Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Hogwarts, masters become gods

"Clark, do you need our help?"

Outside the boxing storm, George and Fred shouted loudly while holding wands with bruised noses.

Beside them were the other members of the Gryffindor team, and not far away, the Slytherins were already lying on the ground.

As for Malfoy? Seeing that the situation was not going well, he obediently surrendered long ago.

In a group fight, no one from Gryffindor fell down except for Ron, who was still lying on the ground, spitting out shiny big slugs. It can be said that the overall situation has been settled.

And this also brought a little pressure to Bruce in the center of the storm.

"Why don't you speak? Clark, are you hurt? Oh, hold on, we're here to save you!"

Clark, who was dodging with all his strength, certainly didn't have the energy to distract himself to answer.

But George didn't know, he yelled, and started waving his wand, pointing at Bruce who was attacking in circles around Clark.

As a hand-to-hand wizard who specializes in melee combat, the more sensitive Bruce's combat intuition is, the more pressure the raised wands on the outer circle will bring to him.

Even if he knew, because of the duel and his identity as an American wizard, the group outside might not dare to do anything.

But his body was still one step ahead of his consciousness, he contracted his back muscles in response, and made a defensive move.

Although he also corrected this point in time, in such a high-intensity battle, a small mistake is often enough to be fatal, not to mention that he is facing Clark.

At the moment when Bruce's figure stopped due to muscle contraction, Clark, who was swaying and dodging on the edge of his fist, suddenly seized the space, and his whole body was like a light fallen leaf, suddenly close to his chest.

That way, it was like a girl in love who plunged into her boyfriend's arms.

However, what Bruce felt was not the passionate love and sweetness between the couple. The other party's behavior of seizing the center line and getting close to each other instantly reminded him of the old man who used Bajiquan when he met in San Francisco's Chinatown. .

The close-up at the beginning was still fresh in his memory.

So Bruce immediately stared up, tightening the muscles in his chest, ready to take Clark's attack hard.

He has this self-confidence. Today is different from the past. The thin British wizard in front of him has no trace of training, and he will definitely not be able to fight such a strong and domineering punch.

Not only that, but at the same time, his arms also violently hugged Clark in his arms. Tigers hurt people, and people also have the heart to subdue tigers. The flaws that Clark saw were not his fighting wisdom?

He only needs to resist Clark's blow, and he is absolutely confident that he can hold the enemy in front of him in his arms. With his arm strength, he only needs to use a little force to strangle the opponent's bones.

It's a pity that confident people are often slapped in the face, especially when facing the protagonist.

Clark, who squeezed into Bruce's arms, did not lean against his shoulder, but stretched out his two index fingers, like a sword, and pointed at Bruce's chest.

This made Bruce even more relieved, as long as it was not close to the body, how powerful could two tiny fingers be?

The next moment, the devil muscular man who was about to grab Clark stood there blankly with his arms wrapped around him.

Bruce himself didn't know what was going on, he just felt as if his chest had been pricked by a steel needle, and then the muscles all over his body seemed to be electrified, and subconsciously began to convulse and contract, falling into a cramping state, the whole body Can't move.

The fist wind around the two of them collapsed without anyone maintaining it, stirring Clark's hair.

In the eyes of the people around him, he stood face to face with Bruce like this, and the other's body, which seemed to be a little giant, hugged him tightly, just like an adult hugging a child.

"Clark!" screamed George. "Hey, big fool, let him go! You're done, there's six of us.

"

Fred was about to hit Bruce on the back of the head with the Bludger bat in his hand when Clark's voice stopped him.

"Stop it! Fred, I'm fine."

Clark stretched out his hand and pushed hard on Bruce's chest, and the muscular man from Ilvermorny, USA fell to the ground like a stone statue.

"What's up with him?"

George and Fred leaned over to Clark's side, still holding bats and wands in their hands, as if preparing to deal with Bruce's outburst.

Clark reached out to wipe off the fine sweat on his forehead, and watched the two of them show a big smile. Their white teeth reflected bright brilliance in the sun, just like Lockhart.

"Don't worry, he has been controlled by me, and he won't get up for a while."

As he said that, he didn't even look at Bruce, and walked directly to Ron, who was lying on the ground and kept vomiting.

Harry was still standing next to him at this moment, but there was no way one could pull him up.

Clark didn't dislike his cousin who was still spitting snot, and together with Harry, he grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him up.

"Are you all right, Ron?"

Clark asked, Ron shook his head, nodded again, opened his mouth to speak, but didn't say anything.

Then.

"vomit~"

A few more slugs landed on the ground.

"Looks like we'll have to make him vomit for a while so the spell wears off. Hagrid's hut is nearby, Harry, can you take him there?"

Harry nodded to Clark, and now Ron recovered and was able to stand still.

He watched the two of them leave the stadium, then turned to deal with the rest of the Slytherins.

At this time, among them, only one Malfoy was still standing. This guy perfectly inherited his father's talent of being able to adapt to the wind, or it was the custom of their family. The loss is actually the smallest.

Clark walked up to Malfoy and found that his legs were still shaking, so he patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

This made Malfoy tremble even more.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you, but it seems that you are the only one in your team who can speak now."

Clark saw that the Gryffindor team had begun to clean up the scene. They picked up their brooms and checked the Slytherin students who had passed out on the ground, in case any of them were too seriously injured and missed the treatment. opportunity.

Fortunately, the players of the Gryffindor team shot more measuredly. Except for Flint who looked miserable because of Clark's attack, the others only suffered some skin trauma.

"Today's incident all started because of Flint's rude words, we taught him a lesson, and the matter is over.

If he is not convinced in the future, we welcome him to communicate at any time, but if he has any messy thoughts, I think you should know how to do it too! "

Malfoy felt Clark's hand on his shoulder begin to exert force, and immediately nodded desperately.

At this time, the members of the Gryffindor team had already packed up, and they greeted Clark to leave with their brooms on their shoulders.

He responded, and patted Malfoy's shoulder again, leaving behind Malfoy who wanted to cry without tears, turned around and disappeared into the golden sunset with his comrades who had fought together.

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