Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

【Ding! You have successfully used the 'education' skill to impart some strange knowledge to the other party, experience +10]

When the system prompt sounded, Clark thought that the magic stone had been absorbed, but this sentence appeared.

He glanced at Quirrell curiously, and found that there was a thoughtful look in his eyes, was he being limped by himself? Ah no, it should be [educated] by myself.

[The current progress of the magic stone: 95.742%]

Clark held out a third finger.

"The third hurdle, the door of life needs to find the right key, the free-flying Ravenclaw Eagle is not a slave to knowledge.

Professor Quirrell, this is your senior, Professor Flitwick, the dean of Ravenclaw, exhorting you. The spirit of Ravenclaw is like the wind, and the wise mind is in a place you can't see.

Your cleverness is nothing more than self-deception. The professors and others see it, but let you perform it.

I laugh at you, Quirrell, who is ignorant and at a loss in the choice of fate. If you repent in the first two levels, you will never see Professor Flitwick's warning. "

Quirrell was completely shattered by Clark's words. He was lost on the journey of seeking power. He didn't even remember when he forgot his original intention of stepping into Hogwarts.

[The current progress of the magic stone: 97.516%]

Clark held out a fourth finger.

"The fourth level is Professor McGonagall's black and white chessboard.

Black and white, light and darkness, justice and evil, sometimes, struggle also requires the courage to sacrifice.

I laugh at you, Qiluo, for being brave and wise on the chessboard, even worse than a child. If at that time you tried the chess with yourself and made sacrifices to promote the victory of the chess game, at this moment your master has already turned into a chess piece and was left on the chessboard. "

[The current progress of the magic stone: 98.633%]

"No! It's impossible!"

Seeing that Quirrell hesitated and fell into a state of war between heaven and man, Clark immediately struck while the iron was hot and stretched out his fifth finger.

"The troll level is your own arrangement, there is nothing to talk about. Let's talk about the fifth level, Professor Snape's Potion of Regret.

A row of potions that can move forward and backward, among them are deadly poisons.

You can't regret the choice of life, but the professors have left enough opportunities for you, whether it's Hagrid's three-headed dog, Professor Sprout's devil's net, or Professor McGonagall's Reversi game, you can all retreat Re-election, start a new life.

I laugh at you, Chilo, for being ungrateful and ungrateful. If you had chosen to drink the poison and end your own life, your master would have been expelled by the poison against the soul, howling in the pitch-black flame purgatory. "

"Quickly, kill him, fool!" Voldemort's shrill voice echoed in the room, urging Quirrell to do it.

He was terrified. Clarke's words were not intimidating. It made him feel that from leaving the Albanian forest to coming to Hogwarts, it was all planned by others.

And this plan gave him a familiar feeling, and the "love" in the plan made him sick.

It's a pity that Quirrell is not a pure Death Eater. There may still be a little bright place hidden in his life, but Voldemort's shady scene is too vast, which blinds his heart and soul.

Now being awakened by Clark, or there is some strange and unknown magical power in this bright room, anyway, at this moment, the darkness in Quirrell's heart was driven away, and a little bit of conscience was awakened, which was the first time in his life. Choose to defy Voldemort's orders.

"Do not……"

[The current progress of the magic stone: 99.420%]

Of course Clark didn't have a sixth finger, so he retracted his fingers and clenched them into a fist. The raised right fist was extraordinarily powerful.

"The sixth level, which is the last level, Professor Dumbledore still gave you one last chance.

Even if you have no guts, no benevolence, no wisdom, no courage, and no justice, he still regards you as his student and chooses to 'love' you. He never thought of destroying your life, didn't he? All these levels are not fatal!

That mirror, the Mirror of Erised, can follow your heart's desire and show you the future that is most likely to fulfill that desire. With the help of this ability, Professor Dumbledore released a small spell, as long as his preset requirements are met, this wish can be realized.

When you look in the mirror, if there is any trace of remorse in your heart, a little bit of yearning for the light, and you want to get rid of Voldemort's entanglement and his control, then the mirror will show the scene of you regaining your freedom , and Voldemort's remnant soul will be sealed forever in the mirror space.

This is the hope that Professor Dumbledore left for you! "

Voldemort had completely lost his voice, as if he was also afraid that Quirrell would suddenly turn around and look in the mirror, but under the expectant eyes of Clark and Hermione, Quirrell stood there without turning around at all.

There was a bitter smile on his face, and this was the first time Clark had seen him smile since he entered school.

"I'm so pitiful," Quirrell murmured in a low voice at first, then his voice became louder and louder, and finally he was roaring, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes, "Poor Quirrell, became Dumbledore and The tool of the Dark Lord's confrontation, what's wrong with me, ah!"

He waved his wand excitedly, and a violent wind bomb whizzed out, hitting Clark hard against the wall.

"What's wrong with me? Is it wrong to not be brave? I'm just an ordinary person. Do you know how I have lived this year? Who understands my fear and sadness?

Dumbledore? Snape? Have they experienced my sadness? Open your mouth to sacrifice, shut your mouth to fight, what's the point of what you said.

I just want to teach well at Hogwarts, why don't you let me go? "

"I understand……"

Clark swallowed the fishy sweetness in his mouth, and tried to get up, but the next moment, a gust of wind knocked him to the ground again.

"No, you don't understand!" Quirrell cried choked up, his face was covered with tears and snot, and he couldn't tell the difference.

"You little bastard from a pure-blooded family, why did you tell me this, why did you give me hope."

"You were born in a castle, and once you landed, you will be taken care of by house elves. When you grow up, you will be taught magic by your elders, and you will have ancestral spell books to learn. You will be the son of heaven when you enter school, and you will be valued by teachers. How can you understand us? The feelings of ordinary wizards."

The howling wind was like a giant's palm, tossing and beating Clark over and over. The shattered wind blades cut through his skin like knives.

Clark remained silent, as if he was dead. Only the blood spilled all over the ground could prove that he was still alive.

Hermione covered her mouth and sobbed against the wall, trying to go up to help, but she clearly watched, and Clark, who was lying on the ground, shook his head at her, then stretched out a bloody finger, and shook her twice.

[The current progress of the magic stone: 100%]