Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Clark is very clear about the dark thoughts of those school managers.

After all, the whole situation today is deliberately said to be caused by him deliberately.

Whether it's the dragon farm project, the fund shortage of the Prewett family, or the most critical monster attack in the secret room, all of them have his handwriting and are under his control.

Even Lucius Malfoy is his partner, those Hogwarts trustees who are caught in the trap, what can they do with him.

So even if he had received a letter from the housekeeper in the afternoon, saying that some of the family's properties had been targeted by certain families, he was not worried at all.

Everything is under his control!

Of course, the only variable in this may be Dumbledore.

Even Clark was extremely afraid of this unfathomable old headmaster.

At least in his opinion, Dumbledore is definitely capable of solving this matter, and at the same time, he must also be aware of some of Clark's behaviors. After all, it is impossible for any plan to be perfect.

It's just that now it seems that the old principal seems to be tacitly acquiescing that this happened.

"Calm down, Hagrid." Dumbledore said sternly, and he looked at Lucius Malfoy. "If the board wants me to go, Lucius, of course I will give up my seat."

"But—" Fudge stammered aside, as for what his true thoughts were, no one else knew.

"No, Professor!" Hagrid growled sincerely.

Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes kept staring into Lucius's, as if he wanted to see something different in them.

It's a pity that the other party is not a child. The powerful spiritual power and more mature mind of an adult wizard made his temptation come back in vain.

"However," Dumbledore said very slowly and clearly, so that everyone present could catch his every word.

"I've only really left this school when everyone here has betrayed me. You'll also find that at Hogwarts, help is always given to those who ask for it."

At that moment, Clark was almost sure, Dumbledore's eyes had cast a veiled glance into the corner where they were hiding.

Looking at this scene, combined with the original plot,

Judging from the ending of Lucius Malfoy being kicked out of the Hogwarts school board, Dumbledore's fighting skills are also first-class.

At least Malfoy didn't notice it at all, he had a smug smile on his face, bowed his body, and looked like a villain.

"The emotion is commendable, and I think we will all miss your - oh - very personal way of handling things, Albus, and we can only hope that your successor will be able to stop this attack once and for all."

Malfoy strode to the door, opened it, and bowed to see Dumbledore out.

Fudge played with his top hat, and waited for Hagrid to come in front of him, but Hagrid stood still, took a deep breath, and said cautiously, "If anyone's looking for something, they just have to follow the spider and they'll be there." Find the right direction! That's all I'm saying."

Fudge stared at him in astonishment, then scanned the room suspiciously, but found nothing.

"Okay, okay, here I come."

Afraid that he might see something, Hagrid hurriedly put on his moleskin coat, and followed Fudge away in a hurry.

The door slammed shut, and Ron tore off the cloak.

"This is troublesome." His voice was trembling. "Dumbledore is gone, and they will probably close the school tonight. After he leaves, there will be attacks every day."

Fang barked in unison with his words, scratching at the closed door with his claws, which put Harry in a terrible mood.

Only Clark remained calm.

Ron found this out too.

"What should we do, Clark, aren't you also a school manager, why didn't you tell us this in advance." Ron asked.

Clark also sighed, pretending to be helpless, "You ask me, who do I ask, I just became the school director of Hogwarts, and it's normal for them to bypass me to do this. "

"However, what is certain is that they can only use the vote to drive Dumbledore away. If they want to close Hogwarts, more than half of them agree."

His words made Harry breathe a sigh of relief, at least in this way, he didn't have to leave the school for the time being.

But what about the future?

This question also lingered in the minds of the students who heard the news the next day.

Early in the morning, Professor McGonagall conveyed the bad news to them, and she also temporarily took over the position of interim headmaster of Hogwarts.

However, this does not reassure the little wizards. After all, compared with Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall's reputation is still a bit worse.

When it was learned that Principal Dumbledore had left, fear spread rapidly within the campus in an unprecedented form.

Even now that summer has quietly arrived, the sky and the lake have turned into a bright light blue, and flowers as big as cabbage are blooming in the greenhouse. It seems that the warm sunlight cannot reach Hogwarts. windows.

The children looked out of the castle windows and could no longer see Hagrid striding across the grounds with Fang at his feet.

The situation inside the castle was not much better.

Every face in the school looked terrified and frightened, and every laugh in the corridor seemed so harsh, weird, and quickly suppressed.

Clark and the others once wanted to visit Hermione, but the visitors were blocked outside the school hospital.

"We can't take any more risks," Madam Pomfrey said solemnly to them, opening the door of the hospital a crack, "I'm sorry, but the attackers will probably come back and kill these people completely, so I can't let you Come in."

In this terrified atmosphere, Harry was still studying Dumbledore's last words.

"I've only really left this school when everyone here has betrayed me... At Hogwarts, help is always given to those who ask for it."

But what is the use of these words? Who on earth should they turn to when everyone is as confused and terrified as they are?

Hagrid's allusion to spiders, however, was easy to understand.

The problem is, there doesn't seem to be a single spider in the castle for them to follow.

Harry fretted about it, finding it wherever he went, and Ron was (reluctantly) helping him find it.

