Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The colorful campus life is vividly displayed on the first day of school.

Whether it's Harry's ominous omen in the Divination class or Malfoy's brutal attack in the Care of Magical Creatures class, they have become hot topics among the young wizards.

However, there is no so-called protagonist in the real world, and no matter how exciting the news is, it is not worth mentioning in the face of time.

The heavy learning tasks made these children quickly forget about these news, as if they had never happened.

After all, if you have that time to gossip, you might as well have a handful of magic cards.

Just like that, the time came one Thursday morning.

Thanks to Clark's rescue in class, Malfoy did not tell his father about the attack, Hagrid was not blamed, and Buckbeak naturally did not need to be charged by the Ministry of Magic.

But this doesn't mean that Malfoy will be honest.

But while they were sitting at the Gryffindor table eating breakfast, Malfoy strutted into the Great Hall, his right arm still bandaged and hanging from a strap.

Harry thought he looked like a hero who had narrowly escaped death on the battlefield.

"How are you, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked with concern on her face, "Does it still hurt a lot?"

"Yes," Malfoy said, making a brave face. But Harry saw Pansy wink at Crabbe and Goyle even as he looked away.

"He was obviously fine then!" Harry said angrily.

"Pretending!" Ron added, and then asked, "He doesn't want to cause trouble for Hagrid, does he?"

Clark turned around and saw a nervous look on Hagrid's face sitting on the teacher's bench. It was obvious that he was frightened by Malfoy's words.

"It's been a few days, and he's already looking for trouble with Hagrid," Hermione analyzed. "I think he just wants to make people sick and corrupt Hagrid by pretending to be a weakling." Hagrid’s reputation and hit Hagrid from public opinion.”

Harry noticed that some students around him were frequently looking in the direction of Malfoy. Some of them even pointed at Hagrid after whispering to each other.

But Clark also has another view, "He's trying to force her to have a baby."

Clark bit off half the sausage in one bite,

"By establishing the image of himself as a victim, he coerced Hagrid, who was kind-hearted, into helping him with the dragon-raising course. Hagrid obviously fell into this trap, and this guy is actually smarter now."

However, Clark and the others had no better way to deal with this kind of thing. After all, the other party was really injured, and holding on to Malfoy would inevitably give people an aggressive and domineering feeling.

And next, Malfoy took advantage of his weakness to the extreme.

After they finished breakfast, they had to attend two Potions lessons with the Slytherin students to learn how to make the shrinking potion.

In class, Malfoy actually abandoned his two followers and placed the cauldron next to Harry and Ron's cauldron, so the three of them prepared ingredients on the same table.

"Sir," Malfoy shouted, "Sir, I need someone to help me cut the roots of these daisies, because my arms-"

"Weasley, you cut the root for Malfoy." Snape said without looking up.

Ron's face turned red, and he lowered his voice and said to Malfoy, "Your arm is fine at all."

It's a pity that Malfoy was not ashamed. Instead, he smiled proudly at the other end of the table, "Weasley, didn't you hear what Professor Snape said? Cut these roots quickly."

Ron grabbed the knife, dragged Malfoy's daisy root in front of him, and started cutting it randomly, with an angry look, as if what he was cutting was not some medicinal material, but Malfoy's fingers.

"Professor," Malfoy drawled, looking at the various sizes of materials, "Weasley cut the roots of my daisies."

Snape walked up to their table, looked down at the daisy roots from his hooked nose, and then smiled maliciously at Ron.

"You, change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir——"

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully cutting his own root into small, even pieces.

"Quick change," Snape said in his most aggressive voice.

Ron could only helplessly push his pile of beautifully cut daisy roots in front of Malfoy, and then pick up the knife again.

"And, Professor, this fig of mine needs to be peeled." Malfoy's voice was full of evil laughter.

"Potter, help Malfoy peel the figs."

Snape said, giving Harry a look of disgust.

Harry took Malfoy's shriveled fig, and Ron continued to cut into the messy pile of daisy roots that was now his own, and the two exchanged annoyed glances.

If they were both injured, Snape would not let Malfoy do the work for them.

No matter what mistakes Malfoy made in Snape's class, he would receive preferential treatment. After all, he was the dean of Slytherin House and usually favored the students of their house.

Harry peeled the fig in three strokes and threw it to Malfoy across the table without saying a word, which made Malfoy smile prouder than ever.

However, he was not someone to be trifled with. Looking at the proud Malfoy, Harry retorted: "Clark has seen through your little trick a long time ago. He knows that you want Hagrid to help you take a dragon-raising class." , I advise you to give up this idea."

Malfoy's face became very ugly, which also led to the entire Potions class that followed, where Harry and Ron were helping him cut potion ingredients.

Fortunately, both of them knew that people had to bow their heads when they were under the roof. They did so without saying a word and did not give Snape a chance to continue to attack, even though Malfoy provoked them several times.

However, this guy doesn't give up and always seizes any opportunity.

When Seamus Finnigan leaned over to borrow Harry's copper scale, he made some small talk, "Hey, Harry, did you hear that? This morning's Daily Prophet - they think someone saw it Sirius Black.\

,""Where?" Harry and Ron asked immediately.

At the other end of the table, Malfoy, who saw Harry's reaction, also raised his head and listened carefully.

"Not too far from here," Seamus seemed excited.

"It is said that a Muggle saw it. Of course, he didn't know the specific situation. The Muggle just thought he was an ordinary criminal, so he called the hotline.

Unfortunately, by the time the people from the Ministry of Magic got there, the guy who seemed to be Black was gone. "

"It's not too far from here..." Ron repeated the sentence, and then looked at Harry meaningfully.

