Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Master Clark, walk slowly!"

After coming out of Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore, Clark and the others continued shopping.

The various novel magic products along the way dazzled the little ones, and the jingling gold Galleons, Silver Sickles and Copper Nuts on their bodies also gave them the urge to shop.

Ron restrained himself from buying the new limited edition magic card deck after being reminded by Clark.

Hermione, on the other hand, took a fancy to a large crystal glass with an exquisite model of galaxy activity inside, which made her very excited. If she bought it, she wouldn't have to go to astronomy class anymore.

"I still have ten gold galleons," she said, looking at her wallet. "It's my birthday in September. My parents gave me some money and asked me to buy myself a birthday gift in advance."

"Then buy this crystal astrology ball. I see you like it very much." Neville suggested.

"How about buying a good book?" Ron said pretending to be kind.

"No, I don't want to buy books, and I don't want to buy a crystal astrology ball," Hermione said calmly, "I especially want an owl. You see, Harry has Hedwig, you have Piglet -"

Piglet was a Christmas gift Clark gave Ron when he was in first grade. He was a brown owl. Because his hoot sounded like a pig, Ron named him this.

"That's just right. I know there is a magical creature shop here!" After more than two weeks of wandering around, Harry was now very familiar with Diagon Alley. "Hermione can buy owls there. By the way, Neville, you Why don't you change that toad of yours too?"

Neville waved his hand, and they crossed the street and came to the store called Magic Zoo.

There wasn't much space inside the shop, every inch of the wall was covered in cages, the air smelled like feces, and the noise was loud.

Because the little guys in the cages are squeaking, chirping, screaming, or making hissing sounds.

The witch behind the counter was telling a yellow-haired male wizard how to take care of the two-tailed salamander. Clark and the others waited patiently while looking carefully at the cages around them.

Two huge purple toads sat there devouring dead blowflies, their saliva dripping onto the ground, and then purple smoke rose up, carrying a rich sweet smell.

A frighteningly large turtle stayed quietly next to the window, the shell on its back shining like a gem in the sun.

Several poisonous-looking orange snails squirmed slowly on the walls of the glass tank.

The chubby white rabbit turned into a satin top hat with a snap, then changed back again with a snap, and kept changing like this.

There were also cats of every color, a cage of noisy ravens, and a basket of fluff balls the color of custards buzzing.

There was a large cage on the counter, and the sleek black mice inside were playing a jumping game with their long bare tails.

With so many magical pets, it’s no wonder this place is called the Magic Zoo.

After the wizard who bought the two-tailed salamander left, Hermione approached the counter.

"Hello, I want to buy a pet..."

Before she could finish her words, a huge ginger thing suddenly jumped out of the top cage and landed on Ron's head, almost knocking him down.

"Oh, what the hell is this!" Ron yelled, shaking the thing off his head in panic.

The big guy landed on the table very flexibly, stood up, and grinned menacingly at Ron.

"No, Crookshanks, no!" cried the witch.

Several people looked at the huge ginger creature in front of them in surprise. It was a big cat with soft fur.

But this cat looks a little weird. Its feet are obviously a bit boxed, and its expression is gloomy, with a weird persimmon face, as if it had bumped its head against a brick wall.

"It's called Crookshanks. It's a mixed-breed gelatin cat with the blood of a cat." The witch shop manager hurriedly explained to Clark and the others, "It's been here for a long time, and no one wants it. So when he saw a little wizard coming to buy a pet, he was very excited."

"It's really hard for people to like it when it looks like this." Ron muttered softly.

Hermione didn't seem to hear what he said and carefully touched Crookshanks.

"What a cute little guy, with his gorgeous fur, isn't he, Clark?"

The cat, who was a little wary at first, immediately accepted Hermione after hearing this.

"The color is quite bright, a bit like a big ball of wool. It may be more comfortable to hold in your arms than an owl." Clark understood the hidden meaning of her words and said with a smile.

"I've decided!" Hermione held Crookshanks in her arms and stood up suddenly.

"What to decide?" Ron looked at the other party in surprise, suddenly having a bad feeling in his heart.

Hermione raised Crookshanks high, "I decided to buy it as my birthday present!"

"Hermione, this thing almost took my scalp off, and the cat is also losing hair. It's falling everywhere!"

Ron immediately issued a statement of objection, but the objection was invalid.

"It didn't mean it, did it, Crookshanks?" Hermione said, "Don't worry, it sleeps in my dormitory and won't bother you."

"That's very thoughtful of you," said Ron sarcastically.

"Okay, Ron!" Clark interrupted, and the cat argument came to an end for the time being.

When they finished shopping for other things and returned to the Leaky Cauldron, they found Mr. Weasley sitting at the bar reading the Daily Prophet.

"Harry!" He heard the noise, looked up, and immediately said with a smile, "How are you?"

"Very well, thank you for your concern, Mr. Weasley." Harry said. He, Clark, Hermione, and Ron took the things they bought and sat down next to Mr. Weasley.

As for Neville, he doesn't live here today and needs to go home first.

Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper, and Harry saw the already familiar picture of Sirius Black staring back at him.

"He hasn't been caught yet?" Harry asked curiously.

"No," Mr. Weasley's expression was very serious. "The Ministry has transferred us all from our normal duties and is going all out to capture him, but so far, we have made no progress."

"Then uncle, why do you have time to come over today?" Clark suddenly asked.

Mr. Weasley paused for a moment, and then said hesitantly, "This is the only opportunity every year to send my children to school, so of course I have to come."

