorium was silent, and the little wizards were too shocked to speak by this strange incident, few of them took it to heart.

They just thought it was another Sorting Hat rant, trying to add a little fun to the end of the Sorting Ceremony.

Even the teachers on the rostrum agreed that the hat was old and going crazy.

Only Dumbledore put a smile on his face, and was staring at Clark firmly from behind the half-moon glasses with a scrutinizing gaze.

But Clark didn't care about this. For him, this matter was actually a magical ceremony.

It is the beginning of a legend, the beginning of a myth.

Just like the birth prophecy of Harry Potter, the vision of Liu Xiu's birth from heaven.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. When the future Clark accomplishes great deeds one by one, someone will naturally think of everything that happened tonight, and then believe it. And these beliefs will push the prophecy into the future.

You don't even know if the future is predicted by others, or if the future is made possible because of the prediction.

As for being exposed to Dumbledore?

Clark believes that the greatest white wizard may be a brilliant politician, but he must not be an extreme seeker.

He is betting that this abnormality in his body will not cause this chaotic and kind White Demon King to get to the bottom of it and end up in person. After all, the anchor point of this soul is "love", and it is "love" that makes him suppress it. It is "love" that keeps him from losing his mind at such an age.

Dumbledore's "love" is heavier than a mountain. The power of this mystical oath makes it impossible for him to violate his principles, because doing so would be denying the meaning of his existence.

"Gryffindor!"

When the Sorting Hat shouted Clark's house name, no one cheered, no one applauded, people were silent, and Clark didn't care about it at all.

"Mr. Prewett, hurry and sit at your table!"

A serious and rigid voice sounded beside him, and Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, put an end to the matter.

"Oh, yes. Sorry to trouble you, ma'am!"

He took off the sorting hat, placed it on the stool properly, and said sincerely, while bowing slightly gracefully, like an instinct engraved in his genes.

Professor McGonagall nodded reservedly, satisfied with his behaviour.

And when Clark sat next to Hermione, the cheerful atmosphere in the auditorium was restored again.

"Cool! We can brag about this for a whole year."

His two cousins, George and Fred, ran over excitedly to say hello to him. Hermione, who was sitting beside him, was also blushing, very excited by his performance just now.

In addition, the little witch at the Ravenclaw table next door turned her head from time to time and looked at him secretly.

Now, he could finally take a good look at the reactions of the other teachers.