Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Clark did not see the scene where Professor Dumbledore comforted the students. He ate the last bite of the fried egg when the little wizards were shouting loudly, and left in a hurry.

As the saying goes, the king does not see the king. It is better for the two not to meet until the plan is completed.

"The hearts of the people are available!"

Clark let out a sigh of emotion, and Malfoy, who was following him, was stunned for a moment, and roughly guessed the meaning of the sentence, but before he could speak, he heard Clark ordering him again: "The plan is going well, let's start the next step." , inform your father, just follow this."

With that said, Clark handed Malfoy a letter, and left without waiting for him to speak.

Malfoy took the letter, opened it, and the expression on his face changed.

But thinking of the charm of the little charmander he saw yesterday, his heart warmed up, he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned and walked towards the owl hut.

On the other hand, when Clark returned to the Gryffindor lounge, he found Harry waiting for him.

"I'm writing a letter to Professor Slughorn." Harry held a piece of letter paper in his hand, while Hedwig impatiently combed his feathers. "Do you need to add Norberta's matter?"

Clark shook his head, "No need, powerful spells need to be used in appropriate places, so you don't need to tell him yet, just follow my original writing."

Hermione, who was reviewing at the side, heard the movement, raised her head, and exchanged glances with him. Clark nodded slightly, indicating that everything was going well, and she returned her thoughts to the book again.

On campus, the news spread quickly. Not long after Clark returned to the dormitory, he learned of Principal Dumbledore's arrangement for Charmander from the mouths of his returning classmates.

That is to send Charmander away.

In fact, there is no need to ask, Clark can guess the result just by looking at their frustrated expressions.

It's a pity that compared to his calmness, Harry and Ron turned pale with shock, and even planned to go to Hagrid to ask him exactly how he explained it to Professor Dumbledore.

Fortunately, Clark stopped them, "Don't worry, I guessed this would happen a long time ago. With Hagrid's character, it is impossible to lie to Professor Dumbledore."

"But……"

"It's nothing, but it's just the beginning. Maybe someone will come to make the principal change his mind in a while?"

Both Harry and Ron were skeptical,

Clark smiled and said nothing, looking confident.

Sure enough, just as he thought, things turned around in the afternoon.

Malfoy was very fast. He received Clark's instructions in the morning, and his father, Lucius Malfoy, came to the school in the afternoon.

Clark stood by the window and watched him walk into the castle with his own eyes. After all, both father and son had equally conspicuous hair colors.

Of course, what old Malfoy and Dumbledore talked about in the headmaster's office, Clark himself didn't know.

But soon, he happened to meet the father and son in a corridor where no one passed by.

"A real Slytherin."

This was the first thought that popped into Clark's mind after he had a close contact with Lucius Malfoy.

Tall, with long pale golden hair in a shawl, very well maintained, it can be said to be a unique symbol of the Malfoy family.

The pure black magic robe is of extremely exquisite texture, ironed properly and naturally, with gold buckles, silver cuff patterns, and the magic amulet on the chest, it will not look too fancy, but it also looks cold. Cold elegance.

With both hands wearing black gloves, he smashed the snake-headed cane that exudes faint magical fluctuations on the ground. His wand should be hidden inside. Judging by the special style, it may be a custom-made high-end product.

In this big summer, I would rather spend more money to buy a magic robe with a cooling function, but also cover it tightly and act like a nobleman, only Slytherin can do it It's such a shameful thing to do.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy." Clark greeted him with a smile on his face.

But compared to the sunny Clark, this Mr. Malfoy was not so polite.

He raised his pale pointed face and aimed his chin at Clark, with a pair of cold gray-blue eyes looking down slightly, with an arrogant look.

"Morning, little Prewett."

"A typical Slytherin, only bright on the surface." Clark lowered his impression of Lucius Malfoy by a notch.

But with a mature mind, he would naturally not get angry at this little provocation from the other party, and he would only record it in his little notebook.

So the smile on the corner of his mouth remained undiminished, "Is Aunt Narcissa okay?"

That's right, pure-blood wizard families in the magic world are like this, they can always meet some relatives who can't get along with each other.

Clark's mother's mother, his grandmother, was a branch of the Black family, so his mother, and Lucius' wife, Narcissa Black, could be considered distant cousins.

Of course, his mother never mentioned this arrogant cousin to him, but this did not prevent him from looking up the genealogy and getting close to her. In a society of human relations, the magic world does not fight and kill, so it is not shameful.

And it worked out, at least old Malfoy wasn't aiming his pointy chin at Clark anymore.

"Well, it's okay. Draco, you go first."

Old Malfoy didn't even know what to do, he waved his hands back indifferently.

Following behind him, the little Malfoy who was stunned, the smile froze on his face, and could only leave here unwillingly.

"Uncle Lucius is very concerned about Draco," Clark looked at Malfoy's back, and changed his name along the pole.

Lucius didn't correct him either, "My silly son, compared with your wrist, it's still a little worse."

The other party's voice was as slippery as a snake, with a bit of posturing, but also a cold chill. From these words, Clark could hear a trace of dissatisfaction, so he immediately had a showdown.

"It's okay, at least he's obedient enough."

Combined with these words, Clark's smile became provocative, but before the old Malfoy got angry, he asked again: "Professor Dumbledore agrees with your point of view."

In a word, he didn't use interrogative sentences, but affirmative sentences, which made old Malfoy narrow his eyes dangerously.

"I take back what I said just now, boy, my silly son is not worthy of comparison with you at all." Lucius clenched the snake-headed cane in his hand, as if he would pull out the wand at any time, and give the dangerous boy in front of him a bad blow. curse.

Fortunately, he held back, weighing the pros and cons is a Slytherin's natural instinct.

"I said how could Draco come up with such an orderly proposal. Yes, Dumbledore agreed, and he agreed very quickly, without waiting for me to say it again. The two of you discussed it very well."

There was so much resentment in Lucius Malfoy's words that he almost wrote "Come cheat, come sneak attack on my 69-year-old comrade" on his face.