Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"welcome!"

Hermione's inquiry was interrupted by Dumbledore's words.

"Welcome back to Hogwarts in the new school year. I hope you have had a good enough time during the two-month vacation, so that your little brains can become empty, so that you can continue to hold the knowledge of the new school year."

Cheerful laughter resounded in the auditorium, Dumbledore cleared his throat, his long white beard gleamed silver in the candlelight.

"Before the big dinner begins, I have a few things to say.

First of all, we are delighted to welcome a new teacher to Hogwarts this year, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, who will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "

"boom!"

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium, especially some senior female students slapped their palms red.

Lockhart stood up, pouted, as if happy with the reaction of the little wizards, with a particularly bright smile on his face.

"Quiet, quiet!" Dumbledore had to yell a few times to silence them.

"As for the second thing, this year we will welcome a friend from afar, and he is a transfer student from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Bruce Stewart."

A robust boy with short black hair walked up to the teacher's seat with his head held high.

Ilvermorny!

As soon as Clark heard about his background, he immediately cheered up and looked at the transfer student.

He looked about the same age as Harry and the others, but his figure was a little bit bigger, and his appearance was also very outstanding.

Facing the gazes of all the young wizards, this Bruce Stewart didn't look restrained at all, and smiled naturally.

Dumbledore continued on the above: "Although Ilvermorny is also divided into four colleges, as a transfer student, I think Mr. Stewart still has to perform a sorting ceremony first to determine where he should sit."

Accompanied by his words, that Bruce put on the sorting hat, but as soon as the sorting hat touched his scalp, it immediately screamed:

"Slytherin!"

There were only a few indifferent voices from the long Slytherin table,

There was sparse applause, and Dumbledore also applauded.

"Ilvermorny is a world-renowned wizarding school located in the United States, widely regarded as one of the greatest magical educational institutions in the world.

In the face of foreign friends coming from afar, I hope that Hogwarts students can also show your spiritual outlook, become friends with Bruce with a warm and friendly attitude, and promote communication between the two schools together . "

Dumbledore's polite words did not produce any good results. Obviously, the young wizards present were more interested in the dinner than in this transfer student who came from thousands of miles away.

"Okay, there are so many important things," Dumbledore could only announce helplessly, "Let's have a banquet!"

The golden plates and goblets in front of everyone suddenly appeared full of food and drinks, and the hungry little wizards cheered and began to eat.

It was really a delicious feast. The auditorium echoed with laughter and the clash of knives and forks. However, Clark did not move the fork, but just stared at the back of Bruce not far away, lost in thought.

"Clark," Hermione tugged at him, "what are you looking at? Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall have left."

Professor McGonagall had just returned and whispered something in the headmaster's ear, and the two left the auditorium together through the back door of the hall.

"Nothing." Clark looked away, but Hermione caught his gaze.

"Is that the American transfer student? Is it because of the dragon farm?" The smart Hermione immediately thought of what Clark had said to her last semester.

Hogwarts established the dragon farm originally to target the dragon farm in Romania, but now they are flirting with the Magic Congress in the United States because of the bear's defeat.

Now that Ilvermorny has sent another transfer student to Hogwarts, it's hard not to make the connection.

Clark forked a piece of baked potato that had just appeared on the table, peeled off the skin, dipped it in sea salt and black pepper, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

After swallowing, he said, "I don't know, but his name is quite interesting."

Hermione didn't understand what he meant, and Clark didn't want to elaborate, this sudden transfer student disturbed his thoughts at once.

You know, there is no such character in the original book.

Now it's just because of his unusual behavior last year that caused this butterfly effect. In the days to come, with his participation, I'm afraid the world will change beyond recognition.

But as soon as he thought of the fragment of godhead in his mind, Clark's eyes became firm again. Let's change. In this world, nothing is constant. Perhaps only the power beyond the mundane can be eternal. After I become a god, I don't care about the flood.

What's more, he was from China in his previous life, and he never believed in God's Noah's Ark. What he believed in was Dayu's control of the waters, and man's victory over the sky.

Since the world is going to change, let me make it better!

At a dinner, the two of them didn't enjoy themselves very much. Clark was thinking about the meaning behind the transfer students and the changes he would face in the further future, while Hermione was worried about the current situation of Harry and Ron.

But after dinner and returning to the Gryffindor lounge with Clark and the others, she knew exactly what had happened.

Because in the lounge, the Weasley twin brothers had already held a copy of the "Daily Prophet" of the day and began to read it very loudly.

"Ford Anglias Fly, Muggles Are Great"

Two Muggles in London are convinced they saw an old limousine fly over the Post Office building... at noon in Norfolk, Mrs Hetty Bellis drying her laundry... Mr Angus Fleet of Peebles to The police report... a total of six or seven Muggles saw..."

"Oh, Merlin's beard! What did they do?" Looking at the scene in front of her, Hermione's breath became short of breath, "They are really too childish."

The last sentence, she said to the Weasley twins.

Because the two of them were jumping up and down in the living room at the moment, everyone said that his younger brother came to the school with the speeding car with Harry, and the little Gryffindor wizards around were also very moved by what they said interest.

"It's really naive," Clark sighed helplessly, picked up the "Daily Prophet" and unfolded it.

The only good news, perhaps, is that this news was hidden in the cracks of the last page of the newspaper, and perhaps the negative impact would be less.