Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Clark is a man of his word. Since he had promised Rita Sky at the beginning, he would not reveal her secrets as long as she was obedient.

The three of them sat on their seats, drinking butterbeer and looking at the people in the tavern.

They all seemed relaxed and happy.

Ernie MacMillan and Hannah Abbott were exchanging chocolate frog cards with people at the next table.

Ron and Harry are playing magic cards. There is a complete set of cards in the Three Broomsticks Tavern. As long as you spend money here, you can play as you like.

At the door of the tavern, Clark also saw Qiu Zhang and a large group of her Ravenclaw friends...

"Look, it's Hagrid!" Hermione said suddenly.

Clark turned around and saw Hagrid's huge, disheveled head suddenly appearing in the crowd.

Thank God, he finally stopped wearing his hair in a ponytail.

Clark was wondering why he hadn't seen such a big guy like Hagrid just now.

When he stood up, he found that Hagrid was lowering his body, talking to Professor Moody and Charlie Weasley.

In front of Hagrid was his usual large glass of beer, Charlie was drinking golden mead, and Moody was still holding the curved wine bottle he carried with him.

The beautiful proprietress Mrs. Rosmerta seemed dissatisfied with this. She glanced sideways at Moody while clearing away the glasses on the table next to her.

She probably thought Moody's behavior was an insult to her warm mead, but Clark knew otherwise.

This guy's flask is more likely to contain Polyjuice Potion.

Of course, his public statement was that an Auror would rather prepare his own food and drink at all times, because it was so easy for a dark wizard to poison an unattended cup.

As Clark looked at them, Hagrid, Charlie and Moody stood up and prepared to leave.

Clark didn't mean to say hello;

But Charlie seemed to have seen him, and he stopped, patted Hagrid on the back, and whispered something to him in a low voice.

Then the three people turned around together and walked towards Clark's table.

"How's it going, Clark?" Hagrid asked loudly, "Are you still worried about the competition?"

"Do you think I need that?" Clark smiled confidently, "No matter what it is, I am completely sure of it!"

His words immediately caused the young wizards of Hogwarts present to applaud.

For these children, modesty and caution are never things they need to consider. A person who is public, outgoing, and confident is more likely to be popular with them.

Moody limped around the table and grinned when he heard Clark's words, "Good boy, he has the same demeanor as I did back then."

From a few inches away, the missing chunk of his nose stood out.

"Thanks for the compliment, Professor," Clark said.

"However, no matter how powerful a wizard is, he must have two or three helpers." Moody glanced at Hermione and Neville. "No matter how confident you are about this competition, I think it is right to have more help."

Charlie also lowered his head and smiled at Clark, and said in a very low voice that only Clark could hear:

"Clark, at midnight today, go to Hagrid's hut to find him. He will show you something good."

Hagrid nodded aside, leaned down and said, "Remember to ask Harry to borrow the Invisibility Cloak."

Then he straightened up and said loudly and deliberately: "Nice to meet you, Hermione."

Then he winked at them and left, Charlie and Moody following him.

"What do they mean, are they planning to take you to see the content of the first competition event in the middle of the night?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

Clark nodded, "Dumbledore mentioned to me before that cheating is a repertoire of the Triwizard Tournament. I think the principals of several other schools will also open back doors for their students."

"Really?" Hermione was a little surprised, "But don't you know the content of the competition? I remember you said when you took us to the dragon farm last time, the first event is to deal with the fire dragon."

"That won't be easy, Clark." Neville reminded from the side, "Not to mention that they are huge and can spit dragon fire. The scales of the fire dragon alone are permeated with ancient magic. Only the most powerful spells can penetrate."

"Of course I know this," Clark comforted him, "Don't worry, I am sure of this competition. Don't forget, I am not an ordinary wizard."

After drinking butterbeer, they also returned to the castle.

The time came to half past eleven that night. Clark, who had gone to bed early, woke up on time, took the invisibility cloak he borrowed from Harry, and quietly walked through the common room and came downstairs.

There were several people in the common room, and Clark relied on the neglect effect of his psychic powers to slip past them and came to the portrait hole. He looked at his watch and waited for about a minute.

Hermione then opened the Fat Lady's portrait for him from the outside as originally planned.

Clark whispered a "Thank you!" before flashing past her and setting off through the castle.

At this time, the grounds outside the castle were dark, and Clark walked along the sloping lawn toward Hagrid's hut, where the light still shone through.

Beauxbatons' huge carriage was also brightly lit, and when Clark knocked on Hagrid's door, he could hear Madame Maxime talking in the carriage.

"You're here, Clark?" Hagrid whispered, opening the door and looking around to make sure no one was around.

"Yeah," Clark said, walking into the cabin, "When are we going to see those big guys?"

"You all know," Hagrid said, "Yes, Dumbledore should have told you, but Charlie thinks you should still get close contact with those guys. That is different from Norbert, they are adult fire dragons! "

Hagrid looked very excited.

He was dressed in a particularly special way tonight. There was a flower stuck in the buttonhole of his clothes, which looked like a very large artichoke.

There was no more machine grease on his head, but he must have spent a lot of time combing his hair - Clark could see the broken teeth of a comb in his hair.

"Follow me later, remember not to make any noise, and cover yourself with the invisibility cloak," Hagrid warned, "We don't take Fang with us, he won't like it..."

After saying that, he glanced out the window, opened the door of the cabin, and strode into the darkness.

Clark hurriedly followed, and he found that Hagrid was leading him towards Beauxbatons' carriage.

He walked up to the carriage and knocked three times on the door marked with two crossed golden wands.

Madame Maxime opened the door, a silk shawl wrapped around her broad shoulders, and when she saw Hagrid, she smiled and nodded to him.

