Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Latest website: If anyone in Hogwarts has changed the most, it is undoubtedly Hermione.

Although Neville has become very good now, he has always been unknown before. Even though he has changed a lot, he has always looked mature and steady, and there is not much difference in the impression.

But Hermione was different.

Compared with the "Miss Know-It-All" in the original work who has outstanding academic performance but loves to preach, she seems a bit aggressive.

Today's Hermione, even though her academic performance is even better, is much calmer and restrained in her speech and behavior.

Perhaps because of changing professions and getting rid of the influence of Chaos Magic, Hermione, as a [Mage], is truly a wise caster.

She learned to control her emotions, which is an important trait of smart people.

People often praise a person for his high emotional intelligence and his ability to speak, but in fact, few people know that the so-called "high emotional intelligence" actually refers to a person's ability to manage his or her emotions.

The reason why many people speak poorly and make people uncomfortable is actually not because they don't know how to speak, but because they can't control their emotions and let negative emotions affect their minds, causing them to blurt out inappropriate words.

At this point, the chaotic magic of wizards often plays a role in exacerbating this situation.

After all, although the enhancement of perceptual thinking can improve empathy, imagination, and appeal, it will also reduce the ability to control and calm thinking.

But Hermione, who has changed her job to a [Mage], is no longer troubled by this. Faced with Ron and Harry's unruly behavior, she is now able to completely detach herself from them and approach them from a more detached perspective. Let’s look at this matter.

She could predict the consequences of Harry's actions, and at the same time she could predict that her own advice would not change anything. After weighing the pros and cons and finding that doing so would not gain anything and would instead make people annoying, she would naturally not Doing such a thankless thing.

Such a calm thought process only took a few seconds in Hermione's mind.

And things developed just as she expected. The last class the next morning was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Harry had already made up his mind to ask Professor McGonagall after class.

Can he go to Hogsmeade with other students?

As a result, before class, a small incident suddenly disrupted Harry's thoughts.

Lavender Brown, a female Gryffindor student, has been crying because her rabbit was bitten to death by a fox.

The reason why this incident made such a fuss is because some young wizards suddenly remembered the prediction made by Professor Trelawney to Lavender Brown in the first divination class of the school year.

As Hermione stood by to comfort the girl, Lavender said bitterly, "I should have known better! Do you know what day it is?"

"Well--"

"October 16th! 'The thing you fear most will happen on October 16th!' Remember? She is right, she is right!"

At this time, the whole class gathered around Lavender, Seamus shook his head seriously, Hermione hesitated, and finally did not try to refute Professor Trelawney's prophecy, after all, the other party was sad.

"Oh," said Hermione, "I'm sorry for you, Lavender, it's so unfortunate."

After saying this, she suddenly understood another function of divination and prophecy, which was to give people some spiritual comfort.

After all, blaming all accidents on such illusory things as "fate" may make some people feel better.

The chaos caused by Lavender Brown temporarily came to an end with the arrival of Professor McGonagall, but Harry had been absent-minded throughout the entire class.

Because he suddenly remembered that if Professor Trelawney's prediction about Lavender Brown was true, then what he saw was ominous...

When the bell rang for get out of class, the upset Harry hadn't figured out how to communicate with Professor McGonagall, but she brought up the topic of Hogsmeade first.

"Please wait a moment!" Professor McGonagall shouted as the students stood up to leave. "Before Halloween, you have to give me the permission form to go to Hogsmeade. If you don't hand in the form, you can't go. Don't forget it! "

The little wizards smiled happily when they heard this, and Ron lowered his voice and said to Harry, "Go and ask her."

"Oh, but—" Harry hesitated.

"Come on, Harry," Ron said stubbornly.

Harry waited until almost all the students in the class had left before he anxiously walked towards Professor McGonagall's podium.

"What is it, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath, "Professor, my aunt and uncle - uh - they forgot to sign my form."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry over her square glasses and said nothing, but this in itself put great pressure on Harry.

"So - uh - do you think it's possible - I mean - for me to go to Hogsmeade?" Harry said hesitantly.

Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes and began to organize the lecture notes on the table.

"I'm afraid that won't work, Potter." Her words were like a gust of cold wind, chilling Harry's heart. "You heard what I just said. You can't go without a watch. That's the rule."

"But - Professor, my aunt and uncle - you know, they're Muggles, they don't really understand - don't understand things like the forms that Hogwarts gives out."

Harry was still trying to struggle, and Ron nodded desperately to encourage him, "If you say I can go -"

"But I won't tell you," Professor McGonagall said, standing up. "The form clearly states that it must be signed by a parent or your guardian."

She turned to look at Harry, still with that businesslike expression on her face, "I'm sorry, Potter, but this has to be the way it is. You'd better hurry up or you'll be late for your next class."

Hermione and Clark watched all the communication between Harry and Professor McGonagall. Of course, she would not say something like "Look, I told you so", but when Ron saw Hermione standing aside, Minshi was still embarrassed and angry.

Every student in the class was talking loudly and happily about what to do first in Hogsmeade, but Harry could only listen.

"There's still a party," Ron said, trying to cheer Harry up. "You know, there will be a lot of delicious food at the Halloween party."

"Yeah," Harry said glumly, "That's great."

The banquet before Halloween was nice, but if he could go to the banquet after having a fun day in Hogsmeade like everyone else, the experience might be even better.

The comfort from others didn't make Harry feel any better.

Dean Thomas was very good with pens and offered to help him sign the form by imitating Uncle Vernon's handwriting, but Harry had already told Professor McGonagall that he did not sign, so this method would not work.

