Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The afternoon sun passed through the corridor and slanted on Clark's face, dividing the entire corridor into two parts, light and shadow.

Clark was bathed in the sun like this, his hair was dyed golden by the setting sun, his handsome face was paired with a warm smile, as if Gryffindor had returned from the long river of time.

As a typical Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy stood quietly in the shadow behind the colonnade, staring at Clark with a pair of sinister eyes, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of his face. The meat comes.

Just looking at them from a distance like this, light and darkness, innocence and sophistication, smile and indifference, one can tell who is righteous and who is evil at a glance.

"Uncle Lucius, don't be angry. I haven't discussed it with Professor Dumbledore." The smile on Clark's face became brighter and brighter. go down.

"We just cherish each other. I guessed his thoughts, and I guessed that he would guess my thoughts."

Clark's answer could not dispel Lucius' suspicion, but he had already discussed with Dumbledore in the principal's office just now, and even if he realized that he had been tricked by someone now, it would be useless.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he, the patriarch of the Malfoy family, can just be teased by a child like this. He still has to say what he has to say.

"Things went well. The fire dragon will be left behind, and relying on the resources of Hogwarts, a small dragon farm will be established."

Lucius Malfoy told what he and Dumbledore had discussed in the headmaster's office.

"The Lucius family will also sponsor a sum of Galleons to the school for the start-up capital of the dragon farm, and at the same time occupy 20% of the shares of the dragon farm."

"Although the matter has been discussed, my uncle is still unhappy, little Prewett."

Lucius stretched out his black-gloved right hand, as if he was about to touch the head of Clark, his eldest nephew. As an elder, there is nothing wrong with touching the head of the younger generation affectionately. This kind of intimate behavior is understandable.

However, just as he stretched out his hand, it stopped suddenly.

It turned out that facing Lucius' offensive behavior, Clark just raised his hand slightly, and the tip of a wand emerged from his sleeve, pointing steadily at this cheap uncle, the threat was palpable. .

Who knows if he is going to pull his hair out.

"Little Prewett, you know, the Malfoy family still has a lot of business,

I might have to consider the funds for investing in the dragon farm. "

Although Lucius doesn't know why Clark is pushing for the construction of the dragon farm, he still knows the reason why we insist on things the enemy opposes, and we oppose what the enemy insists on.

While speaking threatening words, Lucius continued to pass his hand over, as if he was not afraid that Clark would really do something to him, but the next moment, he paid for his self-confidence.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a crisp explosion sound, as if a two-foot kick was ignited, the crimson flame shot out from the tip of Clark's wand, and rushed straight to Lucius' face,

Old Malfoy was also taken aback by Clark's bold behavior, the flames hit his face, he had no time to react at such a close distance, and hurriedly took a few steps back in panic.

Fortunately, a dark green light curtain was stimulated from the magic protector on his chest, blocking the fire.

The flame hit it, and with a "pop", it exploded into a plume of green smoke, the power of which was surprisingly low. Even without the magic light curtain, it would not pose any danger to Lucius' life, at most it would just make him a little embarrassed.

Seeing himself being disadvantaged by the junior again and again, Lucius finally lost his composure and forgot that it was impossible to hurt a student in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft. Li drew his wand and pointed it at Clark.

Unfortunately, he stopped again.

Because from Clark's mouth, there came out a sentence that made him tremble with fear, and he wanted to turn around and leave.

"Do you remember the black smoke spell that can swallow everything in one move? Uncle Lucius."

"I do not understand what you are saying?"

Lucius pretended to be calm, but Clark heard fear in his voice.

"Really?" Clark put away his wand calmly, not afraid that Lucius would attack him again, "But I just saw it not long ago, in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts."

"The black smoke is full of deep malice, like a black python, greedily devouring all objects, magic, even light and life span.

I saw with my own eyes a unicorn wounded by that spell, lying on the ground and moaning, the residual spell on the wound even gathered into a big black skull, suspended above it, even the unicorn 'Purification' magic, also to no avail. "

Lucius Malfoy was in no mood to question why Clark went to the Forbidden Forest anymore, he just stood there quietly, without saying a word, as if he was listening to a ridiculous story.

However, Clark could clearly see that his hand was tightly holding the snake-headed cane, and his pursed lips were as white as his face.

"Later, when I looked through the family's collection of books, I realized that it was a powerful black magic called 'Jomengard's Touch'. This magic spell was named after the world-destroying monster in Norse mythology, which symbolized bringing all kinds of magic to the world. God's Twilight, but there are not many who can really use it. As far as I know, in the current magic world, there is only one..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted roughly by Lucius.

"Enough! I don't know what you're talking about.

Little Prewett, although I don't know where you learned about this kind of black magic, but as an elder, I have to remind you that it is very dangerous to study these things in private! "

Lucius' face was contorted into a ball like he had a big piece of shit under his nose.

Clark heard the other party's sternness, so in order not to intensify the conflict, he shrugged and changed the subject.

"Draco has been very happy with me recently, and I trust him." He saw that old Malfoy's eyes were empty, and he didn't look at himself at all, knowing that he was frightened by the news just now, and his mind was confused. But this state is really just right.

"For example, about Huolong, I actually told him a long time ago, and he also knew our plan, so he didn't hide anything from him at all."

Lucius came to his senses at this moment, and his face became even uglier. What do you mean, since my son already knew about it, wouldn't he be involved in today's situation?

"Hmph! Thank you so much for taking care of my filial son."

Clark ignored Lucius and tried to meet him directly, explaining the real purpose of meeting him this time.

"Uncle Lucius, since you are running a business in the Muggle world, you should have heard that a professor of Muggle economics named James Tobin in the United States once said, don't sell all your eggs Put it in a basket."