Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Jingle Bell!"

As soon as the crisp alarm clock rang, a hand pressed it down.

In the darkness, Clark opened his eyes, glanced at the alarm clock, and found that it was already four o'clock in the morning.

He got up and got dressed, then woke Neville next door and they climbed out of the suitcase.

As they walked down the stairs, they happened to see Mrs. Weiss standing in front of Ron's door, ready to knock on the door.

"Ah, Clark, Neville, you are up, you are such a good boy," Mrs. Weasley praised, "Can you please help me wake up Ron and the others? I'm still cooking porridge in the kitchen downstairs. Woolen cloth."

After saying that, Mrs. Weasley turned around and ran down the stairs like "Winter, winter, winter."

Clark sighed helplessly, opened the door directly, and began to shake Harry and the others awake one by one.

"Wake up, Harry!"

"Hey, Ron, it's time to wake up!"

"George, the game is over!"

"Fred..."

Finally, with the unremitting efforts of Clark and Neville, Harry, Ron, and Weiss finally left the warm bed, yawned, stretched, and walked into the kitchen.

At this time, Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast, and a sweet smell was wafting in the kitchen. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, checking a large ticket made of parchment paper, and Sirius was giving it to him next to him. He helps.

As the boys entered the kitchen, Mr. Weasley raised his head, spread his arms, and showed off his clothes—

It was a top that looked like a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans. The pants were a bit too big for him, so he tied a cowhide belt around his waist.

"How about it?" he asked eagerly, "We should hide our identities when we go. Do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "pretty good."

"I'll just say it."

Mr. Weasley patted Sirius on the shoulder again, and then they realized that Sirius was also dressed in the same way, except that his top was changed into a beach shirt with a bright pattern printed on it.

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie and Percy?" George said, uncontrollably yawning again.

"They'll apparate," Mrs. Weasley said, setting the cauldron on the table and ladling the thick milk-oatmeal porridge into bowls, "so they can take a nap. "

"So, they're still sound asleep?" Fred said angrily, "Ah ha, that's really great."

"I can't help it, you are still under age," Mrs. Weislai said back to him, "Where did those two girls go?"

She turned and stormed out of the kitchen, and they heard her coming upstairs.

After a while, Mrs. Weasley strode back to the kitchen. Footsteps were heard from the passage behind her, and then Hermione and Ginny yawned and walked into the kitchen.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny sat down at the table sleepily.

"After all, we still have some way to go," Mr. Weasley replied.

"Walking?" Harry asked, "What, are we walking to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Oh, no, no, no, that's too far," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "and there is a risk of being discovered by Muggles on the way. We only need to walk a short distance and then rely on some props .”

While they were talking, Mrs. Weasley beside them suddenly shouted sharply, startling everyone.

"George!"

"What's the matter, Mom?" George raised his head, still chewing cereal in his mouth.

He pretended that nothing happened, but he couldn't fool anyone.

"What's in your pocket?"

"nothing!"

"Don't lie to me!"

Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Fly around!"

Some colorful gadgets popped out of George's pocket, all of them were joke props he was researching.

George stretched out his hand to grab it,

But there was no catch, and they jumped straight into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.

"Although I agree with you running a joke toy store, it doesn't mean that you can just carry these dangerous, unverified and unapproved things everywhere."

Mrs. Weasley raised the object in her hand and said angrily, "That's a crime!"

"Empty your pockets, come on, you two!"

George and Fred obviously wanted to smuggle these things out of the house, but at this moment Mrs. Weasley found them all.

"Fly around! Fly around! Fly around!"

Her flying charms were expertly used, and all kinds of prank props swished out of them from all sorts of unexpected places, including the lining of George's jacket and the cuffs of Fred's jeans.

On the table, a variety of Wesler's Wizard Wheezes products were piled higher and higher.

Everyone looked at these things dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

"Look at these things, are you planning to attack the Quidditch World Cup?"

Under Mrs. Weasley's angry gaze, George and Fred lowered their heads. No one in the kitchen dared to speak for them, including Clark.

All in all, when everyone finished breakfast and got ready to go, the atmosphere was not very friendly.

Mrs. Weasley kept a straight face as she kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek.

As for the twins, their attitude was even worse. They threw their rucksacks on their backs and walked out without saying a word.

"Goodbye, and have a good time," Mrs. Weasley called to the twins' departing figures, "and be on your best behavior."

But they neither looked back nor answered.

"I'll send Bill, Charlie and Percy on their way at noon," Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley.

At this time, Mr. Whistle and Sirius were guiding Harry, Ron, Clark, Hermione, Ginny and Neville across the dark courtyard, following George and Fred.

At around four o'clock in the morning at the end of August, the air in England was already very cold. Clark and his party tightened their cloaks and lined up in a long line, walking like ants on the raised hills.

In the sky, the bright moon was still shedding a cold light. Not far away, on the horizon to their right, a faint gray-green color was revealed, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching.

They walked along the slippery country road, carefully bypassing the village. The cold air made the boys sober, which made them speed up their pace greatly.

When everyone successfully passed through the village, the sky had become brighter, and the outline of the originally dark scene around them could gradually be seen clearly.

"Okay, let's climb to the top of the stoat mountain ahead, and we'll reach our destination."

