Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

After dinner, the four of Clark nervously avoided the other young wizards and sat on the orange sofa in the Gryffindor common room.

No one came to pay attention to them, um... because the Gryffindor students were all around George and Fred, watching them play magic cards, which had been upgraded to version 3.5.

The new version kept pace with the times, added a silver-level juvenile fire dragon card, and also learned from "Yu-Gi-Oh", and added the player's blood bar system, which will no longer determine the winner, which greatly enhances the reliability of the game. Playability.

Attracted by their movements, Ron kept sneaking peeks at first, and then watched directly, completely forgetting about tonight's mission.

However, there is always an end to the game. The little wizards have not yet developed the habit of staying up late to play games, and they all went to bed.

"Actually, I don't think we need to go if Snape doesn't act tonight."

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in the common room, Ron said tentatively that the pet crow that Clark had let out to monitor the corridor on the fourth floor hadn't returned.

Harry glared at him dissatisfied, and asked Clark, "Can the crow really be able to monitor, after all, it's just a bird."

Clark leisurely flipped through the book, deducing tonight's situation in his mind, without raising his head, "Don't worry, Harry, you've asked this question several times. According to research by scientists, crows have an IQ equivalent to that of a five-year-old child. "

As soon as the words fell, there was a knocking sound outside the window of the lounge.

Several people heard the sound and looked, and found that it was the crow Fujin.

"Snape is on the move!"

Harry let out a low cry, and hurried upstairs to the dormitory to get the invisibility cloak, while Hermione got up and let Fokkin in.

As soon as the little guy entered the room, he landed in front of Clark, folded his wings, walked forward with his head on the table, and looked around from time to time.

"What is it doing?" Ron asked.

Clark smiled, "This is imitating the sneaky appearance of the mysterious man."

When Ron saw it, he felt that they were quite similar, so he couldn't help but also laughed.

"Quick, let's put it on and see if we can cover four people."

Harry ran down the stairs, the Invisibility Cloak in hand, and greeted him repeatedly.

"What are you going to do?"

A voice came from the corner of the lounge.

"Neville!"

It was Neville who made the sound, crawling out from under an armchair, still clutching his toad, Rifle, tightly.

It seemed that this toad with the blood of the invisible monster was fighting for his freedom again, and Neville also eliminated his own sense of existence because of the characteristics of this pet, which made Clark and the others ignore him.

"It's nothing, Neville, why don't you rest." Harry hid the Invisibility Cloak behind him awkwardly.

It's a pity that they had no scruples when they spoke just now, and Neville had already heard them.

"You are going to go out for a night tour again!" His tone was very firm. It seemed that the adventure of the midnight duel last time left a deep impression on him.

Hermione quickly denied, "No, no, we don't plan to go out, so we'll go back to the dormitory."

While speaking, she winked at Harry and the others, telling them to fool Neville first, and then sneak away wearing the invisibility cloak.

But she seemed to have forgotten that Neville was in the same dormitory as Clark and the others, so it was impossible to fool him just like this.

"Don't try to lie to me," said Neville, who was still very smart, "the holidays are coming to an end, Gryffindors rarely get higher points than Slytherins, and we're about to win our first House Cup in years. You guys Can not Go Out!"

"You don't understand." Harry looked at the grandfather clock at the door and found that it was almost half past twelve, feeling very anxious in his heart. "This matter is very important."

But Neville seemed determined to stop them desperately.

"I can't let you do that," he said, standing in front of the portrait hole.

"Get out of the way, Neville." Clark said, and Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that Neville had always admired Clark, and it shouldn't be a problem if he spoke.

But she miscalculated.

"No!" Neville looked at Clark firmly, "You told me to be brave in resisting and fighting, and I've always kept that in mind."

"That's right, but that doesn't mean you have to resist us." Ron roared angrily, "Neville, you don't even know what you're doing."

The expression on Neville's face was very serious, "Power and oppression don't distinguish between you and me, and resistance and struggle don't matter how close or close you are. If you turn a blind eye to wrong things just because of the relationship between friends, then the so-called persistence is just a piece of cake. joke."

"Not bad!" Clark showed a gratified smile on his face, happy that Neville could strengthen his belief, this is really a piece of jade.

"All—petrochemical!"

In order to reward his awareness, Clark can only reward him with a petrification spell.

The off-white light shot out from Ron's armpit, hitting the unsuspecting Neville, coating him with a color like cement lime.

His whole body froze there in an instant, his body became stiff and stiff, he stood upright, motionless, like a stone sculpture, swayed on the spot a few times, then fell face down to the ground.

Ron quickly reached out to help, but fortunately Clark swung his backhand and cast a floating spell, causing him to fall lightly to the ground.

"What's the situation?" Harry was taken aback by Clark's sudden attack.

"This is a Binding Curse." Hermione explained to Harry from the side. "It's not dangerous, it just makes people unable to move. With Clark's strength, it should be untied automatically in a few hours."

Clark went forward to turn Neville over, and saw that his upper and lower jaws were locked together, unable to speak, but his eyes were still fixed on Clark, full of puzzlement, disappointment and anger.

Does this count as self-imposed cocoon?

The smile on Clark's face remained undiminished, "Teach people to the end. I told you to resist and fight bravely before, so now I will teach you another trick of fighting."

"Struggle is not about treating guests to dinner, doing homework, painting and playing ball. You can't relax like that, take it easy, have illusions like that, and be humble and courteous like that. Struggle is fighting violence with violence, and resisting fists with your fists. Struggle requires you to do it well. Prepare!"

Along with his words, a chill rushed over Hermione's head. It was the first time she heard such a thorough and indifferent answer from Clark.

Although she may not fully understand the deeper meaning of this, but just relying on the literal meaning and the live demonstration of Neville and Clark, she has mastered part of the knack for fighting.

Don't engage in unprepared struggles, don't let your guard down, and never have illusions and despise struggles, thinking that you can persuade the enemy and change your mind with just one mouth.