Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Click!"

The bedroom door opened from the inside, and Clark and Neville, who were sleeping in their clothes, walked out directly.

Next door to them, Hermione was in the same state. Only Ginny was rubbing her eyes sleepily, obviously she had just fallen asleep.

"What - what happened?" she asked.

"I don't know." Clark tilted his ears and listened carefully to what was going on outside.

It was already late at night, and the sounds in the camp changed. The cheerful singing stopped. He vaguely heard screams and the sound of people running in panic.

At this time, there was a knock on the wooden door of the hut, Clark waved his hand, and Neville and Hermione put their hands on their weapons and prepared themselves very alertly.

Ginny was also infected by their tense atmosphere, and the last bit of sleepiness completely disappeared.

"who?"

Relying on the psychic power of [Global Vision], Clark had already seen Mr. Weislai standing outside the door, but he still asked.

"It's me," Mr. Weasley said, "come out quickly, there are special circumstances!"

Clark opened the door, and Mr. Weiss was standing outside the door. He was wearing pajamas and a denim jacket. He got up in a hurry and didn't even have time to change his clothes.

"Quick, call Hermione and Ginny and come over here."

Clark obeyed the instructions, led Hermione and the others out of the cabin, turned around, restored it to its suitcase form, and took it in his hand.

When they arrived at Weiss's tent, by the light of the fire, they saw the wizards running towards the woods one after another, as if they were avoiding something moving towards them in a certain camp.

The thing shone strangely and made a sound like a gun.

At the same time, some loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts also moved towards them.

Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around it.

I saw a group of wizards gathering together tightly at this moment. Everyone pointed their wands upward and moved forward together, slowly moving on the field.

Clark squinted his eyes and looked carefully. These people had hoods on their heads, masks on their faces, and a layer of magic fluctuations covering their bodies.

His [Telepathy] and [Global Vision] wanted to penetrate that layer of magic fluctuations, but they seemed to have penetrated into a layer of magic fog. Everything inside was hazy and could not be seen clearly at all.

Obviously, these people have made a full set of preparations to prevent others from seeing their true identities.

As for the reason why they did this, it was just because there were four struggling figures floating above their heads.

These four poor guys were twisted into various weird shapes, just like puppets controlled by the masked wizards on the ground.

It was clear that these nasty guys had launched an attack on these four individuals.

Not only that, as time goes by and under the cover of darkness at night, more wizards choose to indulge themselves and join the advancing team.

These scum laughed loudly and pointed at the bodies floating above.

As the parade grew, more tents were collapsed.

Once or twice, Clark saw a marcher lighting a tent on the roadside with his wand.

The fire spread to several surrounding tents in an instant, and the screams became louder.

But when the few floating people passed by the burning tent and were suddenly illuminated by the fire, Clark recognized one of them as Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, and the other three seemed to be his wife and children.

A marcher below waved her wand and knocked Mrs. Roberts upside down.

Mrs. Roberts's nightgown fell down to reveal a mass of garish panties as she struggled to cover herself as the crowd below screamed and hooted with delight.

"That's disgusting." Ron muttered, looking at the youngest Muggle child - the child began to spin like a top in mid-air sixty feet above the ground, his head suddenly tilting this way.

Suddenly he turned to that side and said, "It's so outrageous..."

Neville put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes filled with anger, as if he would rush forward at any moment.

For a Gryffindor, this kind of bullying behavior is really hard to forgive.

Just then, Bill, Charlie and Percy emerged from the boys' tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and wands in their hands.

"We need to help the ministry maintain order!"

Mr. Westley's voice drowned out the noise. He rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "Sirius, you take these children - go into the woods first, walk together, don't separate. Wait for something to happen." I’ll come back to you after it’s resolved!”

Bill, Charlie and Percy were already running towards the oncoming parade, and Mr. Weissley hurried after them.

The staff of the ministry also rushed to the scene of the accident from all directions. It was really a headache for such a vicious incident to happen when all foreign friends were present.

"Let's go."

Sirius, who stayed behind, followed Mr. Weissley's instructions, took Ginny's hand and dragged her towards the woods.

Harry, Ron, George and Fred followed.

When they got into the woods, they all turned and looked behind them, and saw that the team below the Roberts family was even larger than before.

Facing the increasingly serious situation, the wizards in the ministry desperately tried to rush in and approach the hooded wizards in the middle, but they encountered great resistance.

It seemed that they didn't dare to cast any magic for fear of causing the Roberts family to fall.

"Come on, the Ministry of Magic will solve this problem." Sirius urged again.

Harry was about to follow the large group, but suddenly found that Clark, Hermione and Neville did not follow.

He quickly looked back again——

The colored lights that had illuminated the path to the gymnasium were now extinguished, leaving only a few dark figures stumbling in the woods.

The children were crying, and nervous and anxious shouts and voices echoed in the cold night air around them, but Clark and the others were nowhere to be seen.

The three Clarks and they were dispersed by the crowd!

"Clark! Hermione! Neville -" Harry shouted anxiously, but no one responded to him in the dark night. Instead, the cries of the children became louder.

"Go! Harry!" After seeing Harry stop, Ron pulled him and continued running forward.

"Wait a minute, Clark and the others haven't caught up yet!"