Mr. Weasley pointed ahead to the large towering shadow behind the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole. "The Ministry of Magic has placed nearly two hundred door keys across the UK. The one closest to us is , it should be right there.”

"Portkey, what is that?" Harry asked Sirius curiously.

"The Portkey is a magic item. As long as you touch it, you can quickly teleport from one place to another. If necessary, you can teleport a large number of people at one time." Sirius answered.

"Is it something like the Floo Network?" Harry continued to ask.

Sirius was about to nod, but Clark said: "No, these two are different."

“The first condition of the Floo Network is to have a stove and a flame. Its principle is to use a special secret realm of fire as a transfer station to connect the fireplaces of British wizards together to form a transportation network.

Therefore, if you want to use the Floo Network, you must first go to the Floo Network Management Bureau under the Department of Magical Transport of the Ministry of Magic to apply for registration. Professionals will come to your home to help establish a contract between your fireplace and the Flame Realm.

Among them, the floo powder mined from the secret realm of fire is just a ticket for verification. This is why, for thousands of years, those who have tried to be 'self-sufficient' on floo powder have not succeeded. reason. "

"Hahaha, who would try to imitate that thing?" George and Fred on the side laughed loudly after hearing Clark's words, "That thing is two Sickles a spoonful, and the price has remained the same for a hundred years. It's completely There is no profit at all.”

Clark glanced at them.

"There are so many stupid people. Every year, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries reports one or two cases of trauma caused by 'pseudo-floo powder'.

In other words, there are still a lot of fools out there who like to throw homemade powder into the fire and blow themselves out of the chimney. "

The twin brothers, including Ginny and Neville, chuckled when they heard this.

"Where's the portkey...what kind of...thing is it?"

At this time, they had begun to climb Stoat Mountain, and their feet occasionally tripped over hidden rabbit holes or slipped on the dark, sticky grass blades, which made Harry hesitate to ask questions.

"Ah, portkeys usually come in all kinds of shapes, such as old leather boots, empty cans, deflated basketballs... there are all kinds of things," Mr. Weasley said. "Of course, they are all seemingly inconspicuous things. That way Muggles won't pick them up and play with them... they'll think they were thrown away by someone else..."

"Yes, the most important thing about the door key is the magic spell cast on it. It is a contract summoning magic similar to the flying spell. Compared to that, it doesn't matter what the carrier of the door key is."

Clark added, but Harry couldn't speak at this point. He now felt a stinging pain in his chest with every breath he took.

He found that it had been a long time since he had done any physical activity of this intensity. Even if it was a Quidditch match, he would still be sitting on a broom.

Compared with him, Clark and Neville on the side seemed to be the most relaxed of all. Their strong bodies allowed them to walk on flat ground even on slopes.

As for Hermione and Ginny, the two girls could easily keep up with the large army, and their speed was not slow. I don't know if they used some magical spells.

Fortunately, when Harry felt that his legs were gradually unable to move, he finally found that his feet were on flat ground.

"Huh..." Mr. Weasley took off his glasses, wiped them with his jersey, and said breathlessly, "Yes, we arrived on time...there are still ten minutes..."

Ron was the last one to reach the top of the mountain. Once there, he braced his knees and bent down.

"Now, we need to find the door key," Mr. Weasley said, putting on his glasses, squinting and searching the ground carefully. "It won't be big... look for it quickly..."

Everyone dispersed and searched separately.

However, they had only been searching for two or three minutes when a shout broke through the quiet night sky.

"Here it is, Arthur! Come here, son, we found it!"

On the other side of the mountain top, the twinkling stars in the night sky set off two tall figures.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley smiled and strode toward the man who called him.

When everyone else came closer, they saw Mr. Weasley shaking hands with a middle-aged wizard with a short brown beard and a red face.

The man's other hand was holding something, like a moldy old boot.

"Come on, let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. This is his son Cedric. I think you all know each other, right?"

"Of course..." George and Fred replied with smiles, "He is Wood's lifelong enemy."

Cedric Diggory was about seventeen years old, a very handsome brown-haired boy, tall and thin, with two touches of plateau red on his face like his father.

George, Fred and others knew him because he was the captain and seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team, and he was Harry's old rival in the Hogwarts Quidditch game. .

"Hi, hello." Cedric turned to look at everyone with a sunny smile on his face.

Everyone said "Hi", and then Cedric's father said a few polite words to Mr. Weasley, and then looked kindly at the three Weasley brothers, Clark, Hermione and others around him.

"Arthur, are these your children? You are really amazing!" Mr. Diggory praised with a smile.

"Oh, no, it's the red-haired one," Mr. Weissley pointed out his children one by one. "This is my nephew Clark Prewett."

"Ah, Mr. Prewett, I know that I helped him handle many of the procedures for the dragon farm." Amos Diggory smiled and shook Clark's hand.

"Yes, I would like to thank Mr. Diggory for his help last time." Clark also said with a smile.

"This is Neville, this is Hermione, they are friends of my son Ron," Mr. Weasley continued to introduce, "This is Harry, also a friend of Ron -"

"Oh, my God," cried Amos Diggory, his eyes widening in surprise, "Harry? That Harry Potter?"

"Yes, it's that Potter!" Mr. Weasley smiled happily.

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