Ron half-seriously suggested using an invisibility cloak, but Clark broke Harry's fantasy, "Those dementors don't just exist in our real world. As magical creatures with soul attributes, they also They can travel through the cracks of the underworld, so the invisibility cloak cannot hide them.”

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And Percy's words of comfort were probably the least effective.

"They hyped up Hogsmeade, but let me tell you, Harry, it's not that good at all." He said seriously, "Yeah, the candy shop is pretty good, but Zuko's Joke Shop is dangerous. .Oh, by the way, the Screaming Shack is worth a visit..."

It would have been better not to say this, which made Harry feel even worse.

It was the morning before Halloween. Harry woke up with other classmates and went downstairs for breakfast. He was very depressed, but he tried to act as normal as possible.

"We'll bring you lots of sweets from Honeydukes," said Ron, who seemed terribly sorry for Harry.

"Yes, bring a lot back." Neville nodded, and then asked: "By the way, have you seen Clark?"

"He said he wasn't going to Hogsmeade today," Hermione explained. "He had other things to do."

Harry accompanied them to the entrance hall, where Mr. Filch, the caretaker, stood at the door, checking a long list, eyeing each face warily to prevent anyone from slipping out who shouldn't be out.

"Staying here, Potter?" Malfoy shouted mockingly. He, Crabbe and Goyle lined up in the queue. "Don't you dare to pass those dementors?"

Harry ignored him and watched Ron and others disappear, then walked up the marble stairs alone, walked through the empty corridor, and prepared to return to Gryffindor's tower.

But when he walked in front of the fat lady and was about to wake up the kind lady, the portrait bounced from the inside out, and the next moment, Harry saw Clark emerging from the lounge.

"Hey Harry, I almost forgot, you're still in school."

Harry nodded listlessly. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Clark said nothing more, said hello and turned around to leave.

However, before he had gone far, Harry, who had slipped into the lounge, suddenly ran out and caught up with him.

"Wait for me! Clark." Harry shouted from behind.

Clark stopped and turned to look at him with a smile on his lips, "Are the juniors and juniors in the lounge too enthusiastic?"

Harry nodded awkwardly. It turned out that the lounge was full of chattering first and second-year students as they followed the senior students to Hogsmeade.

Especially Colin Creevey and Ginny Weasley were also there. These two little guys admired Harry very much. Harry was afraid of being entangled in chatting with them, so he found another reason and ran away again. come out.

"Where are you going?" Harry changed the subject.

Clark said as he walked: "Let's go to the Forbidden Forest. It's been more than a month since Charlie came to school. I've been very busy before and haven't had the chance to see him. Do you want to go with him?"

Harry thought that Charlie was the professor of dragon breeding at this time, and to see him was to go to the dragon farm, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

The two of them walked down the stairs, but unexpectedly they bumped into Filch. He had apparently just seen off the last group of classmates going to Hogsmeade.

"What are you doing?" Filch asked roughly, suspiciously.

"Nothing." Harry said honestly.

Clark glanced at Filch, "We're going to the dragon farm. What's the matter, Argus?"

When Filch heard Clark speak, he immediately stepped aside and bowed down respectfully, "No, no, Master Clark, please."

As one of the trustees of Hogwarts, Clark still has some cards to play.

Clark nodded and disappeared from his sight with Harry.

However, the two of them had just descended the stairs and were walking down another corridor when a voice came from a room: "Harry?"

Harry quickly turned around to see who was speaking, and found Professor Lupin standing at the door of the office, looking around.

"Professor!" "Professor!"

"What are you doing?" Lupine also saw Clark, "Where are Ron and Hermione?"

"In Hogsmeade," Harry said, trying to sound casual.

"Ah." Lupine looked at Harry and Clark for a while, "Why don't you come in? I just received a Grindylow for the next class."

"A what?" Harry asked.

"A kind of water monster." Clark gave the answer.

The two of them followed Lupine into the office. As soon as they entered, they found a large water tank standing in the corner of the office.

Inside the transparent water tank, a disgusting green monster with sharp horns was pressing its face against the glass, making various grimaces while constantly stretching and flexing its long and thin fingers.

"It is said that there is a water monster that lives in the lakes of Britain and England, and only children over 10 years old are allowed to believe in it.

But in fact, this kind of magical creatures can be seen in many places in the world, but they are called differently in different places. For example, the Japanese Onmyoji call them kappa ghosts. "

Clark looked at Grindylow thoughtfully and said:

"In fact, they are all transformed from the ghosts of the dead who died in rivers and lakes in vain, combined with the unique terrain and energy.

Of course, that was their original origin. Most of today's Grindylows were transformed through magical transformation after dark wizards discovered them. "

Lupine clapped his hands, causing Grindylow to bar his green teeth, and then buried himself in a tangled pile of water plants in the corner of the tank.

"If it hadn't been for class yet, I would have definitely given you ten points." Lu Ping praised, "You are the most knowledgeable little wizard I have ever seen."

Facing the teacher's praise, Clark smiled calmly.

"Then what do you think about us teaching it in the next class? I heard that Hagrid's teaching has improved a lot, all thanks to your guidance." Lu Ping asked again.

Clark waved his hands repeatedly, "I don't want to be a guide. I just gave some small suggestions."

"The level of teaching you in selecting materials has always been very good. Although Grindylow is a kind of undead creature, it is not difficult to deal with them, especially after we have learned how to deal with Kabbah.

Grindylow's fingers are long and powerful. Because of their resentment, what they like to do most is to hide by the water and then pull people passing by into the water.

But their strongest point is also their weakest point. Those surprisingly long fingers are actually brittle. "

Lupine nodded with satisfaction, and the three of them sat down together.

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