Hermione hugged Crookshanks, glanced at Mr. Weasley, and then lowered her head again.

At this time, Ron asked from the side: "If we catch him, will there be a reward?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ron!" Mr. Weasley scolded him loudly.

Looking closer, he looked very nervous, "There's no way Black could have been captured by a thirteen-year-old wizard. Remember what I said, it was definitely the Azkaban guards who captured him in the end." ."

While they were chatting, Mrs. Weasley walked into the Leaky Cauldron, still carrying large bags of shopping, followed by twin brothers Fred and George - they would start at Hogwarts. In fifth grade.

Behind them were Percy, who had just been elected as the President of the Boy's Student Council, and Ginny, the youngest child and only girl in the Weasley family.

Ginny had always liked Harry, but now she seemed to be even more shy when she saw him. Her face turned red, she whispered "Hello" and shrank behind Mrs. Weasley.

Percy tried to hold up his chest and stretched out his hand pretending to be indifferent, as if he and Clark and others had not known each other before: "Clark, it's nice to meet you."

A silver badge gleamed on his chest.

"Hello, Percy, congratulations!" Clark said, suppressing a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all because of everyone's support." Percy said pretentiously while shaking hands with Clark. It felt like a big leader speaking on the stage.

"Clark!" Fred said, pushing Percy aside with his elbow, and then together with Fred, brought Clark to the edge.

Percy frowned and turned to shake Harry's hand again.

"Old man, why did you come back early from the vacation? Is there something wrong with the sales of magic cards?" Fred looked at Clark nervously and asked in a low voice.

Clark watched Harry being polite to Percy and shook his head, "No, I came back because of something else."

"Then why is there less magic card shipment during the holidays?" George asked.

"Oh, brother, there are only so many people in the British wizarding community. Almost every little wizard already has a deck of magic cards at home. This voice has reached a bottleneck."

Clark said helplessly, "I have arranged for people to open up foreign sales channels, but this thing is not that simple. At present, it seems that there is news from France."

George and Fred sighed. They didn't have any good resources or methods in this regard.

Mrs. Weasley had already put her shopping on an empty chair, and Clark greeted her, "Good afternoon, Aunt Molly!"

"Good afternoon, dear, I think you must have heard about our big news, right?" She pointed to the brand new silver badge on Percy's chest, "The second student body president in the family!"

Her pride was palpable.

"And the last one," Fred muttered in a low voice.

"I have no doubt about that." Mrs. Weasley frowned suddenly, "I noticed that you two did not become prefects."

"What are we going to be prefects for?" said George, as if the thought made him sick. "It would make life very unhappy."

Ginny giggled.

"You must set a good example for your sister!" Mrs. Weasley said sternly. After speaking, she looked at Clark again, "Oh, dear, I'm not talking about you. I have no doubt that you can become the student union president. .”

"Yes, I like you too, Clark." Percy nodded in agreement, "Ginny will have other brothers to set an example for her, mother. I'll go upstairs to change clothes and prepare for dinner..."

He left, and George breathed a sigh of relief.

"After you left, we originally wanted to lock him in a pyramid," he said to Clark, "but mother found him."

"But fortunately you left early," George interjected. "All the water in Cairo turned into blood, and there were a lot of locusts and frogs. It was chaos..."

The dinner that night was very pleasant. The bar owner Tom put three heavy tables together in the hall. The seven Weasleys, Harry, Hermione and Clark tasted six delicious British home-cooked dishes with relish. .

Especially the Scotch egg dish, which Clark couldn't put down.

This thing is a bit like an advanced version of a lion's head. A soft-boiled egg is wrapped with a layer of beaten meat filling, then brushed with egg wash, dipped in bread crumbs, and fried slowly in a frying pan at low temperature.

When you cut it from the middle, you can see the runny egg yolk gurgling out. Add some arugula underneath, pour a little mayonnaise or ketchup, and the soft and glutinous meat filling bursts out with rich flavor with the egg yolk and arugula. Taste experience, the fried crispy shell is still oozing with burnt aroma.

"Dad, by the way, how do we get to King's Cross Station tomorrow?" Fred asked.

At this time, they had already started to have dessert after the meal. It was an extremely delicious large chocolate cake. The slightly bitter chocolate stimulated the sweetness of the cream. It seemed that Old Tom was also very good at making desserts.

"The Ministry sent two cars." Mr. Weasley took a sip of gin.

Several children were very curious about this. They didn't understand why the Ministry of Magic sent a car to take them to the train station, especially Percy.

"Why?" he asked.

Mr. Weasley could only answer vaguely,

Clark noticed that his ears were red, like they were when Ron was stressed.

It seems that the disappearance of Sirius Black has made the Ministry of Magic very nervous.

But yes, if Harry, the savior, is attacked by Black, the impact will be huge.

As far as Clark knew, the Ministry of Magic was about to face a general election, and Fudge also hoped to seek re-election.

However, with the rise of the Magical Congress of the United States, many of the rights and interests of the British Ministry of Magic have been challenged and impacted. This has made many people think that Fudge is too weak.

If news comes out at this time that Harry was attacked and killed by Voldemort's hard-core men, then his plan to be re-elected as minister will be ruined.

I just don't know how many Aurors will secretly escort them tomorrow under this situation.

By the time after dinner, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone felt full and sleepy.

So one by one they went upstairs to their rooms, checked that their things for the next day were packed, and got ready for bed.

Clark took a step slower and went to the bar to ask Old Tom for another cup of hot chocolate.

When he lay on the bed and started snoring, Harry returned to the room with a heavy heart.