Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"One more person needed... Harry?"

Facing Clark's plan, Hermione immediately thought of her good friend. Of course, such a good thing should be shared with friends.

It's a pity that Clark shook his head, "No, Harry's identity is important. Professor Dumbledore has been paying attention to him. We have to keep a distance from him this year."

"What about Ron?"

Hermione thought of another friend of hers, "He is your cousin, the relationship should be close enough, and he doesn't have any sense of existence yet."

Clark still shook his head, "No, Ron is unreliable. He has a big mouth and can't hide things in his heart. If he knows, it's no different from the whole dormitory, the whole college, and even the whole grade."

Being rejected two candidates in a row, Hermione was a little discouraged. To be honest, in the first grade, she focused on her studies and didn't know many friends.

As for the girls in her dormitory?

Hermione glanced up at Clark's handsome face, and quickly dismissed the idea.

Just as Hermione was scratching her head and thinking about who else would be suitable for the role of the test subject, there was a knock on the door of the compartment.

"Please come in."

"Excuse me, have you seen Clark..." As the door was opened, the inquiry stopped abruptly.

"Long time no see, Neville." Clark greeted Neville with a smile. When Hermione saw him, her eyes lit up suddenly. She glanced at Clark, stood up enthusiastically, and welcomed him into the cubicle. That made Neville a little uncomfortable.

Just like on the train at the beginning of school last year, now the Gryffindor Triangle sat together again, but this time, Hermione gave up her seat to Neville, and she sat next to Clark.

The two sat on their seats, staring at Neville with four eyes, and sized him up from head to toe.

Neville hadn't realized it at first, and was telling them some interesting things about his holiday life, but while talking, he felt something was wrong.

"What's the matter with you?" The simple and honest Neville thought that there was something wrong with his clothes, and rubbed his nose stiffly.

"It's nothing," Clark took the initiative to take the babble, "I just realized that I haven't seen you for a summer vacation. You have changed a lot, and you have grown taller.

Also stronger. "

Neville chuckled and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

Clark and Hermione didn't continue talking about the topic just now, but talked about what he experienced in France after Hermione left, including what Cruyla did later, and how popular his fashion reviews were. The welcome, and how at the end Cruira got her revenge by sending her stepmother to jail with her own help.

Of course, some polishing and artistic processing are indispensable. After all, as the protagonist of the story, the camera must fall on Clark.

Both Hermione and Neville listened intently to his story, alternately nervous because they were in a dangerous situation, and sometimes giggling at their small victory.

While they were listening to the story, the speeding Hogwarts Express had already driven out of London, and outside the window were fields full of cattle and sheep, as well as endless pastures.

Clark spoke dryly, and it happened to be half past twelve at this time, and there was a loud rattling sound from the aisle outside.

Soon, a middle-aged flight attendant with a wide smile and a dimpled face pushed open the compartment door and asked, "Honey, do you want to buy some food from the car?"

Perhaps all the trains in the world are the same, even the Hogwarts Express for wizards, there are also "peanuts, melon seeds, eight-treasure porridge" selling.

It's a pity that these special foods on the Huaxia train are not available here. She only has Bibi multi-flavored beans, Chubao super bubblegum, chocolate frogs, pumpkin pies, pot cakes, licorice magic sticks, and some other weird foods.

Clark wasn't much of a snack eater, Hermione didn't appreciate the sweets because his parents were dentists, and Neville, looking at them, muttered that his grandma had made him love burritos.

So in the end, Clark just bought a large bottle of iced pumpkin juice.

He took the pumpkin juice into the compartment and put it on the table, Hermione took out the bread and vegetable salad her mother had prepared for her, and Neville took out a bulging cardboard box containing three babies. Arm-thick burritos.

"Clark, didn't you bring lunch?" Neville saw that Clark only had a small suitcase, which didn't look like he had brought lunch, so he handed him a burrito, "If you don't mind, how much more do I have?" Yes, let's eat together!"

With that said, he gave Hermione another burrito, and Hermione also contributed her bread and salad.

Clark took the burrito unceremoniously, and took a big bite. A strong smell of cheese, mixed with soft diced beef and sweet onion, exploded in his mouth.

Well, it's a cheese beef burrito.

It's a pity that it seems that the burrito has cooled down because it has been stored for a long time. Otherwise, if you bite into the warm cheese, you should be able to pull out long strands.

Clark ate a burrito in three bites, which made Neville very happy.

"Okay, since you all invited me to eat, let me share some delicious food."

Speaking of which, Clark stood up, took off the key around his neck, and inserted it into the third keyhole on the suitcase. It opened with a "click", and a downward staircase appeared in the suitcase.

Hermione and Neville watched curiously as Clark went down the stairs in the suitcase. After a while, when he came out again, he was holding a steaming pot of stewed beef brisket with curry potatoes in his hand.

He put away the box and put the beef brisket on the table in the middle. The rich aroma of curry wafted in the compartment immediately, making people salivate.

"Come on, come and taste my craft!"

Clark beckoned them to enjoy it together, and the three of them had a great time with Hermione's bread, the spicy curry, the pink potatoes, and the soft stewed beef brisket, and quickly put the whole pot Food is wiped out.

After eating and drinking, they chatted about some courses in the new semester, mainly Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"The textbooks for Defense Against the Dark Arts this year are really expensive," Neville complained, "but my grandma said there is something to be said for what's in those books."

"Oh, he's amazing." Hermione nodded, "I mean, almost all the books on the list are written by him! And when he signed the book, he also said that he would come to Hogwarts this year Teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Clark looked at Hermione with an admiring expression on his face. He really couldn't bear to break her fantasy by making a sound, so he could only suppress a smile and nodded.

"I think the class he took will be wonderful!"