Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Are you really okay, Harry?"

After Lupine left, Ron looked at Harry with a worried expression and said.

Harry shook his head, wiped more cold sweat from his face, and then looked at Clark. He knew that if there was anyone here who could answer his doubts, it would be the first grader.

"What is that thing?"

Clark put the chocolate Professor Lupine gave him into his mouth and said at the same time: "Dementors, dementors of Azkaban."

As soon as this name was said, Ron and other young wizards born in wizard families shuddered.

"Dementors, Azkaban?" Harry muttered.

"That's right," Clark nodded, "Azkaban is the prison of the wizarding world, and the dementors are the guards guarding the prison."

"Obviously, Sirius Black's escape made these guys and the Ministry a little angry, so much so that the officials arranged for them to search the train."

"Then...what happened to me just now?" Harry raised his head and asked awkwardly, "Besides me, did any of you faint?"

"No!" Ron shook his head, "Although everyone was scared, no one fainted."

These words made Harry's face paler, and he began to feel embarrassed. Everyone else was fine, so how could he be so scared?

"Actually, you don't have to be like this," Clark noticed his embarrassment and comforted him, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Dementors are very evil black magic creatures. They were created by dark wizards and naturally hate all humans and wizards.

These guys are aggregation of negative emotions, activated negative energy. They live on human life and happiness, and hate all living things that are not them.

The reason why you reacted like that just now is because they sucked away the happiness and recalled some painful past events.

The sugar in chocolate can stimulate dopamine and make people feel happy. That's why Professor Luping just let you eat some of this stuff. "

"Then why don't you destroy them?" Neville asked very calmly, which made Ron nod several times.

"not that simple,

Clark shook his head dumbfounded, "Dementors also have 'human rights'. "

He added an accent to the word "human rights."

“At first, many famous white wizards proposed their extermination, but the Intelligent Creatures Office under the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic expressed strong opposition.

They claim to respect the Dementors' right to existence and cultural customs, and give them the freedom to live according to their own way of life. "

"They are simply crazy." Ron couldn't help but said, "Dementors still want to talk about human rights?"

"Are these the Holy Mother and Bai Zuo you mentioned before?" Neville was concise and to the point.

Clark nodded and continued.

"Of course this is unacceptable to you, but for those powerful wizards, dementors are not actually a big threat.

On the contrary, the existence of these monsters itself represents high-end black magic knowledge, which has value that can be utilized.

Therefore, this proposal has been endorsed by many magical animal protection experts. These people proposed that racial equality is greater than heaven, and dementors should be given the right to be human.

Regarding the matter of 'human rights' in the magical world, many very ridiculous situations have happened.

The wizards had also tried to grant human rights to the Goblin, Fwop, elves, fairies, vixens and trolls. As a result, the wizards laughed at them. On this issue, the Ministry of Magic frequently made farces... "

Seeing that Harry and others seemed to be very interested in this matter, Clark emphasized it.

“For example, in the fourteenth century, there was a speaker of the Wizarding Council named Burdock Muldoon. When he convened a racial summit meeting in the wizarding world, he believed that people walking on two legs were ‘human beings’.

So the next day the goblins came with a group of chickens, ducks and geese, saying that they were also humans, and the biggest problem was that centaurs have four legs and mermaids have no legs. How to define this?

After he left office, his successor Alfreda Cragg had a new definition, speaking human language is a person.

As a result, the goblins came again the next day to cause trouble and brought a group of trolls with them. Although the trolls had low intelligence, they could speak some simple languages, so this explanation was also invalid.

It wasn't until 1811 that the most popular Minister of Magic, Grogan Stump, succeeded in defining what it meant to be human.

He believed that a 'man' was 'any creature with sufficient intelligence to understand the laws of magical society and to assume some of the responsibility for the formulation of those laws'.

Of course, there is an exception to this, and that is the ghost.

According to this definition, our Dementors actually obtained human rights thanks to the efforts of the Office of Intelligent Creatures of the Ministry of Magic.

At this point, the power of the dementors has been protected by law, and every wizard is required to respect their right to absorb human souls.

In order to better utilize the power of the Dementors to serve the Ministry of Magic, a genius Minister of Magic proposed to let them guard Azkaban. This would respect the power of the Dementors without infringing on the wizards. their safety.

I have to say that this is really a genius proposal, because this measure has caused the average life span of the prisoners in Azkaban Prison to never exceed ten years. "

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Clark's words made everyone present laugh, even Harry, who was not very happy, grinned.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

"I have to say that you are the most familiar with history among the little wizards I have ever met, and you are also the best at telling stories."

Professor Luping came back with a slap in the face. He paused when he entered, looked at everyone, and said with a smile: "Why don't you eat chocolate? I didn't poison it..."

Harry took a bite of the chocolate after hearing this, and was very surprised to feel a sudden surge of heat rushing to the tips of his toes and fingers, which made him feel much better.

"We'll be at Hogwarts in ten minutes," said Professor Lupin. "Are you okay, Harry?"

"It's okay," he whispered sheepishly.

Lupine looked at Clark again, "Honestly, if Professor Binns had half the language skills you had in class, I might have gotten an O in my History of Magic exam."

In a joking manner, he quickly closed the distance with the little wizards.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. Such an outstanding student, maybe I will click on your name more during class."

"Clark, Clark Prewett."

"Prewett? Are you Fabian's child?" Professor Lupine looked at Clark.

