Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Under the warm sunshine, Malfoy and Harry were chasing after each other, whizzing past the pasture and circling in circles.

Originally, the brooms of the two were similar, and they should not be able to catch up at the same speed.

But I have to admit that talent is sometimes more important than hard work. Harry flew smoother and smoother, lying on the broom to reduce wind resistance. In addition, he was brave enough to speed up, and he was gradually catching up. On to Malfoy.

When Harry was about to grab the tail of his broom for the last time, Malfoy let out a nervous yelp, and a wreck came and threw Neville's Remembrall viciously into the air.

"Here, see if you can catch it!"

The crystal clear glass ball drew a smooth curve in the air, reached the highest point, and then began to fall.

Harry looked at the glass ball, thinking nothing of it, just leaning forward, pointing his broomstick downward... In the blink of an eye, he was speeding down, chasing the glass ball... The wind was whistling in his ears, mixing Hearing the screams of the students below... He reached out and grabbed the glass ball a foot above the ground.

"Oh!"

The Gryffindor students cheered, and Ron took the lead and ran towards Harry. As for Malfoy, who threw the memory ball, the smile on his face froze instantly.

But the next moment, his frozen expression turned into pain, because Clark made a move.

Harry's pursuit was not aimless, he kept changing directions, just to force Malfoy to get very close to Clark unknowingly, and after estimating the distance, Clark took out a small pocket and put The powder inside was shaken out, and with a finger of the wand, the gushing magic power turned into a whirlwind, engulfing the powder, and rushed towards Malfoy.

This is the simplest way to use magic power, without even chanting incantations, the powder, driven by the magic power, fell on Malfoy's body in an imperceptible and silent manner, and quickly exerted its effect.

Malfoy first shook his head, scratched his face, and then scratched his back, but this didn't relieve the itching on his body, he could only lower his height wobbly while scratching, and fell to the ground superior.

But even if he fell to the ground, with the help of his two followers, the itching on his body could not be relieved. This kind of flea powder specially made to make skin itchy was a new tricky prop invented by the Weasley twin brothers. After seeing it, Clark unceremoniously took some over.

Seeing Malfoy scratching his head and confirming that he was hit, Clark turned his head and looked at Harry. I saw that he had straightened the broom in time, and then gently fell on the grass, still holding the memory ball firmly in his hand.

"Harry Potter!"

Before the crowd cheered, there was a sudden explosion of anger, and Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, was running towards them in a hurry. Harry got off the broom quickly, but it was too late.

"In all my years at Hogwarts...never..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in surprise, unable to speak, only an angry light flashed behind the glasses, "...how dare you...you will break your neck..."

Harry stood on the ground, shaking.

"It's not his fault, Professor..."

"Shut up, Miss Patil..."

"Professor McGonagall!" Clark took a step forward, "It was Malfoy who violated Mrs. Hodge's order first, went to the sky privately, and even snatched Neville's memory ball! Harry followed up to stop Malfoy. , but Malfoy didn't know how to repent, and instead threw the memory ball far away."

The advantages of a good student were revealed at this moment, and Clark's words successfully dispelled Professor McGonagall's anger a lot. She glanced at Malfoy, saw him scratching his ear, grinning his teeth, twisting his body,

It didn't look like it at all, and my heart became more and more unhappy, and I believed Clark's words even more.

"I see, Mr. Prewett, Malfoy will be deducted 20 points for disrupting class discipline. Now, Potter, come with me."

After finishing speaking, ignoring Malfoy's changed expression, Professor McGonagall turned and strode towards the castle, while Harry mechanically followed behind her.

With things developing like this, the flying class was a waste of time. After Mrs. Hodge came back, they had no chance to fly into the sky again, but just stood on the ground obediently, practicing the posture of riding a broom.

When it was time for dinner, Harry came back with a happy face. Although his body was dirty, he was in high spirits.

He tells Ron and Clark what happened after he and Professor McGonagall left the venue.

"You're kidding."

Ron was about to put a steak and kidney pie in his mouth, but he forgot about it in the middle.

"Seeker?" he said, "but first-years never... You must be the youngest house player in many years."

"It's been a century," said Harry, picking up the pie with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth, feeling extra hungry after a frightening encounter in the afternoon.

"Wood told me." Harry glanced at Clark, who he saw wasn't surprised.

On the contrary, Ron reacted greatly. He was so surprised and shocked, he just sat there and stared blankly at Harry.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting next to Clark, began to criticize him. "Listen, Harry, you don't always have such good luck!"

These words were very blunt, and the smile on Harry's face froze. Fortunately, Clark saw that the situation was not good, and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere.

"I think Harry is a bit talented. I saw it in the trophy room. Harry's father once helped Gryffindor win a Quidditch trophy." This made Harry very happy.

"I start training next week," said Harry. "Don't tell anyone that Wood wants to keep it a secret."

At this moment, Fred and George Weasley walked into the dining room. They caught sight of Harry and walked over quickly.

"Good job," whispered George. "Wood told us. We're on the academy team too, batsmen."

"I'm telling you, we're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year we're going to be a great team. You must be great." , Harry, Wood was incoherently excited when he told us about it."

At this moment, George saw Clark sitting on the side, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Clark, is the product we gave you useful?"

And Clark gave him a thumbs back, smiling extraordinarily brightly.

"It works great!"