Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Brian, Deputy Director of the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, actually didn't speak loudly, but it still reached the ears of everyone present.

Including those wizard tourists who have just been on the verge of death.

"What, he made us like this?"

"It turns out it was all his fault!"

"This damn guy, I thought he was a good person and a great hero, but it turned out that everything was his fault.???"

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The wizards who had recovered from the fear were talking in low voices, converging into a noisy and harsh voice. Some of them couldn't control their emotions and thought they had been deceived. They even chose to glare at Clark. . ???

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense due to this change.

"Deputy Director Brian, the specific circumstances of this matter still need to be investigated!?"

Minister Fukichi's face became particularly ugly, and he emphasized the word "deputy director" very hard. ?

However, Deputy Director Bryan seemed completely unaware of the commotion he had caused. A formulaic and hypocritical smile appeared on his young face, but there was no trace of smile in his weathered pupils.

"Ah, Minister, I know, so we just asked him and his little girlfriend to go back and investigate." Brian's words did not make Fudge's face look any better.

Clark looked at him, and then at the Deputy Director of the Department of Mysteries who was standing aside with a fake smile on his face. He had several thoughts in his mind, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

At this time, Deputy Director Bryan seemed to have no intention of giving up after embarrassing Clark.

"Ah, by the way, in order to prevent another accident, Mr. Prewett, unfortunately, we have to take back the time turner in the hands of you and your friends first."

"Brian!"

McGonagall seemed to be somewhat familiar with the deputy director, and couldn't help but help Clark argue with him about the time turner, saying that Clark was really a model student.

Seeing Professor McGonagall speaking, the smile on Brian's face seemed to become a little more sincere, but he still smiled and said nothing and would never let go.

"Dean, we are not saying that Mr. Prewett is not a good student, but you have to understand our difficulties.

You know, there aren't many of these left even in the Department of Mysteries.

We have to make sure they are safe. "

"and……"

Seeing Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied expression, Brian said something meaningful.

"This young gentleman has violated the rules... According to what I learned before coming here, during our limited monitoring, we found that Mr. Prewett used the time turner a little unexpectedly frequently... This There are several things that don’t match up with the weekly usage diary you reported to me..."

He looked at Clark and said: "Being curious about time is admirable, but it is also extremely dangerous..."

Upon hearing this, Professor McGonagall glared at Clark fiercely, then turned serious and stopped talking.

Clark narrowed his eyes and looked at the deputy director who seemed determined not to give up until he got the time turner. He also smiled and handed him the two time turners wrapped around his wrist.

Among them, the time turner that still contains the Sands of Time belongs to Hermione, and the other empty time turner belongs to Clark.

Brian saw the empty hourglass, and the smile on his lips became wider. The expressions on the faces of Professor McGonagall, Minister Fudge and others also became a bit uglier.

"Mr. Prewett, I remember that there should be three to four hours of Sands of Time in this time turner that belongs to you..."

Brian raised the empty time turner in front of his eyes so that everyone could see it more clearly.

However, before he could continue, Principal Dumbledore, who had been silent next to him, suddenly spoke while playing with the wand in his hand.

"I think the most important thing right now is to evacuate all the tourists in this small world first, are you right, Connelly?"

Cornelius Fudge was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and nodded in agreement.

Brian was interrupted by this and couldn't continue talking. After all, he might not give it to the minister and Professor McGonagall, but Dumbledore...

But he was willing to give up, and Clark was no pushover.

If a small deputy director of the Department of Mysteries dares to disgrace him in public, if he doesn't force him back, people may think that he is the only orphan left in the Prewett family to be bullied.

So Clark didn't care about Brian's attitude just now, and said directly to Fudge: "Minister, just now in the dragon farm, a group of werewolves attacked us, especially the alchemy tools used by them, which are very similar to those of American wizards. Handwriting..."

Since you don't want to make it easy for me, I won't make it easy for you either.

Combining his knowledge of Fudge, Clark had already seen that this guy was a very poor politician.

If I had to make a metaphor, it would be Yuan Shao in the Three Kingdoms - tough but timid, scheming but never decisive; he cherishes his life when doing big things, and forgets his life when he sees small gains.

With his intelligence, he could certainly tell that Brian seemed to have some trouble with Fudge for some reason, so even though he knew that Clark and Fudge had a good relationship, he still stepped forward to give him eye drops.

But even though Fudge accepted his political donation and the personal relationship between the two parties was not bad, he still sat on the sidelines and did not contribute.

Whether it was because he was worried about Dumbledore, wanted to weaken the academy, or had other special considerations, Clark was not allowed to deliberately indulge Brian.

So he deliberately involved the American wizarding world.

As the British Minister of Magic, once this attack involves other countries, especially American wizards, one of the top powers in the world, the nature of the matter will completely change.

The scope of the matter is so wide, the impact is so great, and the people involved are so complex, it is definitely not something that a few of them can solve with just their words.

People like Fudge don't have the courage or ability to solve this matter. If he doesn't want to offend the MACUSA and cause bigger problems, he can only suppress this matter.

really……

"Oh, Clark, Dumbledore is right. The most important thing right now is to deal with the scene first. We can wait until we get back to the Ministry to discuss this. You agree, Albus!"

Fudge's face no longer looked away this time, but changed to a look of horror. His eyes were wide open, and his right hand seemed to want to lift up and cover Clark's mouth tightly.