"Ah, Hagrid...is it time?"

"Good evening, yes, it's time." Hagrid looked at her with the same smile, and at the same time stretched out a hand to help her down the golden steps.

Madame Maxime closed the door of the carriage, Hagrid handed her his arm, and together they walked around the edge of the temporary paddock towards the other side of the Forbidden Forest.

Clark was behind, jogging to keep up with them.

No, Mrs. Maxim didn't seem to understand Hagrid's purpose this time, so after a moment, she asked in a joking tone: "Where are you taking me, Hagrid?"

"You'll like it," Hagrid said gruffly. "It's worth seeing, trust me. But - don't tell anyone I took you to see it, okay? You're not supposed to know."

"Of course I won't say it." Madame Maxime said, her black and long eyelashes fluttering, as if she understood something.

They kept walking, Clark trotting after them.

One after another, several people walked a long way around the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Until the castle and the lake were no longer visible, Clark vaguely heard some movement.

Several men shouted loudly in front...and then there was a deafening shrill roar...

Hagrid led Mrs. Maxim around a lush bush and stopped.

Clark followed closely and stood with them - the next moment, for a brief moment, he thought he saw several bonfires, with several men jumping around the fire.

Immediately afterwards, he realized what those things were.

Fire dragon!

That's right, under the dim moonlight, four ferocious-looking adult fire dragons were locked in a field surrounded by thick wooden boards. They stood up with their hind legs supported, raised their heads and let out bursts of roars and huffing and puffing. breath.

Balls of blazing flames spurted out from their open, fanged mouths and shot into the dark night sky. From a distance, they looked like thick pillars of fire.

Hagrid and the others took a few more steps forward and were finally able to see the appearance of these fire dragons more clearly.

Among the four fire dragons.

A fire dragon was covered with silver-blue scales and had a pair of long, crescent-like sharp horns. It was angry and roaring at the wizard on the field, and sprayed light blue sparks from its mouth from time to time.

Apparently, this should be the Swedish Brachysaurus, a type of fire dragon native to Sweden.

Although they are medium-sized and often live in uninhabited areas in the wild, they are still one of the most dangerous fire dragons because of their fiery dragon flames that can instantly turn wood and bones into ashes.

The scales of a fire dragon are fine and smooth green, and it is smaller than the Swedish Brachysaurus. It is the smallest of the four fire dragons. It has only a pair of small curved horns on its head and a pointed mouth, like a bird's beak.

This is the British native fire dragon species - the Welsh Green Dragon, and it is also the least troublesome of all fire dragons.

Due to their size, they generally feed on small mammals such as sheep, and will actively avoid humans.

Of course, if you underestimate them because of this, then the flames spurting out from between the thin upper and lower jaws will let you know what they are.

There is also a fire dragon, its whole body covered with bright red smooth scales, its face with a lion's nose is surrounded by a circle of golden tassel-like spikes, its eyes are protruding, and it is spraying mushroom-shaped fire clouds into the air.

This should be the Chinese Fireball Dragon, a type of fire dragon native to China.

Unlike other dragons, although they are aggressive, they are more united. Sometimes, they are even willing to share a territory with one or two other fire dragons.

As for the last black dragon, just by looking at it, Clark knew that it must be the most ferocious and aggressive of the four fire dragons.

Nothing else, just because it is the largest among them, and has long sharp horns on its head, and its back and tail are covered with sharp spikes that are close to bronze in color.

These horns and spikes are enough to give it the upper hand in melee combat with its own kind, not to mention its sharp claws and thick hind legs.

"Hungarian Horntail!" Hagrid muttered to himself as he stared at the fire dragon that was closest to them and also the most violent. His eyes were full of obsession.

Yes, this is the Hungarian Horntail, the most dangerous of the fire dragons, and also the most vicious and aggressive fire dragon.

There were at least thirty wizards on the field at this time, and half of them were responsible for dealing with the Hungarian Horntail Dragon.

They struggled to subdue the four dragons by tugging at the chains, which were connected to the thick leather straps that tied the dragons' legs and necks.

Whenever these fire dragons struggle dissatisfiedly, they will pull the chain and make a clanging sound of metal.

Clark raised his head, and high up, he saw the eyes of the Hungarian Horntail Dragon.

Its pupils were vertical like a cat's eyes, and with telepathy, Clark could sense that its heart was filled with monstrous rage.

Obviously, being transported from his distant hometown to this cold place made him unhappy.

In contrast, the Welsh Green Dragon not far away struggled dissatisfiedly and began to fall asleep due to the cold weather.

"Stay there, Hagrid!" A wizard near the fence spotted Hagrid and Madam Maxime, and shouted loudly, while holding on to the chain in his hand tightly, "They can breathe fire. Out twenty feet, you know! I saw this Horntail spray out forty feet!"

As if to match what he said, the black dragon's eyes bulged and it made a terrible sound, a shrill and harsh wailing...

At the same time, a thick, lava-like cone-shaped dragon flame spurted out from its mouth, overwhelming Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim.

Although there was still a distance between them, Clark could guarantee that the flames with their rolling heat waves would definitely burn Hagrid and himself to charcoal.

Fortunately, Hagrid also has Madame Maxime by his side. This tall lady, since she can become the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she naturally has two skills.

When the dragon flames surged toward her, she just raised her thick right hand, and the gemstone ring on her index finger glowed with hazy light.

The next moment, the blazing dragon flames were like waves hitting a rock, blocked by a polyhedral transparent crystal wall that suddenly appeared in front of Hagrid and the others, and rushed helplessly to both sides.

It was only then that the wizard's reminder reached their ears.

"careful!"