Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I'm looking for you, Harry." A handsome young man with a smile on his face slowly walked down the steps at the side of the hall. It was Clark who had gone there for some reason.

"Harry said he didn't want to go back during the summer vacation. You know, his uncle and aunt didn't treat him well, and his cousin always bullied him, so he wanted to ask Principal Dumbledore if he could apply to stay in school during the vacation."

"Oh, poor child," Professor McGonagall lowered his vigilance and looked at Harry with compassion. She had seen that family before, and it was indeed not a good family.

"But you can't stay in school, my boy. There's no one in the holiday school. You have to go back to the Muggle world, where your relatives are."

"Why?" Harry was successfully led into the ditch by Clark, completely forgetting why he was looking for Professor Dumbledore, and focused on staying in school during the summer vacation.

Professor McGonagall looked at him embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, kid."

Saying that, without giving Harry a chance to continue speaking, he left decisively.

Harry looked at Clark and the others in disbelief.

"why?"

Clark patted Harry on the shoulder comfortingly, and pulled him out of the hall. There were people coming and going, and teachers passed by from time to time. It was really not a good place to talk about things.

The four of them walked down the steps and returned to the lake. Harry was still complaining in frustration: "Why don't they allow me to stay in school? There are two months of summer vacation. It would be a disaster to go back. They don't even know about me. How bad is the uncle and aunt's house!"

After speaking, he pointed the finger at Clark again.

"Clark, where did you go just now? It's all because of the fire dragon. Hagrid actually told the way to deal with Lu Wei. Professor Dumbledore also left the school. I was about to explain to the dean when you interrupted me."

Hermione told Clark all the news she had just chatted with Hagrid in a low voice, but he already knew these things.

He wasn't surprised by Hagrid's big mouth. After all, Rubeus Hagrid, who was tight-lipped, kept a jar.

"The headmaster went to the London Ministry of Magic to review the qualifications of the dragon farm. I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Clark explained: "However, telling Professor McGonagall about this is of no use. After all, Quirrell is a teacher at Hogwarts. She won't believe us easily. On the contrary, it might arouse her suspicion of us. Limit our movements."

"The principal is not here,

If we can’t tell the teacher, we have to do something. Harry whispered eagerly. "We've got to have someone to keep an eye on Snape, and someone has to watch the fourth-floor corridor." So, Hermione and Clark, you go and watch Snape, Ron and I stay outside the hallway on the fourth floor. "

Harry said to Ron, "Let's go."

But Hermione and Ron stood there, not moving at all.

Clark spoke.

"No need, I have already arranged for my pet to monitor in the corridor on the fourth floor. Don't worry about it. The four of us are too conspicuous, so we better not hang around in front of the professor."

Hermione and Ron nodded, agreeing with his words, "Well, that's the only way to go now."

"Do not!"

Harry felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and almost blurted it out.

Both Hermione and Ron stared at him, only to see that his face was flushed, his eyes were shining brightly, and he deliberately lowered his voice.

"I can sneak through the corridor on the fourth floor tonight and get the Philosopher's Stone first." Impulsively, Harry proposed his own protection plan.

Good guy, killing witnesses is perfect stealth, and stealing things first is perfect protection. This logic is simply impeccable.

"You're crazy!" Ron was stunned by Harry's words.

"You can't do that!" said Hermione. "If you get caught, you could be expelled. Just make it through tonight and Professor Dumbledore will be back."

Isn't what I said really implying that the principal is not here today, so don't worry about taking risks? Clark secretly praised Hermione's words in his heart.

"So what?" Harry looked very excited, "I have an invisibility cloak, no one can see us."

Because the incident of sending the fire dragon away was missing, Harry had never experienced being caught and beaten at night, so he was extra confident at this time.

"Since we all know that Dumbledore is not here, tonight is an excellent opportunity. As a professor, Snape cannot be unaware."

He deliberately emphasized his tone, as if he was convincing Hermione and the others, as well as himself.

"My forehead has been hurting a lot recently, remember? You all said that this is the mark left by the Dark Lord when he cast a spell. Hermione, you said that it has a special connection in occultism. Now that it has produced reaction, then it proves that the matter of Snape stealing the Sorcerer's Stone might have something to do with Voldemort."

Harry has suddenly become very clever, and he can even get a part of the truth right by relying on blindness.

Seeing things start to develop according to his expectations, Clark's heart became more calm, and Harry also made the final decision.

"The Philosopher's Stone brings the dead back to life, right? That's what Voldemort needs right now. Snape is probably doing things for Voldemort the way he is. I can't watch him get it, and I don't want the school to be razed to the ground." ! I don't want to go back to the life I lived at my uncle's house!"

He remembered the incident when he applied to stay in school and was rejected by Professor McGonagall.

"I must go through that trapdoor tonight. Voldemort must not get the Sorcerer's Stone. No one can stop me, I said!"

Harry finished what he wanted to say in one breath, and he felt extremely happy. He glared at Clark and the others angrily, as if he would break with anyone who dared to stop him.

"it is good!"

Clark was the first to applaud.

"Ambition, this is the real Gryffindor, we will act tonight."

"We—the four of us?" Harry felt his breath clogged in his chest. He originally regarded Clark as an imaginary enemy, thinking that the other party would stop him.

After all, the reason why Gryffindor was so close to Slytherin's score was all due to Clark's hard work in class.

Unexpectedly, the other party supported him, which made Harry feel that he was a little too sensitive.

"Oh, don't be silly," Ron put his arm on Harry's shoulders, "do you think we'll let you face Snape alone?"

"Of course not." Hermione said decisively, "We are friends, remember, just like when the troll ran out, didn't you and Ron come to look for me? We won't let you Alone. Right, Clark?"

Harry watched them, and Clark stood there, nodding at him with Dumbledore's same smile on his face.

Instantly, Harry felt as if a hot flame had been lit in his chest, and a hot air filled his soul.

With such a friend, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The four stayed by the lake again, discussing for a long time about protecting the Philosopher's Stone tonight, and worked out various solutions.

All we have to do is wait for the night to come.