Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Hogwarts, learn to become a master ()"!

"That big guy is so beautiful!"

"No, her scales are so comfortable to the touch!"

"Ginny, isn't Hagrid not allowing people to touch him? You still touch it!"

Facing Colin's questioning, Ginny rolled her eyes. They were fighting and fighting, and just stepped on the steps of the castle gate, an unexpected figure appeared in front of them.

"Clark, stay here." Professor McGonagall stopped him directly.

Hermione glanced at him, and followed Ginny and the others to leave under the signal of his eyes, leaving only Clark and Professor McGonagall.

"Come with me, Clark," she said.

"Professor, what's the matter?" Clark began to probe her tone.

Professor McGonagall didn't think too much about it. To her, Clark was just a good student who she valued and was diligent and studious, so there was nothing to say.

"The principal wants to see you."

Dumbledore!

Clark followed behind Professor McGonagall in silence, his thoughts tumbling.

What did Dumbledore want to do with him? Is it for the school magazine? But it has been released for so long, if you want to find yourself, you have already found it.

Or was it about Voldemort's diaries? No, this is even more impossible. The diary has been kept in my suitcase and has never been taken out.

They walked around the corner in silence, stepped up the steps, and stopped in front of a large, ugly stone monster statue.

"Cold lemonade!" said Professor McGonagall.

This is obviously a code word, because the monster statue suddenly jumped up, and the wall behind him began to split in two sides, and a spiral staircase led to it behind the wall.

As Professor McGonagall and he went in, Clark heard the wall close behind him, and they went up the stairs, higher and higher, until at last, slightly dizzy, they came to the top of the castle main tower.

Clark saw a shimmering oak door in front, with a brass half-eagle and half-lion latch on it. Inside was Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

When they reached the end of the stone staircase, Professor McGonagall knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened silently and they walked in.

In the same familiar room, Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting at that desk, looking at him through half-moon glasses.

"Dumbledore, I've already brought him." Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore, and reminded softly, "Christmas is coming soon, and the children have to pack their bags. If there is nothing else, don't delay too much. Long."

Seeing Professor McGonagall's overt maintenance, Dumbledore smiled kindly, "I see, Minerva, go get busy first."

Professor McGonagall could only turn around and leave, and Dumbledore turned his attention to Clark again.

The two just stared at each other without speaking.

It's just that compared to the last time, Clark is no longer what it used to be. He also practiced the brain defense technique, and under the strong pressure of Voldemort, he made rapid progress.

Now facing Dumbledore's vague temptation, he began to construct false memories directly in his mind.

No! It is not false, after all, it is also a memory he has seen in his previous life.

High-end ingredients often only require simple cooking methods. Master Kong, who has been busy for a day, picks up...

The smile on Dumbledore's face became richer, and he waited until Clark's imaginary memory ended before he said, "Only love and food can't be let down."

"Clark, you don't have to be so wary of me. I called you here today because I just have a small thing to tell you."

I believe you a ghost, you are a very bad old man.

Seeing Dumbledore's kind look, Clark complained secretly in his heart. Dumbledore seemed to be aware of it, but he didn't seem to be aware of it. Anyway, he clasped his hands together and continued, "I saw you signed on the detention list. Name, but this year's school Christmas dinner, I'm afraid you won't be able to attend."

"Professor, I don't understand what you mean?" Clark asked calmly.

Dumbledore sighed, "Hey, since you came last time, those three guys conveyed what you said, and there has been a lot of commotion in the school board. Some people agree with it, and some people oppose it."

Of course Clark knew this, he still had contact with Lucius Malfoy of the Malfoy family, and he was well aware of the bullshit things that happened in the school board recently.

In this world, as long as there are 10% profits, capital will be used everywhere; if there are 20%, capital will be active; , it will make people disregard all laws; 300 percent, it will make people not afraid of crime, even not afraid of the danger of hanging.

What a fortune he and the three representatives of the school board drew at the beginning. For the British wizarding world whose market is shrinking and economic activities are becoming more and more solidified, this is no different from a big sweet cake.

If no one is bothered, then there are ghosts.

As for why Clark told the plan in such a stupid way? He naturally has his plans.

Dumbledore was still talking there.

"Now they have roughly discussed a result. This Christmas, there will be a school board dinner. At the meeting after the dinner, you will announce that you have joined the school board and built a dragon farm."

He saw that there was no joy on Clark's face, and he was so calm that he didn't look like a child at all, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"Hey, you have to be mentally prepared for this matter. Originally, I didn't agree with you getting involved in it now, but I am not the only one who has the final say on school matters."

What Dumbledore said was endless, but Clark, who received the news in advance, understood what he meant, so he said lightly, "So that's why you voted against, Professor?"

Dumbledore didn't answer his question, but Clark was annoyed by the words he blurted out, and the other party's insanity was really hard to guard against.

The two fell into a state of silence like this. At this moment, a strange, suffocating voice suddenly came from behind Clark.

There are more than two of them in the room? !

Clark turned around sharply, only to realize that, on the tall gilded perch behind the door, stood an old bird that looked like a half-plucked turkey.

Looking at the bird's familiar eyes, Clark recognized it at a glance. It was Dumbledore's pet, Phoenix Fox.

However, compared to its energetic appearance when we first met, the current phoenix looks very sick, and its eyes are lifeless. Just when Clark is looking at it, there is another A few feathers fell from its tail.

"Phoenix Nirvana?" Clark saw the current state of Phoenix Fox.

Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed, it has maintained this terrifying appearance for many days. I keep telling it to act quickly, but it is very stubborn."

"It is said that when the phoenix is ​​about to die, it will set itself on fire, and then regenerate from the ashes..."

Before Clark finished speaking, Fox let out a long cry, and then suddenly caught fire all over his body.

He subconsciously took a step back, avoiding the golden-red brilliant flame.

At the same time, the phoenix had also turned into a burning fireball. It wailed, and then disappeared into the air, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor that had not been completely extinguished.

As soon as Clark lowered his head, he saw a small, wrinkled chick poking its head out from the pile of ashes. After realizing that someone was looking at it, it let out a dissatisfied cry

"It's a pity that you have to see him on Nirvana Day." Dumbledore said, taking out a golden bowl filled with thatch and sycamore leaves from the cabinet behind him, and put the little phoenix into it.

Clark watched his actions quietly, and waited for him to finish his work before he said: "No, it is very difficult for ordinary people to see such a miraculous scene. It cannot be destroyed and cannot be established. Sometimes, only when the world is completely burned can new ones grow on it. Sprouts come."

Dumbledore lowered his head and took a deep look at him, "Setting the mountain on fire is not a good suggestion. After all, there is only one phoenix, and there are more sparrows and eagles in the forest. They will not be reborn from the ashes."

After saying this, he turned his head again and took care of little Phoenix patiently.

Clark knew he should leave, said his farewell, turned around and pushed open the door of the principal's office.

Only then did Dumbledore's voice come from behind, "You can bring your friends and family to the school director's dinner."

And the only answer to him was Clark's plain sentence, "Professor, you know, I have no family."

...

Finally, the term was over, and most of the young wizards took the Hogwarts Express back home, and the silence enveloped the entire castle like thick snow on the ground.

Clark didn't feel dull. Instead of those noisy children, he enjoyed the tranquility.

After the "Hogwarts School Magazine: Christmas Special" was released, the magazine was also suspended for one month.

George, Fred, Ginny and other employees of the magazine can finally relax. They come and go in and out of the Gryffindor tower at will, playing magic cards with Harry and Ron.

No matter how much they yelled, they didn't have to worry about getting in anyone's way, which made them very happy.

Disapproving of their childish behavior, Percy rarely spent time in the Gryffindor common room.

As for Hermione and Clark, they had finally concocted enough Living Hell Potion.

And the next thing to do is to use the newly arrived Manzhushahuahua to transform it into the water of the Styx.

In the alchemy room in the magic suitcase, all kinds of alchemy utensils and the long marble table in the center had been removed.

In the center of the empty room, a large pit was dug out and filled with soil. This was the corpse-covering soil that Clark had specially sent someone to dig out from the cemetery.

Just by standing on it, one can feel a gloomy chill rushing from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

The clear water flows out of the pipe at one end of the pit, like a stream, across the entire pit, and then is pumped in the puddle on the other side, and flows out from the other end again, forming a cycle.

Clark and Hermione wore special gas masks and rubber biochemical suits. They dug holes in the land on both sides of the stream, and planted strange flowers that were bright red like blood.

These peculiar flowers have flowers but no leaves. The petals are bent upside down, like crab claws, and the stamens are slender like whiskers, pointing to the sky. From a distance, they look like a burning flame swaying in the wind.

This is exactly the manjusawa purchased by Clark from the whirling secret realm of Tianzhu.

Clark and Hermione moved quickly, and the land on both sides of the creek was soon filled with this magical red flower.

However, they filled the four braziers in the corner of the room with white bone meal and ignited them with flint, and the miserable green flames rose instantly, making the already weird room even more gloomy.

The two backed out cautiously, closed the door tightly, waited for a while, and saw that nothing happened, then took off the gas mask on their heads, and took off the biochemical protective clothing.

"Is this all right?" Hermione asked Clark while wiping the sweat off her face, "It's the first time I've seen potions being made like this. It's really strange. No crucible or flame is needed."

Clark looked at the "Power Potion" on the coffee table, carefully recalled the operation steps just now, and nodded after confirming that there were no omissions.

"The higher the level of alchemy, the less rigid it is in one way of refining.

In addition to fire refining and water refining, they are often integrated with magic rituals, paying more attention to the right time and place, and guiding the mighty power of nature to transform and sublimate.

After all, how could the artificially refined water of the Styx River be as good as the naturally generated water of the Styx River? "

Hermione took his words to heart, and Clark looked at the calendar and roughly estimated the time.

"According to the book, in this simulated environment of the Styx, Manjusawa will absorb the decoction of living hell and the dead air. After the absorption is completed, the flowers will wither and bear the fruit that contains the water of the Styx." , we will be able to pick at that time, this time is not too long, exactly one month."

He drew a circle on the calendar, and then reminded Hermione, "During this period, the door cannot be opened to prevent the death air from leaking out, so from now on, we just need to wait patiently."

The two got out of the magic suitcase and returned to the lounge. The people who were all focused on the game didn't even notice their departure just now.

Only Ginny looked at the two of them curiously, but quickly turned away under her cousin's staring attack.

The dawn of Christmas has arrived, the weather is still so cold, and there is a piece of white snow all around.

Only Harry, Ron and Clark were left in the dormitory, and they were woken up by Hermione early in the morning.

She was fully dressed, with a pink fluffy hat on her head and a Christmas present for them in her arms.

"Wake up," she said loudly, drawing the curtains aside to let the sunlight in.

Today's sun is extraordinarily bright because of the reflection from the snow.

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