Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The colorful crystal was divided into countless faces by blood-red lines, and each face seemed to have Clark's face.

This is exactly the semi-finished psicrystal that Clark refined in France.

Yes, of course he doesn't have any divinity spar obtained from Egypt, but that doesn't stop him from forging one.

It may be difficult for others, but for Clark, who possesses fragments of knowledge and godhood, it is a piece of cake.

He was only promoted one level ahead of time, and thanks to the "Hogwarts School Journal", even after exchanging several specialties and abilities, he still has the experience of leveling up now.

To upgrade the level from level 5 to level 6, it costs 1000 experience points, but in exchange for 1 attribute point, 1 additional specialty, 23 skill points, and two new level 3 psionic abilities.

Not only that, as the age increased, the 12-year-old also gained an additional attribute point.

Clark originally wanted to add these two attribute points to intelligence, so as to push the intelligence attribute to the legendary stage of 20 points as soon as possible.

However, the system reminded him that reality is not a game. Although everyone's attributes will be emphasized, it is not a good thing if a certain attribute is too prominent.

As the saying goes, only cultivating sex and not cultivating life, this is the first disease of cultivation, the body and the soul are mutually external, no matter which one is too strong, it will oppress the other, so between the two mutually influencing attribute values, The gap is best not to exceed 5.

For this reason, Clark had no choice but to add the two attribute points he had just obtained to his physique. In this way, his physique attribute directly reached 12 points.

Reflected in reality, it was a warm current injected into Clark's body, which not only increased his physical upper limit, but also improved his endurance, resistance to blows, and resilience.

As for specialties, considering that he might deal with basilisks next, Clark directly chose a [Animal Affinity] specialization from the list.

[Animal Affinity]: When facing animals, your charm value will get a +2 judgment bonus. ——I like small animals so much, I can't miss them almost every day.

As for the skill points rewarded by the system, he added them to [Blur] and [Negotiation] respectively. In addition to the two newly acquired level 3 psionic abilities, Clark chose [Mind Link] and [Charm Monster] .

[Spiritual Link]: Level 3 power, consumes 5 points of spiritual energy, you can communicate with a certain intelligent life at the soul level through the released spiritual energy, and you can understand the meaning of the other party without words. The link is bidirectional and requires the consent of the other party,

And there is a distance limit of 5 meters, and the duration is 16 (intelligence) minutes.

[Charm Monster]: A level 3 ability that consumes 5 points of spiritual power. You can use the released spiritual energy to charm monsters, so as to gain their favor and make them treat you as a friend. This skill is affected by your Charisma and lasts 16 (intelligence) minutes.

In this way, his attributes become:

Name: Clark Prewett

Age: 12/17

Race: Human/? ? ?

Attributes: Strength 8, Dexterity 9, Constitution 12, Intelligence 16, Wisdom 12, Charisma 15

Alignment: absolute neutral

Occupation: Level 6 Psionicist Telepath (0/2000)

XP: 1061 (unallocated)

Status: Deity oppressed

Occupational Skills: Education 47, Concentration 40, Bluff 58, Arcane Knowledge 27, Spell Identification 33, Rope Art 50, Document Interpretation 23, Negotiation 57, Information Gathering 34, Sense Motive 32, Occlumency 32

Legendary Skill: Knowledge is Power (included with Godhead)

Personal specialties: mental fortitude (occupational feat), psychic talent (occupational feat), dexterous left hand, photographic memory, aristocratic demeanor, mobile spellcasting, familiar enhancement, robustness (1/3), iron will, magical genius, calm mind, animal friendly

Level 0 Power: Psychic Infection

1st-level powers: charm person, hide thoughts, feel emotions, demoralize, psychic invasion, manipulate small objects, lesser blast

2nd-level powers: aversion, mind stab, stun, detect thoughts, lesser reconstruction of matter

3rd-level powers: fake sensation, split mind, rejuvenation, mind link, charm monster

Psionics: 41

Psicrystal: Work in progress

After the upgrade, Clark used the [Mind Link] as a bridge, and used the [Mind Split] ability to temporarily split a false personality, and then transferred it to the Psionic Crystal Servant, and then pressed the crystal stone on the old diary .

The leather cover of the diary came alive in an instant, as if it were human skin, it began to dilate its pores and breathe slowly.

Clark clearly felt that there was an invisible spiritual force that drilled out of the diary and wrapped around the crystal stone.

He let go of the barrier of the brain defense technique, and slightly touched the fragment of godhead.

A grand and broad atmosphere that seemed to contain all the knowledge and truth in the world was transmitted to the psicrystal through the fragile connection of [Mind Link].

The moment Tom Riddle's spiritual tentacles came into contact with the spar, it immediately bounced away as if he had been electrocuted, as if he couldn't bear the weight of the breath at all.

When Clark entered the diary space again, he could already clearly sense the joy of the other party.

"That god is real, you can pray to him now."

Before he could speak, Tom spoke first.

Clark also breathed a sigh of relief, which proved that the other party didn't find anything wrong. Both of them had their own concerns, so they had no intention of continuing the chat.

In the next few days, after pretending to pray a few times, Clark found Tom Riddle again.

"I feel that I can easily communicate with the God of Knowledge, so quickly, will there be any problems?"

Facing Clark's worries, Tom didn't care at all. He wished that the other party would start the ceremony now so that he could be resurrected with the divine crystal as soon as possible.

However, he also knows the truth that haste makes waste. Now that he is trapped in the Horcrux, he has to rely on the other party for the time being.

So he comforted Clark: "Don't worry, I have sensed it before, this God of Knowledge is not an evil god, you can rest assured."

