Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Clark Prewett!"

"Bruce Stewart."

At the guest table, after all the hustle and bustle fell silent, Professor Dumbledore straightened up and shouted again.

Facing the current complicated situation, he didn't show much surprise or doubt on his face, as if everything was within his expectation.

"Clark! And Mr. Stewart, please come up here!"

Without being urged by anyone, Clark got up, smiled, and walked down the passage between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.

Although hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on him along the way, the pressure of being stared at by everyone was like a breeze blowing on his face to him, which was not worth mentioning at all.

And he has the same performance as Bruce Stewart.

The transfer student from Inflawmorny also stood up from Slytherin's long table, and walked along the aisle expressionlessly, almost walking in front of Dumbledore with Clark.

Seeing the two standing side by side, the buzzing of discussions became louder and louder.

The eyes of the teachers were also on them, and what seemed to be an hour passed before Dumbledore said, "Okay... go through that door, both of you."

The two walked along the teaching staff table, the noise behind them finally subsided, and Dumbledore seemed to be comforting everyone.

"Okay, now our warriors have been selected.

I know I can count on all of you, including Beauxbatons and the rest of Durmstrang, to give your all to support your warriors.

By rooting for the Warriors, you're also doing a lot for this event—"

Dumbledore's voice faded away behind him, and Clark and Bruce walked through the door one after the other.

After leaving the auditorium, they found themselves in a small room with portraits of wizards on the walls on both sides.

In the fireplace opposite them a fire was burning brightly.

The faces in the portraits all turned to look at him as he entered.

He saw a crumpled witch whoosh out of her frame and into the frame next to a wizard with a walrus beard.

The wrinkled witch began to whisper to him.

Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour were gathered around the fire.

Against the backdrop of the flames, the impression of these two figures is particularly strong.

Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, hunched over and meditating.

When the two of Clark walked in, he looked up, "What's wrong? Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

He thought that the two of Clark came in to pass on a message, and Clark and Bruce didn't speak, they just chose a corner and stood quietly.

Fleur Delacour turned her head at this moment and shook her long silver hair like a waterfall.

She seemed to have guessed something, and looked at Clark curiously.

But before she could speak, there was another rush of footsteps outside the door.

The next moment, Ludo Bagman walked into the room first.

"It's so bizarre!" He muttered in a low voice as soon as he entered, "You two, please allow me to introduce—even though it seems incredible—this is the Hogwarts warrior of the Triwizard Tournament!"

Ludo Bagman pointed at Clark, Viktor Krum straightened up and looked Clark up and down, with a gloomy expression on his mighty face.

Fleur Delacour shook her long hair, smiled, and said, "Oh, it seems that I guessed right, you can make big news everywhere."

"Yeah," Bagman couldn't help echoing her, "Clark's name just spewed out from the Goblet of Fire, as a Hogwarts warrior, he broke through the time screening barrier set by Dumbledore .”

Krum's thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

"So what, he didn't play by the rules," he told Bagman haughtily, "he can't play.

"

"Yeah... that's really surprising."

Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and smiled at Clark.

"However, you also know that age restrictions were only introduced this year as an extra security measure.

Now that his name is sprayed out of the goblet...I mean, I don't think getting cold feet is allowed now that we've gotten to this point...the rules are very clear and you must follow...Clark will do his best Maximum effort--"

The door behind them was pushed open again, and a large group of people rushed in:

Professor Dumbledore, followed by Mr. Crouch, Professor Karkaroff, Mrs. Maxime, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape.

Before Professor McGonagall closed the door, Clark heard the buzzing of hundreds of students in the auditorium next door.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur walked towards her principal immediately, "They said that this 'little boy' would also participate in the competition!"

Clark was sure that the girl must have done it on purpose.

Madame Maxime straightened her burly and tall body, her handsome head touched the chandelier full of candles, and her huge chest in black satin heaved violently.

"What the hell does that mean, Dumbledore?" she said haughtily. "It's not the way we've discussed it."

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore," Karkaroff said with a cold smile on his face, and his blue eyes were as cold as ice cubes. "Why did he break through that age limit?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Clark very impolitely with his hand.

Faced with this situation, even though Clark had the best temper, he couldn't help but sneered.

"Principal Karkaroff, since I can stand here, it proves that I am strong enough to cross that line.

And since the Goblet of Fire has chosen me, it proves that I am the most suitable among all the applicants for Hogwarts. This is irrefutable! "

"But it's not fair!" said Madame Maxime, resting her large hand on Fleur's shoulder with its many gorgeous jeweled rings.

"Hehe!" Karkaroff sneered even more, "In our impression, your age boundary is absolutely capable of excluding competitors who are underage, Dumbledore."

There was still a cold smile on his face, and the chill in his eyes deepened, "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

"I also agree with this statement," Clark snapped back unceremoniously, "In that case, how about Durmstrang removing Krum and replacing him with a better junior student?"

Karkaroff was so choked that he couldn't speak. He was just bad, not stupid.

How could it be possible for lower grade students to be as strong as Krum.

Bagman hurriedly smoothed things over, "How about that? Once the Goblet of Fire selects someone, it cannot be changed."

However, Clark was not willing to let Karkaroff go.

"Yes, why not, this Goblet of Fire belongs to our family, it's not easy to change the candidate——

What, don't want to?

