Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Whether it's a demon or not, I don't know. I can only see clearly after it is released."

Facing Dumbledore's question, Clark knew that whether it was psychic powers or the use of Muggle knowledge to cast words, it would not be effective in front of this wise old man.

Because on the bookshelf behind the other party, Clark clearly saw the figure of "Das Kapital". The White Demon King had actually overcome the wizard's emotional thinking mode influenced by magic, and read the Muggle's rational masterpiece.

So he decided to tell the truth.

"But I know that if we choose to do nothing because of fear and fear, and stay where we are, then we will not be locked in the cage, but us."

The voice fell, and the room fell into a long silence. Dumbledore looked at Clark standing proudly in front of him, as if he saw another haunted figure from him, and Clark looked back at him not to be outdone. Just like that man back then.

At this moment, the eyes of both sides seemed to meet tens of thousands of times, and Dumbledore's penetrating eyes seemed to be able to see Clark's inner thoughts clearly through the window of his soul.

Fortunately, Clark's psychic powers [Conceal Thoughts] and [Fake Feelings] are powerful enough to make him look so calm under Dumbledore's scrutiny.

In this way, when Dumbledore looked away, Clark's mental energy had been reduced to only three points.

"There is some truth to what you said," Dumbledore said in a deep tone, with his hands resting on the table, his fingers resting on his chin, the half-moon-shaped spectacle lenses reflecting the candlelight, "so those things you did last year, I didn't object, on the contrary, I added more strength."

Clark knew that he was talking about the matter that he was removed from Hogwarts by planning to build a dragon farm, so he nodded, "I guessed it."

"To be honest, I have been a teacher for so many years, and I have met countless students, and there are some outstanding children among them, but they are still a little bit worse than you.

Clark, you are smart, calm, self-disciplined, have lofty aspirations and ideals, are talented, and full of executive power. Even I, at your age, may not be as good as you.

But too high talent, then often blinds our eyes, makes us get lost in this extraordinary talent, thinks we are superior, and thus ignores other more beautiful things.

Such as friendship, family, or love! "

Speaking of which, Dumbledore seemed to recall some not-so-good memories,

This made his tone slightly low and sad.

But before Clark could answer, Dumbledore stood up, walked around the desk, walked in front of Clark, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Dumbledore was about 1.8 meters tall, which forced Clark, who was standing in front of him, to look up at him.

"Please forgive the chatter and sentimentality of an old man, maybe time will prove you are right, but as your principal, I still have to remind you that the mission of students is to study hard.

The adult world is complex and delicate, with countless undercurrents and shadows lurking in it, which is not what you should dabble in right now.

You are still young, and you have a brighter future. The future is yours. How can I expect to pass on the burden to you before I retire? "

There was a smile on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth, but Clark could clearly see the trace of tiredness that could not be concealed from his eyebrows.

Yes, in everyone's impression, Dumbledore is the great wizard who defeated two Dark Lords in a row and saved the wizarding world from fire and water.

He is brave, strong, kind and full of wisdom, but who can realize that he is also old?

Time is fair to everyone, and now Dumbledore is just an old man with white beard and hair and a wrinkled face. Perhaps, I can wait until Dumbledore dies, inherit his position, and evolve steadily. the world to achieve their goals.

As soon as this idea came out, it began to grow vigorously in the warm sunshine like a bunch of weeds, crawling all over Clark's mind.

The vigilance in his heart began to dissipate, and subconsciously cooperated with Dumbledore's words, nodded, and the words of agreement were almost blurted out.

However, the next moment, the fragment of godhead in Clark's mind shone brightly, waking him up.

"Damn, I almost fell into this old guy's way."

Clark came back to his senses, looked at the psychic energy that had been displayed as 0 on his system panel, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He originally thought that Old Deng would give up for the time being after some fruitless explorations. After all, he, Clark, was also a student of Dumbledore.

However, the old headmaster is worthy of the nickname White Demon King. Even without any basis, he did not hesitate to use spiritual magic to give Clark a hint. This shameless behavior is not much different from using the Imperius Curse.

Of course, in the eyes of our old principal, this kind of behavior of mine may not be regarded as harming the students, but should be regarded as a means of protecting the students and preventing them from falling into the dark side.

After all, Dumbledore's starting point is indeed for Clark's good. As long as Clark agrees, then he will be considered to have completed a small contract ceremony. In the days to come, he will devote more attention to his studies.

Of course, Dumbledore may not know that among the heavens and worlds, the last Obi-Wan Kenobi who did this has been killed by his good apprentice Anakin Skywalker.

Dumbledore's behavior also allowed Clark to see clearly how horribly distorted the mind of a wizard who has been impregnated with the magic of chaos all year round.

This made him abandon the fantasy of transforming the magic power of chaos. If the wizarding world wants to truly develop, if he wants to use Hogwarts and the little wizards in the school as his ladder to God, he must get rid of the shackles of the magic power of chaos .

It seemed that his plan to change jobs as an ordinary wizard had to start this year.

Thoughts in Clark's mind turned back and forth, but the expression on his face remained the same, and he followed Dumbledore's words and said, "Well, I see, Professor."

Dumbledore didn't notice his abnormality. Seeing that Clark responded, he showed a relieved smile on his face and patted him on the shoulder again.

"It's best if you understand my painstaking efforts."

After saying this, he sat back behind the desk. At this moment, Clark pretended to be reacting, the blank look in his eyes flashed away, and his acting skills can be said to be proficient.

Seeing his reaction, Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, no doubt about him, smiled and said to Clark: "Okay, I called you here today for these things, if you have nothing else, I will Just let Fox send you back."

Clark nodded subconsciously, then shook his head again, and almost blurted out, "One more thing!"