Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Clark originally thought of writing a letter to the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" Barnabas Guffy tonight, asking him to cover up today's incident.

However, it seems that the "Daily Prophet" is indeed the most subscribed newspaper in the British magic world, and the response is very quick.

Fortunately, they also knew the relationship between Clark, the major shareholder, and the Weasleys. They didn't put this news on the front page today, but put the news that Minister Fudge of the Ministry of Magic condolences to the old wizard was at the top.

Just as he was reading the newspaper with Hermione, the portrait of the fat lady behind him unscrewed, and Harry and Ron stood outside awkwardly, with Neville and the two of them.

These two guys were absent from the dinner and should have come straight from Professor Snape's office.

In the lounge, when the students of Gryffindor College saw the two of them, they immediately burst into loud cheers and applauded excitedly.

They gathered around the opening of the hole, and they stretched out their hands together to pull Harry and Ron in. Their eager reaction almost confused them.

"Brilliant!" exclaimed Lee Jordan. "Amazing! I've heard George and Fred say it, what a brilliant way! Driving a speeding car into the Whomping Willow will get a lot of talk Year!"

"Good job!" said a fifth-year senior, patting Harry on the back as if he'd just won a Quidditch match.

George and Fred squeezed in front of them and asked together: "Why didn't you call us back? It's so embarrassing."

Ron blushed and smiled embarrassingly, but Clark, who was standing aside, could tell that he was enjoying the current situation very much.

Clark actually didn't like their behavior very much, but when he saw Percy standing behind a group of excited freshmen, shouting at them, but no one listened to him, Clark relented from standing up and criticizing them idea.

These two guys are not his sons, so why should he bother to educate them.

As the saying goes, shallow words are deep, sometimes people only have a deep memory when they have suffered and been deceived. No matter how hard other people persuade them, it is actually for nothing.

On the contrary, if you talk too much, it is easy to cause a plan and become an enemy.

And he saw it too,

These Gryffindor lion cubs are high energy and defying the rules.

Coupled with the soul-anchoring effect strengthened by the sorting ceremony, they will be more impulsive under the influence of chaotic magic. Not only do they not reject this adventurous behavior of Harry and Ron, but they also yearn for and appreciate it.

Such a reckless and impulsive character, who is not afraid of power, is indeed the best help to help Clark break the bad habits of this wizarding world.

All it takes is an impassioned speech, a provocation, and a spark to get them ahead.

The premise is that you have to become friends with them, like Harry and the others, and gain their admiration, so that they will do anything for you.

At this time, because Hermione and Percy had tense faces, Harry and Ron didn't want to stay in the lounge any longer. After saying "good night", they squeezed out of the common room and ran upstairs in one breath. .

They walked into the familiar circular dormitory along the stairs, and saw the six four-poster beds decorated with red velvet, and the several tall and narrow windows. Their suitcases had been brought up and placed on the beds. head.

Clark followed behind them. When Ron saw him, he thought that his cousin was also going to criticize him, and was about to explain, when suddenly the door of the dormitory was pushed open from the outside.

Several other Gryffindor boys of the same grade rushed in.

"I can't believe it!" Seamus smiled at them.

Dean said "cool".

Harry couldn't take it anymore, and smiled broadly.

But in Gryffindor, not everyone thought so. Neville, who was walking at the back, didn't have a smile on his face.

"You shouldn't do this, it will get you fired." Neville looked at them with a very serious expression, which made the atmosphere in the room awkward.

Harry quickly comforted him, "Professor McGonagall said we won't be expelled."

Neville shook his head, unmoved by his answer, "That's not why you did it, it's not good, Gryffindor courage isn't like that."

Clark once again refreshed his understanding of Neville. Compared with himself who was wise and safe, perhaps Neville, who bravely pointed out the problems of Harry and Ron, was a real Gryffindor.

"Don't teach us a lesson," Ron said impatiently facing the upright Neville, "We're tired enough today!"

After finishing speaking, he and Harry rushed to bed quickly, and drew the curtain together.

Clark shook his head at their evasive behavior, Neville sighed, Seamus and Dean tried their best to smooth things over, they said good night to each other, and went to bed.

On the second day, however, Harry and Ron were in an even worse mood.

Early in the morning, the weather was gloomy and dark gray. After running, Clark came to the auditorium and prepared to have breakfast.

Beneath the enchanted ceiling, the long tables of the four colleges were filled with delicious food, bowls of fragrant pumpkin porridge, plates of pickled herring, hills of buttered toast, and plates Fried to perfection with runny poached eggs and bacon.

As the first day of school, today's breakfast is extraordinarily rich.

Clark took a little of everything, and as soon as he sat down beside Hermione and Neville, Harry and Ron came hand in hand.

Hermione's expression was very cold, and she didn't mention the fact that they drove to school by speed yesterday, and greeted them bluntly.

On the contrary, Neville, who seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness of last night, still said "good morning" with a smile on his face.

When Clark took the last bite of bacon, the tops of their heads started to chatter as usual.

Hundreds of owls flew into the hall with packages big and small, circled above their heads, and dropped the letters and packages to their owners.

Just when they thought breakfast was over, a big gray thing fell into Hermione's jug, splashing milk and feathers all over them.

"Errol!"

With a cry of surprise, Ron fished the soggy owl out of the pot, and Errol was sprawled out on the table with his legs in the air and a soggy red envelope in his mouth.

"Oh, no—" Ron cried out.

"It's all right, he's still alive." Hermione said, poking it lightly with her fingertip. "But to be honest, it's time for your family to get another owl."

"No—it's that."

Ron pointed to the red envelope with a look of horror on his face.

Clark wiped his mouth with a tissue, "If I were you, I would open it quickly, and you always have to face what you have to face."