Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Although he was almost burnt to char by the dragon's flames, Hagrid still looked at the huge figure not far away and spoke softly.

Clark, who was hiding behind him, shook his head helplessly when he saw the scene in front of him.

On the other side, the wizard who was controlling the fire dragon shouted loudly, "It's useless! Recite the coma spell, count to three, and recite it together!"

As he spoke, each dragon tamer drew his or her wand.

"Collapse!"

They shouted in unison, and dozens of stun spells shot into the dark night sky like rockets. The sparks burst out like showers and fell on the thick scaly skin of the four dragons.

After all, he was a professional. Clark saw that after being hit by the stun spell, the Hungarian Horntail closest to them was standing precariously on its hind legs.

Its mouth opened wide, like a yawn, and it let out a silent roar. At the same time, the flames in its nostrils suddenly went out, and only wisps of green smoke came out.

Then, very slowly, it fell.

This giant dragon weighing several tons, with a strong body and black scales, fell to the ground with a crash, causing the trees behind Clark to tremble.

Seeing that the matter was resolved, the dragon tamers put down their wands and walked towards the fire dragons lying on the ground. Each dragon was like a hill, and the dragon tamers were the climbers.

They hurriedly tightened the chains and moved the four fire dragons into four huge iron cages. The four legs of the iron cages were made of iron and were nailed deeply into the ground by magic.

"Want to take a closer look?" Hagrid asked Mrs. Maxim excitedly.

They both walked toward the fence, Clark following.

The wizard who just warned Hagrid not to get close turned around and was none other than Charlie Weasley, the dragon-raising professor at Hogwarts.

"How's it going, Hagrid?"

Charlie panted heavily and came over to talk to them. At the same time, his eyes kept glancing behind them, as if he was looking for something.

Clark lifted a corner of the invisibility cloak in time, revealing his face. After Charlie saw it, he felt relieved.

“They should be fine now, we gave them sleeping pills.

These big guys were asleep all the way here, and I thought they would feel better if they woke up in the quiet dark night.

But, as you can see, they are not happy, not happy at all——"

"Yes, they look very angry. They must have suffered a lot along the way."

As Hagrid spoke, he stared at the Hungarian Horntail closest to him with an almost adoring look in his eyes.

The big black dragon's eyes were still slightly open, and Clark could see a thin, cruel yellow light shining under its wrinkled black eyelids.

"Who says it isn't?"

When Charlie said that, he looked around. Mrs. Maxim was walking along the field, staring at the stunned fire dragons.

"I didn't expect you to bring her too, Hagrid," Charlie said, frowning, "We are in a competitive relationship after all. She will definitely tell her students, right?"

"I just think she is willing to come and see it." Hagrid shrugged his shoulders, still staring at the dragon infatuatedly, "Besides, Dumbledore didn't object, right? He must have known that I would do this. , but he didn’t stop it.”

"What a romantic date, Hagrid," Charlie shook his head helplessly, "You have to seize the opportunity Dumbledore has created for you."

"There are four in total..." Hagrid changed the topic with a red face, "So, each warrior needs to deal with one, right? What do they need to do - fight the fire dragon?"

Hagrid's voice sounded a little excited, as if this was a good idea.

He never thought that those four warriors did not have the physical fitness of his half-giant.

"I think it's probably just passing by the fire dragons." Charlie guessed, "We are only responsible for taking care of these fire dragons. The one who is really responsible for the first game is Durmstrang. So the specific game rules, we also have no idea."

"Is that so?" Hagrid said hesitantly. "Doesn't that mean that Durmstrang's warriors already know the details of the game?"

"Who knows," Charlie shrugged helplessly, "Originally, I suggested to Dumbledore that we should be responsible."

"After all, if the situation goes bad, we can always come to the rescue and recite the extinguishing spell for the fire dragon." Charlie said, "You know, what they want is the female dragon that lays the nest and hatches the eggs. I don't understand why... but like this The level of danger has at least increased a lot.”

As he said that, he pointed to the tail of the Hungarian Horntail not far away, "I can tell you that those who encounter the Hungarian Horntail will not get good results. Its back is just as dangerous as its front, you see."

Clark, who was hiding under the invisibility cloak, looked in the direction of his finger and saw long, bronze-colored sharp spines emerging from the tail every few inches.

At this time, Charlie's five dragon-taming companions walked toward the Horntail with one foot high and one foot low. They carried a blanket with a nest of huge, granite-gray dragon eggs inside.

They carefully placed the dragon egg next to the Horntail. Hagrid couldn't restrain his inner desire and groaned.

"I've counted them, Hagrid," said Charlie sternly.

"Will these big guys and their eggs stay after the game is over?" Hagrid asked, staring at the dragon eggs intently.

"Of course," Charlie seemed worried and emphasized again, "there are a number of these dragon eggs, Hagrid, don't move around and be careful."

As he said that, he sighed again, "Hey, seeing this, I really hope Clark is still safe after facing this danger."

He looked at the field where the fire dragon was kept, and said thoughtfully, "I don't even dare to tell my mother what Clark is going to do in the first project. My mother is already panicked about him..."

