Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

No pain No gain.

This is a sentence that Clark's father in his previous life often instilled in him. As a steel worker in the 1980s, his father suffered a lot in his life, but he did not become a master in the end.

However, it was not until today that he realized that in order to become a master, in addition to suffering hardships, he had to have a strong foundation.

It's like those bigwigs who, after becoming successful and famous, always just talk about how much hardship they suffered, how much they suffered, and how much they have to work hard, but they never mention who their ex-girlfriend and father-in-law are.

Clark has confidence in his heart. He knows that the suffering he has suffered will eventually pay off, and he can persist until now.

And when the pain of being reborn, cutting hair and washing the marrow reached its peak, his consciousness had already begun to become dizzy, and the bondage of his body reached the lowest point in history.

It seems that he only needs to struggle lightly, and he can break free from this narrow cage.

No, maybe he's already broken free.

The world is no longer the world!

Clark could clearly see that the basement in front of him was still filled with soft golden light, and Hermione, who was distraught, was shrinking against the wall, looking at him with tears streaming down her face.

And above Quirrell's head, a group of dark and deep mini dark clouds are suppressed by the golden light of the room, like a hat, tightly attached to his little head.

That should be Voldemort's remnant soul, he could actually see the essence of the soul, and gained the ability of spiritual vision.

He looked down again, and found that his body was lying quietly on the floor, his face was as pale as paper, and his chest was not heaving.

To be precise, he was light and floating, floating above his head without any weight, and saw his body.

"I actually died! Is this the soul leaving the body?"

A thought emerged in Clark's mind. He remembered the Taoist out-of-body and Yinshen in the novels he had read in his previous life.

It turns out that this so-called cleansing point is really re-opening an account!

But also, the [Chaos Magic Power] of the [Wizard] profession is a mixture of blood power and spiritual power, which exist in the middle of the material dimension and the spiritual dimension. To get rid of them completely, one must either destroy the body or the soul.

Of course Clark's soul cannot be destroyed, the only way to do it is to let him die again.

When people die, everything disappears,

When his body completely lost his vital signs, the circulating magic power immediately produced a chain reaction. The blood power that originally belonged to the body became heavy and stagnant, while the spiritual power that belonged to the soul became more active and frivolous.

It was as if the base of the building block tower had been removed from the bottom, and [Chaos Magic Power] began to irreversibly disintegrate and fission.

And under the nourishment of the spiritual power that overflowed after the magic power decomposed, Clark's soul became more and more solid, his thoughts became more and more clear, and the spirit body's sensitivity to the surrounding became more and more sensitive.

He could even clearly feel that a mysterious power was pouring out from the ground under his feet and the surrounding castle walls, continuously pouring into his soul to help him maintain the existence of his soul.

"This is? This is the Hogwarts castle protecting me! It's the mirror image ceremony on the lake that I passed when I was admitted to school."

Clark quickly realized that he could use this protective power to return to his body, waiting for the professor's rescue in a state of suspended animation.

Of course, he can also choose not to go back, but under the condition of ischemia and hypoxia, the brain cells will generally die completely after six minutes, and at that time, without the body, he can only rely on the help of this force. Next, transform into a Hogwarts groundbound spirit.

In addition to these two options, Clark has a third option. In addition to suffering, he also has a background.

Clark could clearly feel, no, see, that in addition to the help Hogwarts Castle gave him, there was also a special colorful light emerging from the center of his eyebrows, like an umbilical cord, connected to his abdomen .

That was the help given to him by the godhead fragments of the God of Knowledge. The profession of [Wizard] has been cleaned up, and the information and energy of [Psionist] began to pass into his soul along this spiritual umbilical cord to transform him.

He felt as if his navel was pulled by the portkey, and he flew into space involuntarily. The deep universe and the twinkling stars were revolving around him, drawing long silver lines; The magma and the floating metal particles, the bulging black and red lava bubbles are like malicious eyes.

The scale of space becomes extremely large at one time, and becomes extremely small at another time.

"You think you know how the world works?"

A peaceful, Dumbledore-like voice began to echo in Clark's ears, and a strong thrust pressed against his back, making him move forward! forward!

"You think the physical universe is everything?"

The surrounding light began to distort, as if he had entered a kaleidoscope tunnel. He didn't know whether he was going up or down, and the direction of space was meaningless. Anyway, all kinds of lights pulled out long light bands around him.

Then, there was another sudden shock, and it stopped for an instant. Clark even felt that under the strong inertia, his consciousness rushed out of his soul.

"What is true?"

He was suspended above the huge pupils, the dark golden irises were like radial ravines, and in the black abyss in the center of the pupils, a bright beam of light shot up into the sky, like a golden road, sucking him into it.

"What is phantom?"

The body is constantly splitting and reorganizing in the golden light. He seems to have become a particle, spanning an infinite distance, and then recombining at the other end of the cosmic dimension.

No, maybe these are not another universe.

"Behind what you know, what kind of secrets are hidden?"

All kinds of weird things appeared in his field of vision, hundreds of billions of brain neurons stretched out like octopuses in the white sea of ​​brains, and weird nerve tentacles swayed and spread.

"At the source of reality, spirit may be connected to matter."

The fish and shrimps of memory shuttled between the brain nerves, and were occasionally captured by nerve tentacles. Clark walked through it like this, and countless tentacles entangled him, and emotions rushed into his heart.

"Thoughts shape reality."

He looked down at the palm of his hand, five tiny fingers like tentacles protruded from each finger, and five smaller fingers protruded from these little fingers, and his hand began to fractal infinitely.

The fingerprints on the palm began to be divided. It turned out that his palm was also composed of fingers, and his whole body was actually a "finger man" composed of fingers.

"The world is infinite, and only the universe of the mind can hold it."

Clark found himself getting smaller and insignificant, while the surrounding brain neuron cells were getting bigger and bigger. Each cell was like a vast galaxy, and where those nerve tentacles were, it was clear that they were tentacles. The cantilever of the Milky Way.

When the line of sight is infinitely farther away, you can see that every star that is dying is a spark of thinking, and every collision of stars is an alternation of chemical transmitters.

The universe and the brain, the very large and the very small, tend to be infinitely unified at this moment. Perhaps his life is just a dream of this cosmic brain.

"Who are you? In this multiverse, who is the real you? Mr. Prewett? Zhang Wei? Or—Oghma?"