Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Because Voldemort's diary is still in Clark's hands, the basilisk attack on Halloween night did not happen as in the original book.

The three of Clark followed the crowd and got into the Gryffindor common room together. Harry and Ron had already returned.

"Hey Harry, how's Nick's death day party going, is it fun?"

Hermione greeted the two of them, but couldn't help laughing when she saw the unrequited expressions on their faces.

"Sorry, I'm not kidding you." She covered her mouth.

Harry and Ron seemed to have guessed that this would be the result, "It's okay, the dinner was really terrible!"

Ron even complained to Clark; "You must know the situation of the death party, why didn't you stop us at that time?"

"A loss is a blessing," Clark joked at him. "Besides, there are Halloween parties for the living every year, but death parties for the dead are rare to meet and invite. I think this is enough for you to write an introduction." The article on the death day party was published in the "Hogwarts School Magazine."

"Good idea!" Ron regained his spirit immediately.

Leaving Ron, who was thinking about how to brag, they returned to their dormitories with a smile, and fell asleep with a sense of satisfaction after eating.

In the Scottish Highlands in November, it was also a rainy day.

The sky outside the castle is always gloomy, and the grass is even more muddy. The young wizards have reduced the number of outings. Only the Quidditch team members often return to the lounge covered in mud and wind and rain. inside.

November is also Quidditch month.

Even the headlines on the front page of the Hogwarts Newsletter had to give way to the sports section.

George and Fred have already introduced the teams of various colleges in the previous issues of the magazine, so in the latest issue of the magazine, they made a prize-winning quiz.

If it weren't for their status as students and Clark's dissuasion, these two bold guys would probably have started gambling instead of quizzes with prizes.

But they added a new voting page to the magazine,

You only need to cut out that page, write the team you support, and then send it to the magazine, it will be regarded as a vote.

If you guess four games in a row, you will get a wonderful prize.

Because of this event, the number of subscriptions to the "Hogwarts School Magazine" reached a new high. After all, if you want to vote, you must at least buy a magazine.

But because Hermione was able to take charge a little bit, Clark's focus gradually shifted to Tom Riddle.

One of the two dared to teach, and the other dared to learn, and the progress can be said to be rapid.

This evening, it was still the same diary space, and it was still the same classroom.

After teaching Clark about magic, Tom praised sincerely, "Clark, you are really hardworking. You spend so much time learning these boring knowledge every day. Even I was not as good as you back then."

Hearing Tom's words, Clark shook his head with a bitter smile on his face.

"I once heard a proverb in an Eastern country, 'Stupid birds have to learn to fly early, only then they will not starve to death'.

Compared with you, my talent is nothing to mention, so only by working harder can I bridge the gap. "

Tom quickly comforted him gently.

"Talent is innate, and none of us can change it, but the hard work of the day after tomorrow will gradually widen the gap due to the length of persistence. I believe that as long as you maintain this state, you will be able to graduate smoothly and find a talent. A good, steady job."

Clark sighed.

"Sure enough, no matter how hard I try, I can only become a better ordinary person in the end.

Maybe I shouldn't compare myself with Harry Potter, he is the proud son of heaven, the savior who once defeated the Dark Lord, but what do I have? "

Clark's tone was full of disappointment. Looking at him like this, Tom, who had kept his head down, had a strange light in his eyes.

"You still have me, I can help you." Tom almost blurted out, like a good man who has broken his heart for his friends.

"Help me? How can you help?" Clark looked up at him, "It's a talent, it's a bone, just like a pure-blood wizard is born a pure-blood, and a Muggle is born a Muggle, you can't change it."

"No, it can be changed!"

Perhaps it was the meaning of Clark's words that stung Tom Riddle, who was a half-blood wizard, so much so that he yelled out loud.

"We are wizards, we have magic power, the greatest miracle in the world, if we are willing, nothing is impossible."

Clark looked at him expectantly, but after he finished speaking, Tom showed a hesitant look on his face, as if regretting his impulsive behavior.

"Can you help me change my talent? How should we do it?" Clark asked.

"No, I can't say that, that's not what a little wizard your age should understand." Tom shook his head, but the twinkle in his eyes made his refusal look not firm.

Clark sneered in his heart, they are all thousand-year-old foxes, they are playing chat with me, Tom looks like this, it looks like he is going to set him up.

But man seeks tiger, tiger also seeks man, he was mentally prepared before coming into contact with this guy, so he was not surprised.

"Didn't you say that we are friends, what can't be said between friends?" Clark looked at Tom Riddle pretending to be anxious.

be cheated!

With his increasingly proficient psychic powers, Clark could easily perceive Tom Riddle's joyful emotions.

Perhaps this is also related to the environment he is in now. After all, he is in Voldemort's diary, going deep into the Horcrux, and facing his remnant soul.

It's like seeing a beautiful woman with no clothes on. Naturally, she knows exactly what the other party's reaction is.

Just like now, Tom Riddle obviously has a embarrassed expression on his face, but in Clark's perception, his heart is screaming non-stop.

[Please beg me! Please beg me! 】

Clark could only pinch his nose and beg him in a low voice, but in his heart he had already given this guy a death sentence.

After pulling and tugging a few times like this, Tom let go.

"Forget it, forget it, who made us friends, and you are the only person who talks to me all these years, so I'll tell you."

As he spoke, he asked another seemingly unrelated question, "Do you know the difference between black magic and white magic?"

