Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Clark!"

When Clark and Charlie walked into the Leaky Cauldron together, an unexpected and reasonable person stopped him.

"Harry! Why are you here?"

With messy black hair, rustic black-framed glasses, and a lightning scar on his forehead, yes, this is the famous Harry Potter.

Clark introduced his classmate to Charlie, and the guy walked up to him very enthusiastically, held the other person's hand tightly, and shook it vigorously.

"I've been living here recently," Harry said after struggling to cope with Charlie's greetings, "The story here is hard to describe."

"Then let's not talk about it for now." Clark waved his hand, and then asked Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, to help Charlie open a room first.

"This is my cousin, Ron's eldest brother Charlie, who has been raising dragons in Romania. You know, he will take the train to school with us tomorrow."

Clark briefly introduced Charlie's situation, and then said: "Have you bought everything you need for the new semester? Hermione and I have made an appointment to meet in Diagon Alley."

Harry nodded, "Of course, I bought all the things for school last week."

"What about you, cousin, do you want to go shopping with us, or go to the room to rest for a while?" Clark asked Charlie again.

Charlie glanced at Harry who was still a little uneasy, hesitated for a moment, and decided to go back to the room first. After all, he didn't dare to rest much on the way back from Romania, "You go ahead and have fun."

The two of them came to the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron together. Harry took out his wand, knocked on the third brick from the left above the dustbin, and then took a step back.

As the door of Diagon Alley opened in the wall, under the bright midsummer sunshine, a cobblestone street leading to the magical world appeared in front of them.

"Where did you and Hermione plan to meet?" Harry asked, "I've become familiar with this place in the past few weeks."

Clark could hear that Harry's voice was very light, and it seemed that he was much happier in Diagon Alley than at his aunt and uncle's house.

"Florin Fusco's Ice Cream Parlor."

Clark gave the place name, and Harry immediately led the way, talking as he walked.

"By coincidence, I often go to that store to do homework about burning witches in the Middle Ages. The boss is very nice and gives me a free ice cream every half hour."

The two of them were walking and chatting, when a shop on the roadside that was surrounded by people attracted Clark's attention.

"Quidditch Boutique," Harry saw Clark stop and noticed his gaze, so he introduced him excitedly, "Ah, there are many people here every day."

As he said that, he led Clark sideways in and squeezed past the excited wizards and witches. Then he saw a very majestic and luxurious looking broomstick placed on a newly erected platform.

Well, it was still a broom, at least in Clark's eyes.

"Just came out...samples..." a square-jawed wizard told his companions.

"This is the fastest broom in the world. Is it, Dad?" A boy younger than Harry asked sharply, shaking his father's arm.

"The International Club of Ireland has just placed an order to buy seven of these exquisite products!" the shop owner told everyone, "They are the most popular items for this World Cup!"

There was a lot of noise and people around. A big witch in front of Harry moved away. Clark finally saw the sign next to the broom:

"Firebolt, this latest high-speed broomstick adopts a streamlined design.

Represents the highest level of craftsmanship currently available on broomsticks!

The high-quality ash wood handle is streamlined and exquisite. It is polished with diamond polish and will last for a long time. It also has a hand-engraved registration number. Each broom is unique..."

Clark just glanced at it and lost interest. He had seen this kind of exaggerated advertising routine on TV countless times in his previous life.

Harry next to him was so dazzled that he almost pressed his face against the glass display window.

"Let's go, Harry! You already have a very good broom, there's no need to buy another one." Clark turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

"But that's the Firebolt, the fastest broomstick in the world." Harry was still muttering behind him.

"It's also the most expensive!"

Harry looked back with some reluctance. The label on the Firebolt said price negotiable.

Perhaps as Clark said, it must be expensive, but his mind suddenly flashed back to the piles of gold Galleons, Silver Sickles and Copper Nuts in his underground vault in Gringotts.

Clark answered at this time.

"I know what you are thinking. Maybe there is still a lot of money in the Potter family's coffers. After all, your grandfather invented the smooth hair spray, and the cosmetics industry is always profitable.

But trust me, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't want to see you spending money lavishly. "

"Okay, okay, it's Principal Dumbledore again. I'm no longer a child." Harry complained dissatisfiedly.

After the two left the Quidditch shop, they soon saw Neville, Hermione and Ron under the umbrella outside Florin Fusco's ice cream shop.

"Clark! Harry! We are here." Hermione also noticed them and was waving to them happily.

Today she was wearing a sky blue dress and a light yellow rounded straw hat on her head. Her skin was tanned to a healthy wheat color. She was cute and playful, and she looked full of sunshine and vitality.

Ron's face looked dusty. He and his parents had just returned from Egypt not long ago. He still looked very tired, and even the freckles on his face were not that conspicuous.

As for Neville, he was still so taciturn, but Harry felt that he had changed the most among everyone.

He still looked that familiar, honest and honest person, but he gave Harry the feeling of being so vicissitudes of life, and so lonely.

It's like an ancient city standing in a vast desert.

Clark seemed to be aware of this, and took the initiative to step forward and pat Neville on the shoulder.

Neville has been like this ever since he was possessed by Imhotep in Egypt.

That experience had a great impact on him. Fortunately, the gains and efforts are directly proportional. Once he digests the experience of being possessed, he will surely be able to make further progress in martial arts.

The awakened Neville smiled stiffly at Harry, "How was your vacation?"

