Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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It was another Saturday morning, and it was no different from usual.

But today is the day the Quidditch game officially begins.

Clark woke up very early, as did Neville, who was in the same dormitory. The two packed up and ran along the Black Lake for several laps, and then practiced the knight training method.

They didn't run back to the dormitory until they were sweating profusely from the practice, and the top of their heads was steaming in the icy cold wind, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

When they got to the auditorium, the Gryffindor team members were already crowded around the long empty dining table, each one seemed nervous and taciturn.

Clark shouted cheers to them, but none of them cared about him.

Clark shrugged and started to deal with the breakfast in front of him.

As eleven o'clock approached, the teachers and students of the whole school began to go to the Quidditch pitch one after another.

The weather was sultry and humid, and there was faint thunder in the sky, which showed that today was not a good weather. It seemed that Wood's training might be useful.

In the stands, Colin had already helped them occupy a good position in advance, and beside him was Ginny.

As a member of the magazine, the two little guys are now also receiving a salary. Although the money is not much, it is enough for their pocket expenses, which also makes them work harder.

Especially this Quidditch match, as the most lively event at Hogwarts recently, their "Hogwarts School Magazine" has a heavy task.

As members of the Quidditch team, George and Fred are busy training every day, and many things are shared with them. If these two people are not working hard enough, the magazine society will be even worse.

After they sat down, the game officially started.

When Harry and the others, who had changed their clothes, came out of the dressing room in a single file, they were greeted by a hustle and bustle.

It was mainly cheers and applause. In this game, Gryffindor was against Slytherin, so even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff applauded for Harry and the others, expecting them to beat their opponents.

It also made the booing Slytherins look extra lonely.

Ms. Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands.

Then, in a series of loud whistles, the fourteen team members jumped into the leaden sky together.

?As soon as the game starts, you can see which team has the upper hand.

In less than ten minutes, the Slytherin team scored three goals in a row. Their speed was extremely fast, and Nimbus 2001 shuttled around the Gryffindor team members like an arrow.

The brooms of several Chasers trailed feebly behind their opponents, never reaching the ball.

"Not at all, our broomsticks are too slow, no one can keep up with Slytherin except George and Fred." Colin said weakly from the side.

If the twin brothers hadn't bought the Nimbus 2001 with advance payment of wages, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to catch up with each other, but in a game, relying on the speed of the batter alone is useless.

On Clark's open notebook, the automatic quill pen wrote quickly according to his wishes, vividly rendering the embarrassment of the Gryffindor team.

At least writing like this can also give them an image of tenacious struggle.

"Don't worry, Harry will definitely be able to catch the golden snitch ahead of time." Ron was on the side, but he was extra confident.

But at this time, the Slytherin team scored another goal, and the score came to 60-0. Apparently, the Slytherin team's super broomsticks played a role.

And for some reason, a heavy black Bludger also started chasing Harry, which forced George and Fred to fly close to Harry's left and right.

"Hey, what is the Gryffindor team doing here? How did Harry get caught in the middle?"

A loud voice sounded behind Clark, and without turning his head, he knew it was Hagrid's arrival.

"Maybe it's a new tactic... to protect your own Seeker..." Colin said a little uncertainly.

But Clark knew that it was the house-elf Dobby's fault.

He has been busy dealing with Voldemort's affairs recently, and the chamber of secrets has not been opened, and Hogwarts is also safe, so he ignored this guy.

Fortunately, it started to rain.

Clark felt big drops of rain hitting his face and flowing down his neck into his clothes. In this cold November, it was so cold that people couldn't help shivering.

The little wizards in the stands tried their best to resist the rain above their heads, and Hagrid even propped up his big pink umbrella, covering Clark and them with the huge area.

However, the Quidditch players on the court were not so lucky.

Flying at high speed in this cold and bad weather, just thinking about it makes people shiver.

At this moment, Wood's strategy worked. Due to lack of training, the Slytherin players were obviously not used to flying in the cold rain, and their speed was getting slower and slower.

But before he was happy, the Bludger that had been chasing Harry started to get worse.

It clung to Harry like crazy, even with George and Fred waving bats around, it looked very dangerous, because the force attached to that Bludger was getting stronger and stronger. It's getting bigger.

In this case, let alone catching the Golden Snitch, Harry was lucky to survive the game.

"Someone—yes—that—bludger—did—hands and feet—" George signaled to Wood, who was guarding the goal, while vigorously turning the Bludger, which launched a new round of attack on Harry, Walk the ball and hit it.

As a team captain who always pays attention to the movement on the court, Wood obviously caught his signal.

Ms. Hooch's whistle sounded, and Clark saw Harry, Fred, and George descend to the ground while dodging the maddened Bludger.

The distance was too far, and of course Clark couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was nothing more than a Bludger problem.

Under normal circumstances, the game should be temporarily suspended to check the Bludger, but here in Gryffindor, there is no word "counseling".

Harry was naturally brave, and after only a short discussion, he flew up again, and this time, George and Fred were not by his side.

Of course Clark had to include his heroic deed in the press release, after all, the story of the little savior always attracts the attention of readers, and they all love to read this.

It was raining harder now, and Harry was rising higher and higher, turning, spinning, swerving, spiraling upwards, and zigzags again.