Clark pondered for a while before answering with some uncertainty, "Black magic and white magic...are related to the purpose of use. White magic is used to heal and help others, while white magic is used to cause serious harm to others. Is it black magic?"

Tom shook his head, "It's too superficial. As I said before, magic doesn't need to pay attention to good and evil forms. It's just defined by people."

"Black magic and white magic, if they are divided according to the division rules when they were first named, should be distinguished by the impact they have on wizards themselves.

Because of the special reason of magic power, as long as it does not affect the wizard's body and soul as usual, it is white magic; and those that can change our body and soul are black magic. "

"Changing the body and soul..." Clark chewed on this sentence secretly, feeling that what he said still made sense.

When the system was activated in the first grade, Clark had already discovered that magic power naturally has a chaotic effect, and using this power for a long time will have a negative impact on the wizard's soul and body.

And if you use the black magic that biases and utilizes negative emotions, this effect will be aggravated, and it will make people degenerate, mad, paranoid, and even maddened faster.

"That's right," Tom nodded. "Because of the irreversibility of black magic, any magic transformation that can change a wizard's aptitude, whether it's flesh magic or soul magic, is very dangerous. Knowing this, you still want to try again." ?"

Facing Voldemort's question, Clark was silent, and Voldemort didn't rush him, just sat there, waiting patiently.

After all, his reaction is what an ordinary person should have. In the face of risks, dull people always look forward and backward.

On the contrary, if Clark behaved decisively and bravely, it would not be in line with his personality.

It may have been a moment, or it may have been a long time, Clark raised his head and looked at Tom Riddle with flickering eyes.

"Can I see first, what method is it?"

His tone was a little weak, as if he was afraid that his words would offend Tom, and he hurriedly explained: "After all, this is not a trivial matter. I have to study it again, yes, I just study it first."

"That's fine," Tom said indifferently, "Anyway, this is your business, you make your own decision."

He pretended to be indifferent, but Clark sensed his inner voice.

[Hey, you hesitate, anyway, as long as you are tempted, you will definitely not resist the temptation in the end. 】

Is it really that powerful?

Clark also had some doubts in his heart. You must know that, unlike the fake persona shown to Voldemort, he is a real pure-blood wizard.

Although his father had joined the Order of the Phoenix, some of his family's collections and black magic materials were either sold or disposed of, but there are also many high-end magic records in the remaining records. content.

Even if he is not yet able to use and study it, he has roughly read these things, and he knows a little bit about a lot of knowledge about the wizarding world.

So it was hard for him to believe that Tom Riddle, who was born in an orphanage, could offer an irresistible temptation.

Because it was in his own spiritual space, Tom waved his hand, and the environment around the two of them immediately changed.

At this time, they were in a gloomy and damp basement, the surroundings were empty, only in front of them was an obsidian altar with seven steps.

The pitch-black altar is covered with blood-colored patterns and mysterious symbols. In the center of those symbols, on an inverted pentagram, stands a man wearing a black hood and armor. His face cannot be seen clearly, but he has A monstrous statue of a pair of black feathered wings.

Just by taking a look, Clark felt the feeling of being underestimated.

As if I have become an insignificant grass and gravel, as long as the statue on the altar is the center of the universe,

Relying on his rich mystic knowledge, combined with the feeling this special statue gave him, Clark quickly guessed what it was.

The fallen star of the dawn, the head of the seven demon kings, the arrogant demon god known as the king of hell—— Lucifer!

Tom Riddle actually planted an altar in his soul to pray to the devil, and it was also an altar to pray to the arrogant demon god Lucifer, the head of the seven deadly sins.

Combined with the greed and arrogance of Voldemort's remnant soul possessed by Quirrell that Clark met last semester, Clark knew that Voldemort's intention to split the seven Horcruxes was probably related to the Seven Deadly Sins.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to summon the dragon in order to collect all seven Horcruxes.

But doesn't he know how foolish it is to allow a defenseless soul to confront gods and demons?

This is like putting a gold Galleon in front of a wizard, someone will always pick it up.

Even though these gods and demons have disappeared in the long river of history, their names, ceremonies and even concepts still carry all kinds of weird and inexplicable effects. Provoking them at will will only bring trouble .

But of course Clark would not point this out to him. After all, he still had to maintain his ordinary personality, so he pretended to be curious and asked, "What is this?"

Tom Riddle put his hands behind his back, looked at the altar in front of him, and introduced triumphantly, "This is a high-standard altar dedicated to the arrogant demon god Lucifer."

He saw the nervous expression on Clark's face, which was a natural reaction.

After all, no matter who it is, as long as they hear the names of gods and demons, they will subconsciously pay attention to them. It is not fear, but a little respect for the peak of these extraordinary powers.

"Didn't you ask me how to improve my innate aptitude? This is the answer! When we can't accomplish something, we can still turn to gods or demons."

"Are you still a believer in God?" Clark almost blurted out.

But Tom shook his head, "No, I'm not a believer in a certain god. As early as the golden age of Ragnarok, these guys have disappeared in the long river of history. How can I believe in a group of losers? Woolen cloth?"

"Twilight of the Gods..."

Clark secretly kept this word in his mind. He had heard of this prophecy from Norse mythology, but he never took it to heart. After all, it was just a theory of the gods and could not explain the disappearance of all the gods in the world. s reason.

But looking at Tom's reaction now, it seems that there is a deeper secret behind this statement.

However, Tom didn't intend to have a deep talk on this aspect. As soon as he changed his mind, he directly talked about the specific methods of improving aptitude.