At this moment, he noticed that Malfoy was also watching them attentively, and asked: "What's the matter, Malfoy? Is there anything else to skin?"

Malfoy's eyes flashed with evil. He stared at Harry intently, leaned across the table, and spoke in a low voice.

"Do you want to catch Black alone, Potter?"

"Yeah, that's right," Harry said without hesitation.

Gu Wei

Malfoy's thin lips twisted into a sinister smile.

"Yes, if it were me," he whispered, "I would definitely go out and find him."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron angrily.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy seemed to have noticed something, and his gray eyes narrowed.

"Know what?" Harry guessed that he said this deliberately to arouse his curiosity, but he still couldn't help asking.

Malfoy let out a low sneer and continued: "Maybe you don't want to risk your life and just want the dementors to deal with him, right? But if it were me, I would definitely take revenge. I would Go hunt him down yourself.”

"Just tell me if you have anything to say?" Harry said angrily.

Malfoy shook his head deliberately and pulled back.

Clark, who was sitting behind them, listened to the conversation and knew that Blake, who was worried about Harry, had already arrived.

It's a pity that this guy is still very vigilant now. Even if he knows that the other person may be hiding in the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade, he is afraid that he will not be able to contact him for the time being. After all, the guy is a dog and has a very sharp nose. .

Just as Clark was thinking about how to contact Black and make a deal with him, the Potions class was coming to an end.

They collected all the unused ingredients and then went to the stone basin in the corner to wash their hands and spoons.

Harry put his hands under the monster-shaped dripping mouth and asked Ron in a low voice: "What does Malfoy mean? Why should I seek revenge from Black? He hasn't done anything to me yet."

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Ron said angrily, "He's trying to trick you into doing stupid things..."

After cleaning up, they went upstairs to the hall together. Harry was still thinking about what Malfoy said, "Clark, Malfoy just said..."

He turned around, only to find that Clark and Hermione had disappeared, and only Neville was following them.

"Where did he go?" The two people stared at each other.

On the other side, Clark and Hermione, who sneaked away midway, found an empty room and used the converter to go back to two hours ago.

By the time the two of them finished their Muggle Studies class and returned to where they were, Harry and the others had already reached the top of the stairs, and other students were walking past them to go to the Great Hall for lunch.

"Hey, Hermione, how did you do this?" Ron said, frowning.

Hermione hurried upstairs, panting, clutching her school bag with one hand and seeming to be stuffing something under her robes with the other, Clark following behind her.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked after catching up with them.

"You were still behind us just now, and in the blink of an eye, you ran to the bottom of the stairs again." Harry looked at them curiously, "And Clark, you too, you two have been so weird lately."

He looked the two of them up and down suspiciously, "You... aren't you on a date?"

"What?" Hermione felt as if her face was getting hot and she quickly changed the subject, "Oh - let's go back to get something. Oh, no..."

Hermione's school bag suddenly tore a crack.

Harry was not surprised at all. He saw that Hermione had at least a dozen large books stuffed in her bag.

"What did you bring these books for?" Ron asked her.

"You know how many classes I have to take," Hermione said breathlessly, "Forget it, I'd better leave these books where you are."

Hermione turned around and handed the book in her hand to Clark. Ron saw the covers of her books, "But you don't have these classes today. We only have Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon."

"Yes, yes." Hermione responded vaguely, "I really hope there's something delicious for lunch. I'm starving."

After saying that, she pulled Clark away and walked towards the auditorium, leaving Harry and the others behind.

"Do you think Hermione is hiding something from us?" Ron asked Harry. ,

Harry nodded, "I think Clark is about the same."

The two of them turned their attention to Neville who was standing aside, and Neville shrugged his shoulders.

After lunch, they rushed to Professor Lupine's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

In Clark's opinion, this shabby-dressed Professor Lupine was actually the professor with a more correct work attitude in Hogwarts. Perhaps it was because of his difficult life that he cherished his job more.

In the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he was going to lead Clark and the others in a practical class.

Upon hearing the news, the students who were putting away their textbooks exchanged several curious looks with each other.

Unless one counts Lockhart's unforgettable lesson last year, this was their first practical lesson.

And Professor Luping's subsequent performance did not disappoint them.

Just like the original work, he first showed his hand to the children and punished Peeves a little, which attracted loud praise from the students.

Then he took the students to the staff room and introduced them to what they were going to face next-a Boggart.

"Okay, who can tell me, what is a Boggart?" But after Professor Snape left the staff room, Professor Lupine asked while standing next to a banging old wardrobe.

Several students were frightened by the violent movement and jumped back. They recalled the experience in Lockhart's class last year, and they all stared at the rattling cabinet door handle in fear.

"Don't worry," Professor Lupine said calmly, "Does anyone know?"

Hermione took the initiative to stand up.

"They are shape-shifting magical creatures that can see into people's hearts and transform into the things we fear most."

"That's a good answer. I think your name is Hermione. You are an honors student in Gryffindor. Other professors thought I mentioned you." Professor Lupine looked at her and said, and Hermione's face lit up with joy.

"Is there anything else you want to add?" Professor Lu Ping asked again.

"Boggarts like dark and closed spaces," Clark started. "The closet, the space under the bed, the cupboard under the sink, these places may have boggarts."

“In fact, they are not really dangerous, they are more like Peeves, they just want to scare people.

However, there are also legends that Boggarts are close relatives of the devil. They are infected by those evil breaths and will absorb the fear in people's hearts and become more and more powerful.

Even the Dementors are said to have been created by a certain dark wizard using the Boggart as a template and conducting evil black magic transformation experiments..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Professor Lupine.

"That's great. I can't say it more clearly. I think you must be Clark, who is number one in your grade. Ten points for Gryffindor!"