This was not what Clark expected.

"Do you know my father?" he asked, pretending to be surprised.

"Of course," the smile on Lupine's face disappeared and became much more solemn, "He is a very brave man. Like your uncle Gideon, we once studied in the same academy and fought side by side. Pass."

"Professor, are you also from Gryffindor House?" Clark asked knowingly.

When Harry and others heard this, they all looked very interested.

"Yes, I was studying in Gryffindor at the time," Professor Lupine smiled at them friendlyly, "It seems that you are also a group of little lions."

Harry and the others all laughed. This middle-aged uncle suddenly became much more friendly in their eyes. After all, he was an old senior from the same college.

During the rest of the journey, they chatted eagerly, with Harry telling some of the current situation at Hogwarts, and Lupine also sharing some campus stories about Clark and his parents when they were young.

But the happy time is always short-lived. Finally, the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, everyone got off the train, and the scene was chaotic.

There were all kinds of noisy shouts and frolics, accompanied by the chirping of pets.

It was freezing cold on the small platform, and the bone-chilling rain poured down, but this could not dampen the children's enthusiasm.

"First graders, this way!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Clark turned around to see Hagrid's huge figure at the other end of the platform, beckoning the frightened first-year students to come over and cross the lake in the traditional way.

That was the repertoire of the freshmen. As for them, of course they didn't need to do this. The carriage pulled by the Yeqi was quietly parked on the side of the road, waiting for them to ride.

Naturally, Clark, Hermione, and Neville were riding in the same car. The three of them sat in the carriage that smelled of musty and straw, and wandered past the gate guarded by dementors.

"Dementors are guarding the gate. This is the first time since the founding of Hogwarts." Clark couldn't help complaining, feeling the slightest chill on his skin.

Fortunately, these guys were standing at the gate and did not dare to take a step beyond the boundaries.

Finally, the carriage staggered to a stop. The three of them got out of the carriage, followed the large army, walked up the stone steps, passed through the majestic oak door, and entered the spacious and deep entrance hall.

The burning torches emitted orange-red light, completely dispelling the bad weather and the chill caused by the dementors, and all the little wizards had smiles on their faces.

However, just as Clark and the others were about to enter the brightly lit auditorium, a sudden voice stopped him.

"Potter, Granger, Longbottom, and Prewett! Come here!"

The four Clarks turned around in surprise and found that the one who called out to them was none other than Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher and dean of Gryffindor House.

Like all deans, she is a stern-looking witch with her hair tied into a tight bun and a pair of square glasses over her sharp eyes.

Clark and the others squeezed through the crowd and walked towards her. Harry's face was even more uneasy. For a student like him, Professor McGonagall's summons always made him feel that he had done something wrong.

"There's no need to be so nervous - I just want to talk to you in the office." She glanced at Harry lightly, and then said to Ron, "You can go to the Great Hall for the dinner first, Mr. Weasley. "

Ron's eyes widened as he watched Professor McGonagall leading Harry, Clark, Hermione and Neville away from the chattering and laughing crowd.

Several people walked through the foyer with Professor McGonagall, walked up the marble steps, and then walked along a corridor. Clark knew that at the end of the corridor was Professor McGonagall's office. He had been there several times before.

Professor McGonagall's office was small, but it had a warm and prosperous fire, which dispelled the coldness of the rainy day.

As soon as they walked in, Professor McGonagall motioned for the four of them to sit down, and she herself took a seat behind the desk, and then said suddenly: "Professor Lupin sent an owl in advance, saying that you were feeling unwell on the train. , Potter.”

Harry's face began to turn red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that the little boy was still a little embarrassed and thought that being stunned by a dementor was a very frustrating thing.

But before he could answer, he heard a gentle knock on the door, and then the school nurse, Madam Pomfrey, hurried in.

"I'm fine," he said awkwardly, "You don't need to be like this-"

"Oh, it's you!" Madam Pomfrey seemed not to have heard what he said, leaning over and looking at him carefully, "I think you must be doing something dangerous again, right?"

"It's a Dementor, Poppy." Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "It's on the train."

Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath and clucked like a hen.

"I knew it, station the dementors around the school," she muttered, pushing Harry's hair back and touching his forehead.

"Poor kid, he won't be the first one to break. Yeah, he's cold and wet. Those guys are horrible, what they do to someone who's already vulnerable—"

"I'm not fragile!" Harry said angrily.

"Of course you are not fragile." Madam Pomfrey said absently, feeling Harry's pulse and looking at the others, "But I suggest you stay in bed for a while, and maybe stay in the campus hospital for one night. For observation. By the way, are these three children also because of dementors? "

"I'm fine!" Harry said, standing up, unable to bear the thought of how Draco Malfoy would laugh at him if he was hospitalized.

"Well, at least, you should eat some chocolate, it will make you happier," Madam Pomfrey said, looking into Harry's eyes again.

"I've eaten some," Harry said quickly, "Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave the chocolates to us all, and I feel better now!"

"Really?" Madam Pomfrey said approvingly, "So we finally have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows the right medicine."

It seems that she is still very upset about Professor Lockhart's behavior last year.

"Are you really feeling okay, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"Yeah." Harry nodded wildly.

"Very good, then you can go to the dinner party first. I have something to explain to the others," Professor McGonagall said.

By the time Harry followed Madam Pomfrey out, there were only four people left in the office.

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