Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"Hermione—this is the boys' dormitory, you shouldn't be here."

Ron, who was awakened, said while covering his eyes with his hands to block the dazzling light.

"Merry Christmas!" said Hermione, throwing Ron's present at him. "I've been up for almost an hour, by the way, where's Clark?"

Harry sat up and looked towards Clark's bed. There were only folded quilts, which were placed squarely on the head of the bed.

"He must have gone to bring us breakfast."

As soon as the words fell, a cheerful voice came from outside the dormitory door.

"Hey guys, wake up, I brought you something to eat."

Then, the door was kicked open.

In the spacious boys' dormitory, the atmosphere was extremely awkward at this moment.

In fact, Clark didn't know why he was embarrassed, maybe he only brought breakfast for Harry and Ron?

Or maybe he acted too out of character just now, not in line with the aristocratic persona he has always maintained?

Anyway, Hermione put her arms around her chest like this, looked straight at him, and saw that he was embarrassed all the time, and just now she let out a "pop" and smiled.

Harry and Ron were avoiding her sight while wearing their coats, when they heard her laughter, they both heaved a sigh of relief.

Huh, Hermione has become more and more terrifying since she became the deputy editor of the colonel's magazine.

"Merry Christmas!" Hermione said to Clark, throwing the gift she had prepared for him, and then said, "This is the first time I've seen you like this, you look like a child."

Perhaps it was the long-term campus dormitory life that allowed Clark to regain the feeling he had when he was in college in his previous life, resulting in a much younger mentality.

The relationship with Harry and several other roommates has more and more the shadow of the previous life.

At this moment, Harry's pet Hedwig suddenly flew in from the window with a small package in his mouth, which was a gift from his uncle, the Dursleys.

They gave Harry a pair of toothpicks,

And attached a note, asking him if he could also spend this summer vacation at Hogwarts.

Other than that, the other Christmas presents for Harry were not bad.

Hagrid gave him a big bag of fudge, and Ron gave him a book called Flying with the Cannon.

It recorded some anecdotes about Ron's favorite Quidditch team, and Hermione gave him a valuable eagle feather quill, as if hoping that he could focus on his studies.

And Clark, he sent a magical cloak that can resist cold and keep warm, and Harry was very happy to wear it outside.

After unwrapping the presents, they went down to the lounge and played a card game with George and other young wizards who stayed here.

At night, a group of people rushed towards the auditorium in a mighty manner. After all, who would refuse the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts.

The Great Hall looked stunning, not only with a dozen tall Christmas trees hung with frost, but also with colorful friezes hanging from the ceiling.

Even the snowflakes falling gently from the roof are enchanted, warm and dry, adding a lot of festive atmosphere.

Dumbledore led everyone to sing a few of his favorite Christmas carols. As several glasses of eggnog drank down his throat, Hagrid became more and more excited, and his voice became louder unconsciously.

Percy didn't notice that Fred had bewitched his favorite prefect badge, turning it into the word "dumb," and kept asking them why they were laughing.

Draco Malfoy, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, was still mocking Harry's new sweater in a rough voice. Their family said something happened, so he also chose to stay in school this holiday.

At this moment, Ron came to his senses. After eating the lamb chops on the plate, he finally realized that there was one person missing from their table.

"Where's Clark?" he asked Hermione, who was eating a baked potato.

Hermione sprinkled salt and black pepper on the potatoes very naturally, and said lightly, "I don't know."

As for where exactly is Clark?

He has now come to another place through the fireplace in the principal's office.

There is a wide hall, a shiny marble floor, and a long solid wooden dining table filled with all kinds of delicious food and drinks.

Many well-dressed, unusual-looking adult wizards gathered in the hall in twos and threes, talking in low voices while holding wine glasses.

A gorgeous crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting bright light, and there are many moving portraits hanging on the dark purple walls.

Just from these decorations that don't look very cheap, it can be judged that the owner here must be a very rich pure-blood wizard.

And in fact it is.

"Ah, Clark, welcome, welcome to Malfoy's house!"

Lucius Malfoy, standing in front of the marble fireplace, greeted Clark warmly.

Yes, this is the manor of the Malfoy family, and this year's Hogwarts trustees' dinner is being held at their home.

Clark smiled and greeted Uncle Lucius and his Aunt Narcissa, but this aunt who hadn't had much contact with their family just nodded at him indifferently.

He didn't take it seriously either, and followed Lucius, and under his introduction, he communicated with some members of the school board who were present today.

"This is James Parkinson, the representative of the Parkinson family's school board, James, this is Clark, Clark Prewett, I mentioned it to you."

James Parkinson has a lion-like explosion of blonde hair, which may also be the signature hairstyle of his family.

However, unlike his rough appearance, when he spoke, his voice was extraordinarily magnetic, which formed a sharp contrast with his appearance.

"Hello, I heard Lucius mention you, the deputy editor-in-chief of the "Hogwarts School Journal". Our family has subscribed to your magazine."

"Thanks."

When Clark heard his words, he immediately knew that this man had been paying attention to him, otherwise he was just an associate editor of the school magazine, and no one would take note of it.

"We meet again, Mr. Yaxley," he greeted another gentleman who was chatting with James Parkinson.

This was Elijah Yaxley, whom he had met in the headmaster's office before.

Only this time, his attitude towards Clark was much better, at least he smiled.

Of course, not everyone is so happy to see Clark, at least Darren Bock of the Bock family has a big opinion on him.

