Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"I don't know what you're talking about, Clark."

Light footsteps sounded again and gradually approached, and soon, a thin figure stood in front of Clark.

There is a huge old camera hanging on his slender neck. He looks young and his face is very childish. It is Colin, a second-year Gryffindor student and the full-time photographer of "Hogwarts School Magazine". Creevey.

"Didn't you ask me to quickly develop the photos of the Quidditch match that I took today so that they can be used in the next school magazine?"

Colin Creevey glanced at Clark curiously and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Clark stared at his childish face carefully for a long time, until he saw the other person twisting his body uneasily, and then motioned for him to sit down.

"I did ask Colin to develop the photos," Clark pushed the tea in front of him, "but he would never come back so late."

"There are a lot of photos... so I delayed it for a while... I -" Colin Creevey twisted uncomfortably and continued to explain.

However, at this moment, Clark suddenly changed the topic.

"Did you know that Polyjuice Potion is magical and can transform a person into another person from the inside out, but it cannot change a person's soul.

Therefore, polyjuice potion often has no effect when faced with a spiritual master who is proficient in mental magic such as Legilimency - Sirius Black! "

"Colin Creevey" was like a frightened bird, his thin body jumped directly from the sofa, rushed out with a "whoosh", and arrived at the exit of the Gryffindor common room in the blink of an eye.

When he saw that the door to the common room was still ajar, he felt happy and rushed out, and then——

boom!

It's like hitting a solid wall, no!

He just hit a solid wall!

"Colin Creevey's" face came into close contact with the wall of the lounge, leaving bright red blood stains on the wall. Even Clark felt pain when he saw that tragic look.

And just in front of him, not far to the left, the rest door was ajar, like a big mouth, making a silent mockery of him.

"Colin Creevey" lay on the floor for a while before standing up unsteadily.

This time, looking at the ajar door in front of him, he didn't dare to hit it directly again after suffering a loss.

He turned around and stared at the little wizard behind him who was sitting on the sofa, leisurely sipping black tea. The broken nose was in unbearable pain, which made the childish face of "Colin Creevey" distorted. And funny.

"If I were you, I'd put the wand away, Mr. Black."

Clark put down his tea cup and suggested to the "Colin Creevey" in front of him.

However, "Colin Creevey" didn't seem to believe his words. He still put his right hand in his pocket and leaned against the wall behind him.

Such an action completely confirmed his identity, using the polyjuice potion to transform into Colin Creevey and break into the Gryffindor common room - Sirius Black!

Blake felt his back leaning against a solid wall, and this sense of reliability made his tense spirit relax a little.

At least this way I won't be attacked from behind or attacked from behind.

But before he could move towards the side lounge door, Blake saw a playful smile on the face of the little wizard sitting on the sofa opposite.

This smile was very familiar to Black, it was the look on James' face whenever he wanted to play tricks on Snape.

Blake's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled the wand out of his pocket, but it was still a step too late. The reliable touch behind him disappeared immediately the moment Clark smiled.

Blake, who leaned his entire body weight on the wall behind him, lost his balance in an instant. He fell backwards defenselessly and rolled out of the door of the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey, look out, kid!"

The fat lady who was awakened complained dissatisfiedly. She had no idea that the embarrassed young man in front of her was none other than Sirius Black, who had scratched her portrait not long ago.

Blake, who fell to the ground, struggled for a while before he stood up. However, when he turned around and wanted to leave quickly, his steps stopped again.

"Hey, let me tell you, do you want to go in?"

The fat lady who had just woken up asked angrily again. Blake was holding Colin's back and hesitated in front of the door for a long time. His face was sometimes green and sometimes white, but he couldn't make the decision to leave and couldn't move his legs out. .

No one else, just because he heard Clark's last words when he rolled out of the Gryffindor common room just now.

"I know the whereabouts of that rat."

These words sealed the fate of Sirius Black. In the end, he turned around and got into the doorway under the dissatisfied gaze of the Fat Lady.

"I know who you are, Clark Prewett, heir to the Prewett family."

As soon as he entered the room, Blake said deliberately viciously, but he was still like Colin at this moment, and his childish appearance could not fully express the words "ferocious".

So much so that in Clark's opinion, these words were not as intimidating as the wand held in Blake's hand.

"Oh, it seems that you are sure of your investigation."

Clark smiled indifferently, "But you are wrong. I am not the heir of the Prewett family. I am the patriarch of the Prewett family!"

Black's face became more solemn. The little wizard in front of him gave him the feeling that he was the grandfather Arcturus who controlled everything in the family when he was a child.

The wily grandfather who was awarded the First Class Order of Merlin by lending a large amount of gold to the Ministry of Magic always had the same smile on his face as the little wizard.

So even if the little wizard opposite didn't have a wand in his hand, Black didn't dare to be careless at all.

"You seem to be afraid of me?"

Clark's eyes were very vicious, or his telepathy was very sharp, so as soon as he spoke, Blake retorted: "Afraid of you, what am I afraid of? I am a murderer with a huge bounty on the Ministry of Magic's head!"

He took a few steps forward fiercely and asked, "Quickly, tell me, where is that mouse?"

"Since you want to ask for help from others, you should have the attitude of asking for help from others," Clark's tone was neither soft nor hard, "Come over and sit down first, let's talk -"

"Everyone is petrified!" Clark waved his hand, and the level 4 psychic power [Domination] instantly took over Blake's body——

There was nothing I could do about it. Before Clark could finish speaking, Sirius suddenly burst out and rushed towards him.