If you think that lower grade students are inferior to higher grade students, then why don't you want me to participate? After all, as a Hogwarts warrior, you should have an advantage.

Or do you think this big man is not as strong as me and will lose to me? "

"I don't know what to say!" Karkaroff snorted coldly. "Dumbledore, you heard it just now. He said that he can control the Goblet of Fire to change the contestants. I suspect that there is a serious secret operation in it."

"Thank you for your concern, Karkaroff." Dumbledore said decisively. Under the strong pressure, Karkaroff obediently closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed maliciously.

Professor Dumbledore looked down at Clark, and Clark looked back at him.

"Have you cast your name into the Goblet of Fire, Clark?" he asked calmly.

"Yes!" Clark replied clearly, "I put my name into the Goblet of Fire with my own hands. I didn't ask some older classmates to help me, nor did I use any aging potion."

He was well aware that everyone was watching him closely, but he didn't care.

"Oh, he must be lying!" exclaimed Madame Maxime. Snape shook his head, pursing his lips.

"Then how did you cross that age line?" Professor McGonagall asked sharply, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes, "I think everyone wants to know this very much—"

"Dumbledore's line must be wrong." Madam Maxime said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Of course, that's also possible," said Dumbledore politely.

"Professor Dumbledore will not make such a mistake," Clark said very calmly, "I have passed the age line step by step. As for the method, it is also very simple. I just really added two years to myself. 'Time' is all."

"How dare you..." Professor McGonagall covered his mouth in shock, "How could you do such a stupid thing!"

All the adult wizards present understood what he meant. Since the line is used to detect the concentration of "time" on a person, then it would be good to use time to speed up the props and really make yourself a few years older.

And this kind of precious time prop Clark also happens to have one now, that is, the little golden hourglass that appeared in Clark's hands after the dragon farm returned to the material world and became a secret realm a few months ago.

It's just that this method also has a drawback. Unlike the virtual age changed by the aging potion, the age increased by this method is actually added to a person.

In other words, Clark has really increased his age by two years, becoming 17 years old, and it is still irreversible, and there is no chance of regretting it.

Even if he can use that time prop to regress his appearance and body for two years and become younger, the elapsed time will not come back.

Such an operation is nothing more than deception, adding another two years to one's age.

"Two years, it's not worth it, silly boy!" Professor McGonagall hugged Clark sadly. Compared with the so-called honor, she still cared more about her students' bodies.

The two principals who were planning to embarrass Clark at the side were also speechless. Since the other party has spent two years of "time" as the price, they have nothing to blame.

We all know that an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but a thousand galleons cannot buy two years of time.

Although the final prize of this competition is not only a thousand gold Galleons, but it is still too much of a disadvantage to exchange two years for the right to participate once.

"It's okay, professor, I still have more time in the future." Clark patted Professor McGonagall's hand and said softly.

Yes, only two years.

The difference in vision determines that everyone's logic of doing things will be different.

For these wizards, two years may be precious, but for a person who aspires to become a god, time is the least valuable.

As long as he raises the throne above the starry sky, he will have countless hours to squander in the future.

Now that he is young, what he needs more is strength, strength, or his M strength!

Therefore, he is bound to win the Triwizard Tournament this time, because unlike in the original book, with his promotion, today's Triwizard Tournament is not just a Triwizard Tournament.

And it was two years, but Clark actually only spent a year and a half. After all, he used the time-turner many times when he was in the third grade last year.

The time rewinded by that thing is also counted in the "time" accumulated by a person.

The only problem now, perhaps, is that with the accumulation of "time" and his growing age, the pressure on the soul brought by the godhead fragments of [God of Knowledge] has also reached its limit.

But this is not without a solution, as long as he wins the Triwizard Tournament and obtains the [Holy Grail], the problem will definitely be solved.

"We must abide by the charter!"

Mr. Crouch, who had been silent by the side, set the tone for the matter.

He stood outside the light of the fire, with half of his face hidden in shadow, which made him look odd, and that half of the shadow made him look much older, almost like a skeleton.

But when he spoke, his voice was as harsh as ever.

"It is clearly stipulated in the charter that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the competition of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Hey, Batty has memorized the regulations by heart." Bagman smiled, and looked back at Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim, as if the matter had been satisfactorily resolved.

After he finished speaking, there was another extremely tense silence.

But the silence of Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim actually represented their acquiescence in this matter.

As Clark said, for both schools, Hogwarts sent a fifth-year student to the competition, far more reassuring than sending a seventh-year student.

It's just that they vaguely felt something was wrong in their hearts, but at this moment, they couldn't say why.

Among the people present, apart from Dumbledore, maybe only Fleur Delacour knew that Clark, the "little boy" in the fifth grade, was more difficult to deal with than those seventh grade students.

She had seen it with her own eyes before, how this guy turned his hands into clouds and rained his hands, and helped her senior sister "Black and White Witch" Ku Yinla regain the title of Earl.

But she couldn't say that she was afraid of a "little boy", so she could only open her mouth and change the topic in another direction.

"Mr. Bagman, what's the situation with this guy?"

She pointed to Bruce Stewart, who had been standing in the shadow of the corner since she came in just now, as if invisible.

"Don't tell me that Hogwarts has two warriors participating in the competition."