Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Facing his aunt, Clark once again remembered the fear of being dominated by three aunts and six wives in his previous life.

That is a blind date problem that every older man will encounter. But now, he is only a thirteen-year-old child, why should he face these things.

"Is she the only child in that girl's family?"

"I heard from Ron that you were inseparable at school."

"Her grades are pretty good. I heard that she is the second grader, just a little lower than you."

While glaring at Ron who betrayed him, Clark struggled to deal with Aunt Molly's various problems. Finally, he found an opportunity, changed the topic, and invited them to use the fireplace of his Lihen Bookstore and return to the shabby home with Floo powder. live.

As for himself, although he promised Aunt Molly to visit her house for dinner, it is rare for him to come to Diagon Alley. Clark is still planning to go to the family's shops in Diagon Alley to see the business situation, and go there later. .

However, a sudden change disrupted Clark's plan. When he sent off Uncle Arthur who was left at the end, a burst of red light suddenly appeared in front of him accompanied by a "cracking" sound.

"What the hell!"

Clark stretched out his arm subconsciously, intending to use the psionic power of [manipulate small objects] to push away the object, but an inspiring cry interrupted his movement.

A big crimson bird suddenly appeared in front of Clark. It was as big as a crane, with a slender body, and its feathers were shiny and shiny. Its tail, which was similar to a peacock, shone with a soft golden light, and it dragged to the ground for a long time. , the whole body is filled with a strong breath of life, and it looks very beautiful.

This is? Phoenix!

Although Clark had never seen a living creature, he still recognized this rare and beautiful XXXX magical animal at a glance.

As for why this thing appeared in front of him, Clark also roughly guessed it. After all, he didn't think he was a saint born into the world, so how could he attract Phoenix to vote.

Sure enough, after observing the surroundings for a second, the big bird flew straight towards Clark, stopped in front of him, and handed him the note it was holding in its paw.

Clark took the note from the golden claw of the phoenix, unfolded it, and saw the words "Hold on to it" flying on it, and immediately understood what Dumbledore meant.

"The principal wants you to take me back to school,

Is it right? Clark stared at the two shiny black eyes of the phoenix, saw it nodded, and without hesitation, directly grabbed the tail that was stretched out by the phoenix.

As expected of a magical animal representing the element of fire, Clark only felt that the feathers he grabbed were surprisingly hot, and then a strange sense of relief quickly passed over his body.

Then there was a change of light and shadow in front of his eyes, as if he had passed through a long red tunnel, and before he could react, he appeared in another room.

It was a large, beautiful circular room, filled with all kinds of funny little decorations.

On a table with slender legs by the wall, there are many strange silverware. They rotate and emit small puffs of white smoke. From Clark's knowledge, he doesn't know what they do. .

Looking up from the table, the entire wall is covered with various portraits. They include men and women, old and young, but they seem to have fallen asleep at the moment, and they are in their respective photo frames. Li, snoring softly.

This should be Dumbledore's headmaster's office. Those hanging on the wall may be the magical portraits of previous Hogwarts headmasters.

Clark had already guessed where he was taken by the Phoenix. He turned around and found that there was a huge solid wood long table in the center of the room. The four corners of the table were strange and claw-shaped.

On a shelf behind the desk was a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat, the same sorting hat he'd seen in first year.

Seeing this, Clark hesitated for a moment. Of course he knew that the hat contained Gryffindor's sword, and he could guess without thinking about it. It must be a magic item that can provide advanced professions.

But this time in the principal's office, he looked up at the phoenix on a tall gilded perch behind the door, and finally decided to give up.

Although the magic pocket he carried with him could hold the sword, but Dumbledore was not there, and it was not an elegant behavior to move things in the other party's room without the owner's permission, or even steal property.

The gentleman is careful not to deceive the dark room.

Even if a person is in a dark room, he must stick to his principles and bottom line. This is not only for Clark to maintain his absolute neutral camp, but also for him to improve his xinxing and strengthen his spiritual energy.

Otherwise, just rely on the power of [Psychic] provided by Godhead, without learning and experiencing, and advance along the road to strengthen your own mind. So in the end, even if it is really strong, it is just a slave to power.

The unity of knowledge and action, power and control, has never been a lie.

Besides, who knows if the old honey Dumbledore is hiding aside, peeping at his actions.

Just as Clark was looking at the Sorting Hat and exercising his control over greed, a sudden sound of argument came from outside the door of the principal's office, startling him.

"I don't agree with adding another school board seat. We already have 12 school board members. One more is 13. That's not a good number!"

"Come on, little Bock, we are wizards, and we don't believe in the religious taboos of Muggle legends."

"Even if you don't believe it, the little guy from the Prewett family is only 13 years old. Let him sit on an equal footing with us, so where will we save face? By the way, your Theodore seems to have a niece who is the same age as him, no Maybe they are thinking about getting married now."

"Shut your stinky mouth."

The sound of the quarrel was getting closer, and the next moment, the door of the principal's office was pushed open from the outside.

The one who came in first was a well-mannered middle-aged gentleman wearing a dark green suit, a bow tie, and a cane. Being able to see a wizard dressed so much like a normal Muggle in the wizarding world, Clark couldn't help but look at him curiously.

And when the middle-aged gentleman saw Clark, he didn't seem to have thought that there was still someone in the principal's office. He was stunned for a while, then nodded to him reservedly, and walked into the room unhurriedly.

Immediately behind him were two middle-aged wizards, one fat and one thin. They were wearing traditional black wizard robes, and they were still glaring at each other like fighting cocks. Obviously, the quarrel that Clark heard just now, It must have been sent by them.

The two were also taken aback by Clark who suddenly appeared in the principal's office, but Clark recognized one of them and greeted the fat middle-aged wizard with a smile.

"Mr. Aibo, long time no see."

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