Harry wanted to grab Ron, but the crowd around him pushed him around, and he could only be pushed forward without any resistance.

At the same time, at the scene of the riot, the three Clarks were watching quietly.

As the saying goes, when big things happen, you should be calmer. At this time, Clark and the others were actually more calm.

"When are we going?"

Neville put his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, looking at the movement not far away, a little eager to try.

Hermione also took out her magic book, which was thicker than a brick, and controlled it to float in front of her.

Although the two of them had fought and taken risks before, this was the first time that they faced a chaotic situation like today, and the three of them acted together at the same time.

Clark waved his hand and used [Psychic Link] to connect himself and his two companions, and then shouted in his heart, "Now that you are ready, let's give these bully bastards and scum a little taste!"

Upon hearing this, Neville pulled out his sword without saying a word and was the first to rush forward.

The cold sword reflected the cold light under the firelight, just like Neville's attitude towards these evil people.

At this time, in the center of the riot, the staff of the Ministry of Magic were surrounding the troublemakers.

It's just that the staff of the Ministry of Magic, including Mr. Weasley, are a little timid.

They did not use various powerful spells, but waved their wands, wandered around the edge of the battlefield, and emitted various magical lights to slow down and stop the progress of the parade, as if looking for opportunities. Save those muggles floating above.

In this case, Neville, who was charging with his sword in the crowd, looked particularly ridiculous.

Some hooded dark wizards obviously saw this and also laughed at the child who rushed over.

They waved the wands in their hands, and vicious magic light shot out from the tip of the wand, hitting the charging figure directly.

"Neville, be careful!"

Mr. Weasley on the side saw this scene and hurriedly twisted his wrist to help Neville block the blow, but his opponent's wand flicked, interrupting his spellcasting.

It's a pity that they all seemed to underestimate this child. His small body clearly contained huge energy.

Colorful lights flashed on his body, like a colorful spherical crystal cover, which was when various magic shields began to take effect on him.

[Increase resistance], [Shield], [Resist energy damage]...

The dark magic beam hit him like waves hitting the rocks on the seaside, and exploded into a ball of sparks, but it was unable to harm Neville at all.

He just held the sword, withstood the magic bombardment, and rushed in front of the dark wizards.

This can make those careless guys panic. After all, anyone who sees a sharp sword coming towards their forehead or neck will find it difficult to remain calm.

Some hooded wizards have even begun to recite more evil spells, preparing to teach the boy in front of him a lesson.

However, at this moment, a dark sphere that seemed to swallow up all the light, and then the dim night, projected from a short distance and fell into the middle of this group of people.

The next moment, the black ball expanded, forming a huge semicircular black curtain, covering the hooded wizards and the manipulated Muggle family.

Of course, this also includes Neville.

When the Ministry of Magic staff gathered outside saw this scene, they were frightened and took a few steps back, thinking that someone had cast some weird black magic.

But they soon discovered that there was nothing dangerous about this black hemispherical cover. At most, it limited the field of vision and made people's eyes dark.

Yes, this is the third-ring spell that Hermione cast - [Black Light Spell].

[Black Light]: A 3rd-level spell of the evocation system.

Casting cost: 50 magic points

Duration: 2 hours/level (can be released in advance)

Casting Materials: 1 ounce obsidian powder

Effect: Creates a completely dark area with a radius of 10 meters that cannot be seen through, but you can see normally in this area.

Within the scope of the [Black Light Technique], everyone's vision was completely deprived. Their eyes were dark, and only various familiar and unfamiliar voices surrounded them.

In this environment, there is one person who does not seem to be affected.

Relying on Clark's [Psychic Link] ability, he shared Hermione's vision as a spellcaster. Under the shroud of [Black Light], he could still see the surrounding scene.

So the next battle was very simple. When the enemies were watching their surroundings in fear, the agile Neville was able to knock them to the ground easily.

Even if occasionally one or two guys can react without seeing anything, when a wizard faces a close warrior, the result is self-evident.

Therefore, by the time the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic hurried over through Apparition, the Roberts family had already been rescued by the Ministry of Magic staff and were undergoing treatment and memory erasure.

As for the hooded wizards who were making trouble, all of them had fallen to the ground, completely losing the ability to resist, and were being guarded by Neville, Charlie and Bill.

"Young man, was it you who took care of them all by yourself?" Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Command who came over to take over these guys, looked at Neville curiously and asked.

Neville nodded, "It's not just me, but also my friends. They also provided help."

Rufus Scrimgeour, who looked like an old lion, smiled, "It seems you are still a small team."

He was joking with Clark and the other three when, at this moment, there was a loud noise from deep in the woods on the other side of the camp, like a bomb being dropped.

Then, a huge thing with green light appeared in the dark night sky.

It suddenly jumped up to the treetops and flew into the sky.

It eventually turned into a huge skull, composed of countless turquoise star-like things, with a large python emerging from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

Under the gaze of everyone, the skull rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, set off by the dark night sky, like a newly rising constellation.

"Oh no, it's the Dark Mark!"

Hermione, who had always been calm, felt her voice tremble a little after seeing this huge green pattern.

As for the Aurors, they didn't even care about the prisoners at the scene and immediately ran towards the place where the green smoke flew out.

Clark and Hermione looked at each other and quickly caught up with the Aurors and disappeared into the dark woods.