Clark had no choice but to wave his hand, temporarily immobilizing him, and Sirius fell hard to the ground.

Clark waved his hand again, and the telekinesis released by [Controlling Small Objects] lifted Sirius lightly and landed on the sofa next to him.

"Actually, I don't want to hurt you or exchange you for a bounty, Mr. Black.

Otherwise, the person waiting for you in the lounge right now will not be me, but the professors. "

Clark waved his hand and removed the [Domination Spell] from Sirius.

"After all, we are also members of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clan. I think we can still reach a deal."

"Silent and wandless casting?" Sirius was shocked by the method Clark used. "This is not something a third-year wizard can do!"

He began to have doubts about Clark's identity, and even thought that Clark might have used Polyjuice Potion to disguise himself as a child just like him.

What is the purpose of such a dangerous person hiding next to Harry?

Blake's expression became more serious, "Who the hell are you?"

"You actually asked about me." Clark said with a smile.

"Times are improving, Mr. Black. I am me, Clark Prewett. If you don't believe me, you can wait and see if my 'Polyjuice Potion' will fail."

Blake relaxed a little, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

After seeing Clark's strength, he finally knew that the other party was not a little wizard who could be manipulated by him, and began to talk to Clark on an equal footing.

"I know some things related to you, so I think I might be able to help you and help you complete your revenge."

Clark's words made Blake's breathing quicken, but he still remained calm.

"Help me?!" Blake had a sneer on his face.

"I don't think so. I've been collecting information about you since I escaped from Azkaban. I know you.

The business genius of the Prewett family, the greedy hound, and the corpse hunter... you have a great reputation! "

"Thank you for the compliment."

In the face of Blake's ridicule, Clark was not ashamed but proud, which made Blake feel like his punch had hit cotton.

"But I'm very strange. We don't seem to be related. Why did you specifically target me after escaping from prison? It seems that we have never met, right? Did you escape from Azkaban just to find me?"

Sirius Black reached into his robes, pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothed it out and handed it to him.

That was a photo of the Ron family that appeared in the Daily Prophet last summer, including Clark.

Blake pointed at the mouse Scabbers held in Clark's hand and said, "Didn't you lead me out?"

As a Gryffindor, Black was reckless but not stupid.

On the contrary, he is actually very smart, otherwise he would not secretly complete the illegal Animagus with James Potter without anyone's guidance.

So after experiencing the initial panic, Blake quickly discovered something unreasonable.

Why was such a cautious person like Peter Pettigrew suddenly exposed in the newspapers?

If you come here so late, why would this guy wait for you in advance?

Why, when he was about to leave, did he say he knew the whereabouts of the mouse and was very sure that he would not leave?

All of this, all the clues are connected like pearls, all pointing to the same answer, that is - from the beginning, this little bastard has been using Peter Pettigrew to lure him out.

Clark did not deny Black's accusations.

"Yes, I know, it is Wormtail - Peter Pettigrew, and like you, he is also an illegal Animagus."

"He told you?! Where is he? Give him to me, I will kill him!" Blake suddenly became excited, but sat back obediently under Clark's threatening gaze.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Black," Clark reassured him, "Yes, this mouse was originally in Ron's house."

"It's the red-haired family in the photo. He is a pet in the hands of this family's youngest son, Ron. Ron happens to be Harry's good friend, and the two of them live in the same dormitory."

Clark saw the corners of Blake's mouth twitch, but he controlled his emotions well.

That was good, so Clark changed the subject.

"But after getting a new owl as a pet, Ron handed the mouse over to me as a prop for me to test my magic."

Now, half of Blake's face twitched.

“While experimenting with magic on mice, I discovered his secret.

Well, it's interesting that a hero in everyone's eyes is hiding in a wizard's house disguised as a pet rat. What is it afraid of? What is it avoiding? "

Clark raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"What are you looking for when you come to Hogwarts? Are you really trying to kill Harry? I have doubts about the news released by the Ministry of Magic."

"Me? How could I kill Harry? He is James's child. Those damn idiots from the Ministry of Magic! James and Lily are my good friends. I have never betrayed them. I have not!

It's Peter! It's that mouse! He is a liar, a coward, a coward, and he betrayed our trust! "

Sirius shouted sharply.

"Hey, don't get excited, Mr. Black, I believe you."

Clark comforted him.

"No one can tell lies under the control of veritaserum and magic, so I am talking to you here instead of arresting you to the Ministry of Magic to collect the reward."

"Veritaserum!" Blake frowned subconsciously.

When Clark saw this, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, but it didn't show on his face, he just said.

"Since you have known me in advance, you should know that although I, Clark, have taken advantage of others when it comes to transactions, I have always been an upright person."

Blake was silent, he knew that Clark was right.

Although the family was defeated and he was a fugitive, that didn't mean that Black didn't have his own sources.

According to the information he collected, although the boy in front of him was as greedy as a Slytherin and as shrewd as a Ravenclaw, he was still a Gryffindor.

Their family's business provided jobs for a large number of poor squibs. Although Black also looked down upon those squibs, this at least proved that this Clark Prewett was not a cold-blooded person.

"what do you want?"

Facing the sincere Clark, Sirius Black finally spoke.