Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I have a problem with your selection of Lockhart as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the new semester."

Clarke's words made Dumbledore laugh instantly, "Why, are you dissatisfied with our newly recruited Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"That's right," Clark said with certainty, "I just interviewed that Gilderoy Lockhart on behalf of the Daily Prophet today, and I think he's just an embroidered pillow, and he can't teach us anything useful at all. "

To be honest, Clark decided to change his words on the spur of the moment.

Because of Dumbledore's behavior just now, he felt that it was better to hide a little clumsiness.

With Lockhart's performance, Dumbledore must have seen his unreliability. If he pointed out Lockhart's true face and acted too smart, it might arouse Dumbledore's fear again.

"Even from a bad teacher, you can learn a lot: what not to do, what not to be."

Dumbledore didn't know about Clark's belly, so he gave his reasons directly.

Of course, this reason was not enough to make Clark angry.

Hogwarts is a school of magic, and Dumbledore, as the head of the school, is tasked with providing better educational services for all the students who come here to study.

This temple of knowledge is not a testing ground for his own ideas, nor is it an amusement park he built to cultivate the so-called savior.

However, when these words came to his lips, they all turned into one sentence in the end, "Okay!"

Clark suddenly understood that no matter how much he said, he could not change Dumbledore's mind if he was not in his position, and he was not in charge of politics, because he was still just a student, just a child.

Adults will not really accept a child's opinions from the bottom of their hearts, just as they will never learn that when talking to a child, they should squat down and listen.

The room fell into silence again, and Clark could only look at Dumbledore in embarrassment, "Then, Professor, I'll go back first if I have nothing to do?"

Dumbledore nodded, and Clark walked towards Fawkes, reaching out to grab his tail feathers, but then he stopped again and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Actually, I have another question, professor. What are the silverware you put on that table for?"

"Ah! Are you talking about that?" A smug smile appeared on Dumbledore's face,

Like a little kid introducing a favorite toy to his friends, "That's an air humidifier I bought from a Muggle, they're fun, aren't they?"

Clark was dumbfounded by his answer, and in the end he could only hold Fox's tail feathers tightly amid Fox's dissatisfied tweets, and disappeared in front of Dumbledore with a "whoosh".

After he was alone in the room, a voice suddenly came from the portrait behind him, "Dumbledore, you are too harsh on him, he is just a child."

Dumbledore didn't speak, just took off his half-moon-shaped glasses, heaved a sigh of relief, took out his handkerchief and wiped it, as if this would help him see more clearly...

On the other side, Clark was teleported back to the second floor of Lihen Bookstore by Phoenix again without any response.

It was a very comfortable method of teleportation, far more comfortable than floo powder, portkeys, and apparition.

Clark watched Phoenix Fox leave, sank himself into the soft sofa, and let out a long sigh to release the pressure in his heart.

Just now in the principal's office, that short hour was more tiring than his battle with Voldemort.

Not only did he have to try his best to convince the three school management representatives, but he also had to deal with Dumbledore's scrutiny and temptation.

Fortunately, now that all these things have come to an end, he can finally have a good rest.

Lying on the sofa like this, Clark fell into a sleepy dream, and didn't wake up until the manager of Lihen Bookstore came to him in the afternoon.

"What time is it?" Clark stretched his waist, only feeling clear-headed and full of energy.

"It's already 4 o'clock in the afternoon." The bookstore manager bent down and replied, "The signing session is over, and Mr. Lockhart has already left."

Clark nodded, then stopped the manager who was about to leave, and told him, "The books sent by Lockhart should be included in his account and deducted from the book sales."

The manager of the bookstore suppressed a smile and left the room. Clark took a moment to take a break. First, he picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Lucius Malfoy, reminding him of what he had talked with the representative of the school board today. Then he took out the "Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" from the pocket inside the robe.

The worn-out second-hand textbook looked crumpled, and there was nothing unusual about it. When Clark reached out and pinched it, he felt a hard lump in the center of the book, as if something was caught in it.

He opened it along the gap between the pages, and sure enough, a thin little book appeared in front of him.

No, it wasn't a book, but a diary, a diary written by a young Voldemort.

The old black cover seems to be full of traces of time, and the frayed corners seem to tell readers that this diary may be older than him.

Clark put his hand on the diary and stroked it gently. The touch of his hand was delicate and smooth, as if he was often touched and played with. With a thin layer of pulp, it was actually quite comfortable to the touch.

"Maybe I can write something with it?"

A thought suddenly appeared in Clark's mind, and he subconsciously touched the edge of the diary, wanting to open it.

However, the next moment, he maintained this movement and stopped.

"What should I write?" Clark wondered inwardly.

A thought came to his mind again, "Write whatever you want."

"But who is a serious person who keeps a diary!"

Clark thought of this sentence almost subconsciously.

Now, he no longer had any new thoughts, only an invisible attraction emanating from the diary, tempting Clark to open it.

It's a pity that Clark was unmoved. He just stroked the cover of the diary without opening it.

In this repeated tug-of-war, Clark found that his use of psychic power became more and more proficient and satisfactory, and at the same time, his psychic power declined at an imperceptible speed.

It's a pity that after half an hour of this stalemate, Clark clearly felt that the attraction of the diary began to fade, and eventually it turned back into an ordinary old diary.

He licked his lips regretfully, disappointed by the change, and the way he looked at the diary also changed.

Clark, who is familiar with the original book, of course knows what this diary is. It is a Horcrux made by Voldemort when he was young. It is a very powerful and evil black magic item that can prevent Voldemort from dying easily. It is similar to Faerun. Soul Box of the Lich.

Not only that, when Clark was in France, he also accepted Nicole Flamel's instructions, knowing that this way of making Horcruxes is actually a "return to the One" ceremony in a semi-finished state, which aroused him even more. Out of curiosity, I can't wait to take this diary apart and study it carefully.

Fortunately, Clark resisted this urge. It is very rare to find such a test product that will not resist. He can't just waste everything and ruin good things like this.

What's more, resisting the temptation of Horcruxes can also exercise one's spiritual power along the way, so you have to squeeze the wool thoroughly.

The only pity, perhaps, is that this Horcrux did not provide Clark with any powerful job changes, only a [Mage] profession.

But it’s okay, good days are yet to come!