"It's okay, it would be great to stay here for a few weeks." Harry and Clark sat down.

"Finally met you," Ron said, smiling at Harry: "We went to the Leaky Cauldron first, but they said you were gone, and then we went to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop and the Extraordinary Herbs Shop -"

"Wait," Harry frowned, "how did you know I lived in the Leaky Cauldron?"

"My dad said that." Ron said lightly.

Mr. Weasley worked at the Ministry of Magic and had naturally heard about the ins and outs of Harry inflating his Aunt Marge.

"Harry, did you really inflate your aunt?" Clark asked curiously.

"I didn't mean it," Harry said aggrievedly, but everyone present didn't quite believe it. Ron even laughed on the sidelines, "I just - I couldn't control it at the moment."

"This is no joke, Ron!" Hermione said sternly.

"Underage wizards using magic outside of school, in front of Muggles, is a serious illegal act, and I remember this is the second time you have had this problem.

Honestly, I'm surprised you weren't kicked out of school. "

"It was Dobby who did it last time," Harry denied, and then said, "Actually, I was also puzzled. Not to mention being fired, I thought I would be arrested."

He suddenly looked at Ron, "Your father doesn't know why Fudge let me go, does he?"

"Maybe it's just you, isn't it?" Ron shrugged, still chuckling, "You are the famous Harry Potter, the savior who defeated You-Know-Who."

Seeing that Harry's face was not very happy, he could only say: "Okay, anyway, you can ask my dad yourself tonight. Our family will also stay at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, so you can go with us tomorrow. King's Cross, where Hermione lives too!"

Hermione nodded happily. "Yes, Mom and Dad dropped me off here this morning, along with everything I need at Hogwarts."

"Great!" Harry said happily, "So, have you bought all your new textbooks and supplies?"

"Not yet," Hermione shook her head, "We haven't bought the textbooks yet,"

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"

So Harry and others stood up and prepared to go to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore to buy new textbooks.

However, as soon as they entered Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, they were startled by the scene inside.

The bookstore was in a mess at the moment. The beautifully bound gilded magic books that were originally on display were gone, replaced by several large iron cages, which probably contained more than a hundred "Monster Books of Monsters".

The books were locked together, and they were all fighting each other aggressively, like they were in a fierce wrestling match, biting and fighting with a belligerent attitude, and broken pieces of paper flying everywhere.

Seeing such a scene, Clark frowned.

"Are you from Hogwarts? Are you here to buy new textbooks?" The bookstore manager greeted him impatiently.

But when he saw Clark, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, "Ah, it turns out that Master Clark is here. What books do you need? I will get it for you right now."

"No rush," Clark waved his hand with a serious look on his face. He pointed to the iron cage, "What's the situation with these books?"

"Well, Master Clark, it's like this," the bookstore manager wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously, "these "Monster Books of Monsters" are the textbooks for this year's Care of Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts. As you can see, They’re kind of dynamic.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud chirp pierced the air. The two "Monster Books of Monsters" in the big iron cage grabbed the third one and tore it in half.

"Stop! Stop!"

The manager shouted anxiously, and at the same time, he picked up a big cane covered with knots, put on a pair of thick gloves, and prepared to open the cage door and forcefully separate the books.

However, Clark just snapped his fingers and cast a psychic power [Shock] on the "Monster Book of Monsters".

Under the manager's surprised gaze, the books immediately fell away.

"This must be Hagrid's masterpiece. No professor other than him would like a biting book." Ron guessed from the sidelines.

"It's actually very easy to deal with these books." Clark looked at the manager's pitiful look and really couldn't say anything. "You only need to gently rub the spine of the books and they will quiet down!"

"What?!" the manager said in surprise.

Clark gestured to the other party to take out a "Monster Book of Monsters" from the cage. The book struggled to bite, but his index finger slid from top to bottom on the spine of the book, and the book trembled all over, and then he opened it. , lying quietly on his hand.

"I think before you read the books, you should examine them carefully and at least find out their situation. I don't want to see this happen again."

The manager responded quickly and at the same time directed several clerks to quickly tie up these quiet books.

"Master Clark, what else do you need?" the manager asked, bending down.

Clark and others looked at the book list and began to purchase the textbooks needed for the third grade.

In addition to regular textbooks such as "Intermediate Transfiguration" and "Standard Spells, Level 3", they also need to buy "The Monster Book of Monsters" and "Looking at the Future through the Mist" this year.

The former is a textbook for Care of Magical Creatures, and the latter is a designated introductory textbook for divination classes. It provides strong guidance on palm reading, crystal balls, bird entrails, etc.

But compared to Harry and Ron, Clark and Hermione's situation is different.

"What are you doing?" Harry saw the bookstore manager using his wand to control a large pile of books to float behind Hermione and Clark.

"Oh, Clark and I have taken more new courses than you, haven't we?" Hermione explained, "Those are our textbooks, including Astronomy, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Ancient Runes, and Muggle Studies ——”

"Why are you studying Muggle studies?" Ron said and rolled his eyes at Harry, "You are originally a Muggle! Your parents are both Muggles, and you already know everything about Muggles!"

"But it will definitely be interesting to study them from a wizard's perspective." Hermione said enthusiastically.

"Then don't you have to take these classes together this year?" Harry asked, while Ron secretly smiled secretly.

Hermione ignored them, while Clark glared at Ron, "Okay, let's go to the next place."

After saying that, he put his and Hermione's books into the magic pocket.