Of course, their search was hampered by the fact that they were not allowed to wander around without permission, but had to move around the castle in groups with other Gryffindors.

Those classmates seemed happy to have their teacher escort them from one classroom to another, but Harry found it very annoying.

What's even more discouraging is that Clark doesn't seem to agree with him very much.

"You are not a detective, Harry. This is not something you should worry about. It is the task of the professors to catch the murderer." Clark persuaded Harry in this way.

Because of the attack, he could only keep the dueling club's activities in the Gryffindor lounge, but even so, the ubiquitous danger made the club's number start to increase.

This took a lot of energy from Clark. After persuading Harry, he immediately turned around and, together with Neville, began to guide the little wizards.

"Be careful and dodge!"

"Move! Move!"

"Be vigilant at all times, this is the first element of a duel..."

The noise in the lounge dispelled a bit of the scary atmosphere, and the occasional fun caused by mistakes made the students who watched on the side show rare smiles.

Harry only felt more irritable, and returned to the dormitory without saying a word. As a Gryffindor, of course he would not give up just like this. Since Clark was afraid, he would act together with Ron.

Clark, who was instructing the students, glanced vaguely at Harry's background, and Neville also moved to his side at this time, "Clark, Harry..."

"Don't worry, just let them toss." Clark patted him on the shoulder and continued to devote himself to the guidance.

In the days that followed, Harry did indeed make a name for himself.

He and Ron successfully deciphered what Hagrid had left, and went deep into the Forbidden Forest to find the acromantula that Hagrid raised, and got some clues from it.

"That Aragog said that the monster in the secret room is an ancient creature that their spiders fear most."

"Also, of course, the girl who was attacked by a monster and died was found in the bathroom. I think it is very likely that it is the Weeping Myrtle!"

Early in the morning, when Clark was eating breakfast, Harry and Ron found him, sat on the chair beside him, and talked about the adventures of last night.

Although the two knew that Clark did not support their adventure, they subconsciously approached him when they encountered a problem.

"You guys were too reckless last night." Clark ate the last bite of the fried egg, and then began to criticize them.

"The acromantula is a magical animal with a dangerous level of XXXXX. Just a little venom can kill an elephant. With your two small bodies, it is simply a miracle that you can come back alive."

After the criticism, he pondered for a while, "However, I seem to have seen that ancient creature that spiders are most afraid of."

"What is it?" Harry and Ron asked in unison.

Clark chuckled, "I can't remember that either."

Disappointed expressions appeared on the faces of the two of them, and Clark comforted them, "I'll tell you when I find it in the book."

Of course Clark knew that the so-called ancient creature was a basilisk, but now was not the time to tell Harry about them.

Unlike Neville, the career change that Clark prepared for Hermione was mage, a profession that transformed the soul more deeply.

Therefore, Hermione's petrified state needs to be maintained for a little longer.

Fortunately, Harry and Ron were quickly attracted by a bad news, most of the attention.

In the first session of Transfiguration class in the morning, Professor McGonagall had just walked into the classroom ten minutes before telling them that the exam would be held on June 1st, only a short week away from today.

"Exam?" Ron screamed, "This is the case, do we still need to take the exam?"

Professor McGonagall turned and frowned at Ron.

"In this extraordinary state of affairs, schools are still not closed so that you can continue your education."

She said sternly, "Therefore, the exam is still going on as usual, and I'm sure you will all study hard."

Serious review?

The students in the class immediately chattered, and there was a buzzing sound in the classroom, which made Professor McGonagall's brows furrow tighter, and his face became more gloomy.

"Professor Dumbledore's instructions before he left were to maintain the normal operation of the school as much as possible."

Her voice overwhelmed the students' discussion, "This means that even if he is gone, we have to do what we should do, just do it!"

During the entire Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall was marking out the key points of this year's exam for them. The little wizards could only suppress their inner dissatisfaction and write down the knowledge in their notebooks.

But there is good news. When there were only three days before their first exam, Professor McGonagall announced another news.

"I have good news for everyone."

While eating breakfast, Clark looked at Professor McGonagall in the teacher's seat.

"Professor Sprout told me that the mandrakes are finally ready to be harvested."

This good news instantly made the little wizards excited.

After the noise subsided, Professor McGonagall continued.

"Tonight, we can bring back the petrified.

And she, most likely, will tell us who, or what, attacked her.

It is my sincere hope that this dreadful year will end with us catching the killer. "

Everyone burst into cheers, Clark clapped together, and Ron smiled for the first time in a few days.

"Does that mean it doesn't matter whether we ask Myrtle or not?"

Ron said happily to Harry.

"When Hermione wakes up, all the questions may be answered!

But don't forget, if she finds out that the exam is three days away, she will definitely go crazy.

She hasn't had time to review yet! Perhaps it would be more merciful to let her stay where she is until the exams are over. "

Harry's mouth twitched at Ron's joke, and at that moment, Clark suddenly whispered in their ears.

"I seem to have discovered something about the ancient creature mentioned earlier."

"What discovery?" Clarke's words made Harry's eyes widen.

Clark pointed to the little wizard standing around them, "This is not the right place to talk about this, we have to find a better place."