Brian seemed to be taken aback by his bold statement, and he couldn't help but want to scold him, but was stopped by the quick-sighted Fudge.

Then the Minister of Magic turned his pleading eyes to Dumbledore.

It's a pity that he made a mistake again this time. Perhaps he thought that everyone was like him, that they would consider the so-called overall situation, weigh the pros and cons, and would not dare to conflict with the increasingly powerful American wizarding community.

But who is Dumbledore? He really underestimated the old principal, his firm belief in his own path, and his "love" for the children and this school!

This is just like when Yuan Shao thought that everyone was eyeing the country and the country of the Han Dynasty, he did not expect that there would be a guy like Cao Cao who wanted to carve the words "Tomb of Cao Hou, the former general of the Han Dynasty who conquered the west" on his tombstone after his death. The words are the same.

Dumbledore cannot allow anyone to try to harm the students of Hogwarts to disrupt their plans and interfere with their development. This is absolutely unforgivable.

So Fudge saw Dumbledore in a rage for the first time, and Clark finally understood why the British wizarding community did not maintain a certain degree of influence despite the overall rise of the United States, like their Muggle counterparts.

"Connelly, this matter is not a trivial matter!"

At this time, Dumbledore's eyes were burning. Yes, this is not an adjective. There was really a blue light emerging from his eyes, emitting an indescribable power that people could even feel. , the aura of power that enveloped him.

At the same time, along with his angry voice, thunder sounded in the sky of the small world at the right time, and thick dark clouds gathered above his head, flashing with tiny electric lights.

Facing Dumbledore in this state, Fudge had to take half a step back.

"Hey, Albus, of course I know this is no small matter, but since the matter is serious, we can't act rashly."

Dumbledore seemed to have listened to his words, and began to gradually gather back the powerful power leaked out of anger.

But Clark didn't intend to end like this, so he continued, "Fortunately, with the help of the time turner, all those werewolves were subdued by me and my friends, and no child was harmed."

Seeing that Clark was not ready to give up, Fudge could only hold Brian while pinching his nose and praising: "That's great, Clark, you are so good, and the use of the time turner is also justified. .”

He just wanted the little guy in front of him to shut up quickly, so no matter what Clark said, he nodded in appreciation.

Fortunately, Clark was mainly targeting Brian and did not really want to break up with Fudge, the Minister of Magic, so he waved his hand casually after the other party gave in.

Neville on the side saw his actions and instantly understood what he meant, and quickly went down to ask someone to bring the captured werewolves over.

"It's Greyback, the evil werewolf leader!"

"And those few..."

Someone in the crowd of onlookers recognized the first corpse they carried. Although his internal organs and brain had been burned away by Neville's dragon flames, his strong vitality still allowed him to maintain his appearance.

After knowing that this was the infamous werewolf leader, some wizard parents present quickly hugged their children tightly in their arms.

These guys were particularly frightened when they thought that their children were at risk of being bitten by a werewolf. At the same time, their perception of Clark and others who defeated the werewolf changed drastically, and their hearts changed from complaining to being grateful.

At least the incident that Clark caused was excusable.

"Clark, since these werewolves have been captured, I think it's better to take them back to the Ministry of Magic first and let's interrogate them."

Fudge leaned close to Clark and whispered.

"Ah, don't worry, this is all your fault. You will definitely not escape. However, this matter will have a very bad impact on the school and the dragon farm. You see..."

Clark glanced at him and suddenly laughed, which made Fudge grin in embarrassment.

"Of course, Minister, you have said so, so I have to give you face no matter what. Don't worry, I will cooperate with the ministry's investigation."

"That's good, that's good..."

Fudge raised his right hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

At his signal, the Ministry of Magic employees who came with him quickly stepped forward and captured all the werewolves, whether they were dead or alive.

After taking control of the scene, they also began to guide the wizard tourists to leave the dilapidated Fire Dragon Park in an orderly manner through the space gate.

"Hey, why is it sunny again?" Neville was standing not far from the gate, watching tourists passing by one after another. He suddenly looked up at the sky and asked Clark curiously.

As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional, but the listener is intentional. Professor Flitwick next to them glanced at the sky when he heard this, and then his eyes widened, as if he had seen some incredible scene.

Clark noticed that Brian, who was not far away, seemed to have heard their conversation, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes. With a thought in his heart, he also looked towards the sky.

I saw that in the sky of this small world, the dark clouds that had just gathered because of Principal Dumbledore's anger had disappeared at this moment, revealing the sun hanging high in the western sky behind me.

Wait, sun! Still hanging in the west sky.

Clark immediately discovered the difference. The sun hanging in the sky of this dragon farm was not a real sun, but an alchemical item constructed by magic, similar to an electric lamp.

It was designed by the wizard to adjust its brightness according to the rise and fall of the sun outside.

At the same time, this huge space opened up by the traceless stretching spell and magic circle does not have natural phenomena such as wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Whether it is wind or rain, it is simulated by wizards using magic.

So this entire dragon farm, to put it bluntly, is actually just a huge magic greenhouse. It's just more intelligent, larger in area, and more magical.

But now, it seems to be a little different. Not only does it have a sun that can change its position, but it can also generate various meteorological environments according to the environment. This seems...

"Clark, this seems to be the one you told me about before, that...that 'secret realm' is very similar." Hermione pulled his sleeve and whispered.

The little Professor Flitwick jumped up excitedly.

"Yes! Yes! The secret place, Miss Granger, this is exactly a secret place!"