Anyway, this kind of talent of changing directions flexibly in the air is something that ordinary people cannot learn.

Sometimes, in order to avoid the ferocious attack of the Bludger, he even hangs upside down on the broomstick.

This difficult action made Ginny scream, and tightly grabbed her cousin Clark's arm.

Clark had to look around while reassuring her, but it was raining so hard that trying to find a tiny house-elf among a bunch of little wizards was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the stands.

Clark looked up hastily, and he saw Harry leap at Malfoy high in the air, grabbing the Snitch in front of him.

The next moment, he fell straight down from the sky like a kite that had been unthreaded.

"No!" Ginny screamed and passed out.

Clark handed her over to Hagrid, and he took Hermione and others to the place where Harry fell.

By the time they reached the middle of the field, it was already packed with Gryffindor students.

"Leave a way! Make a way!"

Clark's reputation was still quite high, the crowd opened a gap, he passed through the surrounding students, and saw Harry lying in the mud, his arm pointed to the sky at a very strange angle.

And Lockhart was already standing in front of Harry.

Clark heard Harry groaning, "Oh, no, no you."

"Don't know what he's talking about," Lockhart explained aloud to the anxious Gryffindors around him.

Then he turned to Harry, "Don't worry, Harry, I'm going to fix your arm."

"No!" said Harry, "just let it be, thank you..."

He tried to sit up, but his arm hurt so badly.

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's just a simple charm, and I've used it countless times."

"Why can't I just go to the school hospital?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

Gryffindor team captain Wood has also rushed over at this time. Although his Seeker was injured, he still couldn't restrain the smile on his face covered in mud.

"Your catch was perfect, Harry, it was brilliant. I've never seen you do it so beautifully. You haven't seen how ugly the Seeker of the Slytherin team is."

But Lockhart didn't care about that, he had already rolled up his emerald green sleeves.

"Stand back."

"Don't...don't..." Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand.

Harry could only close his eyes helplessly, but after a while, he still didn't feel anything bad happened to him.

what's the situation?

Harry opened his eyes to see Clark standing next to Professor Lockhart, grabbing his wrist so he couldn't point his wand at him.

oh god!

Harry only felt that Clark seemed like an angel at the moment, and he even forgot that, as a wizard, he was not blessed by God.

"Professor Lockhart, I think we should fully respect Harry's opinion."

Clark let go of Lockhart's hand, and at the same time said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "This matter will definitely be on the front page of the Hogwarts School Journal, Professor."

Lockhart understood what he meant in an instant, and after a haha, he put away his wand.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Clark had successfully stopped Professor Lockhart, and his image suddenly became taller.

You know, for students, teachers naturally represent authority. Even a disrespected parallel professor like Lockhart is not something a student can question publicly, they can at most discuss it in private.

In the eyes of these Gryffindor cubs, Clark dared to stop the teacher's behavior in person, which was undoubtedly a brave performance, and he succeeded.

"Ah, alright, alright, I think our classmate Harry may trust the professional Ms. Pomfrey more. In fact, my healing magic is also very good..."

Lockhart hadn't noticed that Clark had stepped on his reputation one step further, and he was still babbling, but no one listened to him anymore.

Wood conjured up a stretcher, and Clark and others carried Harry to the school hospital.

There, Madam Pomfrey set Harry's bones in a second, without even a cast.

After drinking a bottle of healing potion, Harry even got out of bed, followed Clark and the others back to the Gryffindor common room alive and well.

As soon as they got into the doorway, they received a warm welcome, especially Harry. As a seeker, he successfully caught the golden snitch and helped Gryffindor win the first game. It was a good start.

George and Fred got food and drinks out of nowhere, and started a party in the lounge.

The little wizards gathered together, and the whole lounge was very lively.

"Hey, Clark, come play!"

George greeted him. He and Fred decided to distribute the rented magic cards to the little wizards for free today, which made the cheers even more enthusiastic.

Clark waved his hand, and retreated to the sofa in the corner by himself.

"Tell me, who made that Bludger that was chasing Harry?" Hermione sat next to him and asked curiously.

At this moment, Harry was happily playing cards with Ron, and he couldn't see his embarrassed look at all.

"A house-elf, a Malfoy house-elf."

Clark told Hermione the answer directly, which surprised her.

"Why?"

"Because that house-elf is Harry's admirer." Speaking of this, even Clark couldn't help laughing. This Dobby must be the reincarnation of the Dingcrab in the big era, and he almost made a fool of himself if he paid him a favor. Li died.

He told Hermione all the ins and outs, including how Dobby had intercepted Harry's letter before, and how he had prevented Harry and Ron from passing the train platform, so they had to fly over.

The story was told vividly, as if he had been watching from the sidelines. Fortunately, Hermione trusted him very much and didn't ask him how he knew.

"That's really..." Hermione shook her head after listening, feeling speechless at the house-elf's stupid behavior.

But she still said: "In this case, we have to tell the professor quickly, Harry is fine this time, and that house elf will definitely not give up just like this."

But then she realized again, "No, that diary is in our hands, no matter who we tell it to, it will eventually be involved in it."

Clark nodded, "So, we can only pray to Harry, and we can ask for blessings."

Hermione looked at Harry who still knew nothing, and could only sigh helplessly.

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