Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Hermione Granger had never felt so happy as she did today.

As a very smart girl, it is actually difficult for her to make good friends since she was a child. After all, when children of the same age are still discussing toys and beautiful clothes, she has already read the entire "Encyclopedia Britannica" .

This also made her very uncomfortable when communicating with those peers.

But this time is different. With his outstanding appearance comparable to that of the majority of readers, Clark successfully lowered the little girl's defensiveness. The rich knowledge and decent conversation also made Hermione feel good.

Anyway, she pulled Neville like this, sat down in Clark's compartment, and began to happily communicate with this new friend she met on the train

"Is your family wizards too? Do you know magic?

I've tried a few simple spells at home, just for practice, of course, but they all work.

No one in my family knew magic, so when I got the letter of admission I was astonished, but delighted, because, I mean, it was the best school of magic that I knew.

I have memorized all the textbooks, of course, I just hope this can be used..."

She finished these words in one breath, her tone was so fast and urgent that others couldn't get in her mouth at all.

If I were an ordinary person, I would have been annoyed by her chattering appearance long ago, but Clark always maintained a decent smile on his face, neither arrogant nor impetuous, just sitting there with his head tilted and listening quietly . From time to time, he would nod in agreement, without the slightest hint of impatience.

And his reaction made Hermione feel happier, and the more she talked, the happier she was. She just felt that she had endless topics to talk about with him.

Of course, our Miss Granger will never admit that just looking at Clark's face is already very pleasant, absolutely not!

As for Neville Longbottom, this poor kid, as a qualified tool man, after playing his usefulness, is currently huddling helplessly in a corner, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.

"My parents were both wizards, but they died a long time ago, so I live alone now, in an old castle not far from Fort William, with only one house-elf taking care of me."

"I'm sorry, Clark, I didn't know you..."

Hermione's eyes were full of pity, maybe it was because of Clark's tragic life experience, or maybe it was because both of his parents died, and there was only an old castle and an old servant who depended on each other.

Fortunately, Clark didn't care about this at all.

"It's okay, these things have passed anyway. But the scenery around Fort William is still very good, you can go there for vacation when you have time.

As for the spells, in fact, the children of wizard families don't know much, because premature exposure to and use of magic will have a bad influence on young wizards.

Of course, you can cast one or two spells on your own just by reading books, which is considered very powerful among students of the same level. "

His compliment brought a blush to Hermione's face.

But happy time is always short, and all journeys will have an end.

"I think we're almost there."

Clark glanced out the window and saw that the sky had already darkened, and under the violet night, the mountains and woods were no longer a blurry black shadow, but could be separated into layers. Obviously, the train seemed to be It's slowed down.

Hermione didn't react until she heard his words.

"Oh~ I seem to have delayed you for too long, I'm really sorry, Clark. You'd better change into your robe quickly, I'll go back first."

As she spoke, she stood up and brushed her hair behind her ears,

Smiling at Clark, she didn't remember Neville's existence until then, and pulled him out of the compartment together.

After Clark sent them out politely, he was relieved. After all, the little girl's enthusiasm is really hard to resist! Fortunately, he has an adult soul, so he can handle it easily.

He first closed the "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft" that was spread out on the table, and put it into the suitcase at his feet. Then he took off his coat and put on a well-fitting black robe over his shirt.

"In five minutes, the train will arrive at Hogwarts. Please leave your salutes on the train, and we will send you to school."

A soft voice echoed repeatedly on the train. Clark folded the jacket he had taken off and put it in the suitcase. Then he stood at the end of the aisle with his hands empty, waiting for the crowd in front to disperse.

The train slowed down, and finally stopped. The little wizards screamed excitedly, shoved and shoved in the aisle, rushed towards the door, and descended onto a dark and small platform.

After everyone got down, Clark came out of the carriage calmly.

In September, the temperature difference between day and night in the Scottish Highlands is huge, and the cold air at night is like a wandering ghost, causing many little wizards who don’t pay attention to keeping warm to shiver.

However, in front of Clark, it was a bit difficult to deal with the cold. His enchanted robe, which was custom-made in Madam Malkin's store, was worth eighteen Galleons. Not only was the style simple and elegant, but it was also waterproof and dustproof. , constant temperature and other functions, fully worthy of its expensive price.

Even though he was only wearing a shirt underneath, Clark felt his body was warm. The thin layer of magic fabric seemed to separate two worlds.

"First Years! First Years this way! Harry, this way, how are you?"

In the sea of ​​thousands of people, a lantern swayed in the air. Under the faint light, one could see a big man standing in front of the little wizards.

His face was almost completely concealed by long unkempt hair and a thick, tangled beard, but you could still see his black beetle-like eyes gleaming beneath the tangled hair.

Rubeus Hagrid!

The gamekeeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, the guide of the world of Harry Potter, and the publisher of the main mission of the first plot!

Clark recognized this highly recognizable half-blood giant at a glance. After all, with his height of more than four meters, he was no different from a "bear" among this group of little wizards, which was very eye-catching.

However, Clark didn't pay too much attention to him. Instead, he turned his attention to the boy who was by Hagrid's side.

With a thin body, messy black hair, wearing a pair of broken glasses, and a red-haired Weasley next to him, this should be the Boy Who Lived---Harry Potter!