As he spoke, he persuaded again: "You are making rapid progress, I think we can start the next step."

Clark hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in a subtle way.

...

When the time came to mid-January, Harry and the others fell into the extremely busy Hogwarts training again.

No way, since the last game against Slytherin, Gryffindor captain Wood has felt a lot of pressure.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands was still so bad that whenever Harry came back from training and returned to the Hogwarts castle, his whole body was soaked and covered in mud.

But even if it wasn't windy or rainy, Harry wouldn't be much better off.

Ever since he was nearly killed by a Bludger in a game last time, he has been worried that this kind of thing will happen again.

However, Wood told him that the school checked all the competition equipment after the incident, but found nothing abnormal.

He thought it was just an illusion caused by Harry being too nervous during the game, and that it was just an accident, but Harry didn't think so, especially since he also encountered two unlucky things before.

Harry was walking alone in the empty corridor, the cold wind was blowing through the hall, he felt cold and hungry, and now he just wanted to hurry to the auditorium for dinner.

Suddenly, he saw a man who was as preoccupied as he was.

Colin Creevey, a freshman of Gryffindor and a special photographer of "Hogwarts School Magazine", was looking out of the window sadly, whispering in his mouth all the time: "...she likes me...she doesn't like me I...she likes me..."

When Harry saw him, he almost turned around and wanted to leave.

Since the last time, he has been stalked by this little fanboy, even sometimes when he meets him on the road, he will think that the other party is deliberately blocking him.

It's a pity that the sound of procrastinating footsteps still alarmed Colin. He raised his head, saw Harry, and instantly widened his eyes, "Harry!"

"Hi, Colin." Harry could only say hello helplessly.

"Hello!"

Colin rushed forward excitedly. With the dark sky behind him and the heavy rain, the terrifying atmosphere made Harry take a step back.

However, Colin didn't notice this, and just kept asking: "Harry, why are you here? Have you just had Quidditch training? How is the effect this time? Are you confident in the next game?"

The continuous inquiries were like bullets, beating Harry into a mess.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're very confident."

After speaking, seeing Colin opening his mouth to speak, Harry decided to strike first, "You seem to be in some trouble, Colin?"

Colin, who was originally in high spirits, immediately collapsed. He hesitated for a while, just when Harry thought he would not speak and was about to speak immediately, Colin stopped him again.

"I'm really confused about one thing, can you refer to it for me?"

"No!" Harry was about to blurt out, but when the words came to his lips, it turned into "No problem, just say it."

Harry wanted to slap himself hard, but the words had already been spoken and could not be taken back.

Colin said hesitantly: "It's like this, I have a friend... Recently there is always a girl who studies and does things with him... He thinks that girl likes him..."

Harry's stomach started to growl, and he wanted to urge Colin to hurry up, maybe he could make it in time for dinner dessert, but Colin became more and more nervous.

Just as Colin took a deep breath and was about to say who was secretly in love with him with Harry's encouragement, a loud shout came from the side.

"dirty stuff!"

Argus Filch, the administrator of Hogwarts, with a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, suddenly emerged from the corner of the corridor.

He rushed to Harry's side, panting heavily, pointing at the mud and rain dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes, his eyes wide open, the flesh on his double chin trembling, as if It's like eating people.

"Dirty everywhere, mess everywhere! Let me tell you, I've had enough!

First a few third-year students smeared frog brains on the wall of the fifth basement, and then there was water everywhere on the ground outside the bathroom on the second floor, and you bad guy, Potter, with me Walk! "

Harry waved goodbye to Colin gloomily, and followed Ferzie down the stairs, knowing that his dinner was really going to be ruined this time, which made him shuffle feebly, leaving a trail of food on the floor. Muddy footprints.

Filch's office was on the basement floor, and Harry had never been there before. Most of the students avoided this place, perhaps only George and Fred were frequent visitors there.

In the gloomy room, there was only a dim oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, there were no windows around, and there was also a dull smell of rotting dead fish.

Several large wooden cabinets with blue and black mold stains were leaning against the wall, which were used to store the records of students who violated discipline, which recorded in detail who did what bad things and how they were punished.

Suddenly a bright light flashed across Harry's eyes, and he turned his head to see a pair of well-polished chains and handcuffs hanging on the wall behind Filch's desk.

Everyone at the school knew that he often begged Headmaster Dumbledore to allow him to hang students upside down from the ceiling, which of course Headmaster Dumbledore would not agree to.

Filch took out a quill and started looking for the parchment again.

"Asshole." He complained angrily, whether it was because he couldn't find something, or because of something else.

"That big fire-breathing monster...frog brains...water...dung bombs...I've had enough of you guys...where's the form...ah, here it is..."

He took a large roll of parchment from a drawer, spread it out on the table, and dipped his pen in some ink.

"Name... Harry Potter, case..."

"It's just a little muddy water!" Harry protested.

"Ah, a little muddy water, that's fine for you, but for me, that's another hour of cleaning work!" Filch roared dissatisfied.

"Case: Defile the castle... the proposed punishment is..."

Filch looked excited, his nostrils dilated.

He squinted at Harry, admiring the mixed expression of nervousness and fear on the other's face. He could only find a little fun in the face of these junior wizards.

Those senior little wizards were not afraid of him much anymore.

Harry held his breath, and just as Filch was about to write, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside.

"Mr. Filch, I hear you're planning a lynching?"

Ginny Weasley stood in front of the door, and Colin followed her with a camera.

"What?"

Filch looked at the two men suspiciously, not knowing what they wanted to do.

And Ginny had already walked in front of him with a pen and a notebook, "Mr. Filch, as a special correspondent for the "Hogwarts School Journal", I have some questions to interview you."