But this is also normal, their family makes a living by transnational smuggling trade.

Among them, the smuggling trade of fire dragon materials accounted for 70% of their family business.

Now Clark proposes to build the Hogwarts Dragon Farm, intending to develop the local dragon breeding industry in the UK. This is a major blow to their family's business.

Naturally, he didn't have a good face.

But anyway, it was the school director's dinner, and it was in the Malfoy's manor, so he couldn't do anything out of the ordinary, but even so, he still showed a penetrating expression to Clark.

After all the personnel arrived at the scene, the school directors' dinner officially began.

Clark was sitting on the left hand side of Lucius Malfoy, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. After all, sitting next to the owner's house, this in itself showed that his status was unusual.

What's more, among the adult wizards here, the youngest one is in his thirties, and he is even more eye-catching when he is a child among them.

However, in the face of questioning or curious eyes, Clark was extraordinarily calm.

He focused all his attention on the plate in front of him, as if the grilled cod on that plate was supremely delicious.

The restaurant was extremely quiet, and everyone followed the dining etiquette without making a sound.

Just like that, the school management members present stood up after they were full of wine and food, and walked into the next meeting room with Lucius Malfoy.

Clark naturally went in with the group and sat down at the round table in the conference room.

However, unlike what he thought, after the group sat down, they did not discuss matters related to Hogwarts. Instead, they first chatted about their respective businesses.

Some talked about various legal policies to be released by the Ministry of Magic, and some talked about business opportunities in a certain industry.

Clark even witnessed a deal between the Burkes and the Slughorns for banned herbs.

It was also at this moment that he realized that the Hogwarts school board had completely transformed into a huge interest group.

Among them are Ministry of Magic officials and big businessmen; there are smuggling gangs and ancient nobles.

Driven by their interests, you help me, I help you, and together weave a huge network of relationships, affecting every aspect of the British wizarding world in unknown and hidden corners.

With such a complicated situation, it's no wonder that even Dumbledore couldn't speak his mind at Hogwarts.

When they were done talking, Lucius cleared his throat and stood up.

"Okay everyone, today I am very glad that you are here as guests. At the same time, as the school director of Hogwarts, let us welcome new friends."

Clark stood up and nodded to everyone present, but there was only sparse applause.

Lucius didn't seem surprised by this situation, and continued: "Clark's identity must be known to everyone. He came here today for two things."

He looked at Clark.

"First of all, there is the matter of increasing the number of seats on the Hogwarts school board. After a long discussion, we agreed that the Prewett family should return to the Hogwarts school board and get a seat."

This time, the applause was a little louder.

"Secondly, regarding the new dragon farm at Hogwarts, the school board will jointly establish a Hogwarts investment company to jointly operate the dragon farm at Hogwarts and some supporting facilities around it."

The applause sounded again, but this time it came from a different voice.

"No, the Prewett family is also the director of Hogwarts. Why don't we know about the Hogwarts Development Company? Besides, the plan we discussed in the principal's office last time was not like this."

Clark propped himself up on the table and stood up, his face looking particularly bad.

"Don't you know now?" Darren Bock looked at him jokingly and said.

"As long as you pay, this company will naturally have a part of your Prewett family's shares. But if you want to own it all, I'm afraid you can't."

At this time, another school director from the Ollivander family also said slowly: "Yes, this dragon farm and the surrounding land belong to Hogwarts, and naturally belong to the property of our school board. "

"We're not short of money!" Elijah Yaxley concluded.

The meaning of these old guys is obvious. They all agree with the plans that Clark said in the principal's office.

Whether it is the construction of a dragon farm, a supporting fire dragon industrial park, or a new wizarding community, they have no objection to it, and even strongly support it.

It's just that they also want to intervene in these matters.

No, this is no longer a matter of meddling. Look at what they are doing now, sharing this delicious big cake together.

As a child, even if Clark had his back on the Prewett family and put forward the whole plan, he couldn't dispel their greed for profit.

"It's not kind to do this, I came up with the plan!" Clark looked a little annoyed.

Darren Bock sneered, the angrier Clark was, the happier he was.

"Childish! We didn't promise you anything back then."

"Hey, you can't say that."

A bald wizard sitting across from Clark suddenly said, "The little guy's brain is still smarter than us old guys. We must recognize your contribution. However, you alone can't accomplish these plans." Bar."

"Not to mention that Hogwarts' credibility needs to be used as an endorsement in your entire plan. Even the Fire Dragon Industrial Park needs a large number of companies to settle in. If the Slughorn family does not have shares in this industrial park , then why do we need to expend so much energy to move the potion workshop there?"

It seems that this bald wizard is the representative of the school board of the Slughorn family, and what he said just now should also represent the opinions of those industrial families in the school board.

At least, Clark saw that the representatives of the Abbott and Ollivander families also nodded.

But Clark is not a child, and no one thinks too little about benefits. If there is no dispute now, there will be no dispute in the future.

"That's not how it was done. This plan is so big, are you sure you can eat it?" Clark said threateningly.

"Our Prewett family is not easy to bully. Without the propaganda of the Daily Prophet, even if you start this project, it will be useless!"

"What's more, it's still a question of whether you can do it." Clark looked at the school directors sitting there and sneered, "Anyone can make a project plan, but it has to be a human being who actually implements it. It's not that I look down on you , but everyone here... can't do it!"

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