Charlie imitated the anxious voice of his mother, Mrs. Weasley: "How could they let him participate in that competition? He is too young! I thought they would be fine, I thought there would be an age limit! "

Clark listened on the sidelines and felt a little guilty in his heart. He had not written a letter to Aunt Molly since he became a Hogwarts warrior. Unexpectedly, his aunt had been worried about him at home.

At this time, Charlie went to take care of the fire dragons and their eggs with his companions. Hagrid's heart had been filled with the charming four fire dragons and Mrs. Maxim, leaving him behind.

So Clark quietly turned around and started back to the castle.

He saw what he was about to face, and he also knew that in a real game, what he was about to face would definitely be more dangerous and difficult than before.

But he was not worried, because his strong strength and the three curse seals on his hands gave him endless confidence.

The only thing he has to think about now is what he should do to win the game beautifully and win first place in front of everyone.

Clark speeded up, striding on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, quickly walking through the darkness, and returned to the castle.

As he lay in bed, a thought came to his mind: In this case, Bruce would be the only one facing the unknown on Tuesday.

However, what does this have to do with him? This guy is not Digory, who is also a student at Hogwarts, nor is he Harry Potter, who is filled with the heart of the Virgin.

When he thought of Bruce's expression when he saw the fire dragon on the day of the game, he seemed to feel better. He turned around and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Clark got up refreshed, jogged a few laps along the Black Lake with Neville, returned to the dormitory to take a shower, and then found Hermione at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

She was having breakfast with Ginny, discussing what was to come in the Hogwarts Journal, and preparing to cover the first game of the Triwizard Tournament.

Clark and Neville sat next to them. Their bodies were particularly appetizing after the exercise. They looked at the food on the table and ate it.

After eating and drinking, they went to the outside field without going to class.

The three of them walked along the lake for a long time, and Clark told them everything about last night.

"So, does Dumbledore want to bring Hagrid and Madam Maxime together?" Hermione's focus was not on the fire dragon, but she asked in a very gossipy tone.

"I think the two of them are quite suitable," Neville interjected. "They are about the same size, and the age gap is not big."

Clark also smiled secretly and said, "Hagrid has been single for so many years. It is rare to encounter such a good opportunity. Of course Dumbledore supports it."

"I don't think it's very reliable." As a woman, Hermione expressed her opinion from her perspective.

"Madame Maxime is the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, with a high social status and powerful strength.

Hagrid was just a gamekeeper at Hogwarts who dropped out of school when he was young.

The gap between him and Madame Maxime was too big, and the Triwizard Tournament was time-limited, which meant that they would be separated when the game was over.

In this case, it is impossible for the two of them to make it.

Mrs. Maxim is now good to Hagrid. Generally speaking, it is just the curiosity and closeness derived from meeting a person with the same body shape as herself. She will eventually return to reality. "

Clark and Neville were unable to speak. As friends, they also hoped that Hagrid could find his own happiness.

But they also had to admit that what Hermione said was correct, and this was the way reality should develop.

Not all relationships can be like those shown in movies and TV. The daughter of a rich family falling in love with a poor boy is just a dream spun by a dream machine, so that those at the bottom of society will not be too resentful.

They then changed the topic and began to discuss how to deal with the fire dragon.

"Dragons are extremely difficult to slay because their thick hides are permeated with ancient magic, and only the most powerful spells can penetrate it. That's what the book says."

Neville, who has rich combat experience, said, "But we don't necessarily have to break through their thick scales head-on, whether it's a powerful shield blow, or looking for their weak points, such as their eyes, nostrils, ears, throats, and even their backs. excretory organs."

"You can also use psychic attacks!" Hermione glanced at Clark, "So I'm not worried about him at all. With his profession, even if he can't defeat the fire dragon, he should have no problem in protecting himself. After all, those fire dragons are just beasts. Completely immune to psychic attacks."

Clark smiled and said nothing.

They walked around the lake three times, enjoyed tomorrow's game, and then headed to the library.

But not long after they sat down, Durmstrang's warrior Viktor Krum also walked in listlessly, sat down in a far corner with a stack of books in his arms.

In fact, this was nothing serious at first, but soon, a group of girls tiptoed past them, one of whom had a Bulgarian scarf tied around his waist.

"Oh, crap, why can't he read on his big stupid ship?" Hermione closed the book irritably. "Come on, Clark, let's go back to the common room..."

Clark glanced at the Star Club members who were chattering around Viktor Krum not far away, and nodded helplessly.

In the next few days, they were still like this. Except for class, Clark didn't pay attention to how to deal with the fire dragon.

He himself is very busy. In addition to the fire dragon community development work that he is responsible for as a school director, the business of "Hogwarts School Journal" and magic cards also requires him to take a look at it from time to time.

Even in the dead of night, he had to lie in bed and divert part of his mind to an uninhabited island thousands of miles away to see how his clone controlled (squeezed) the Death Eater prisoners.

Time flew by so quickly, and soon came the day when the first project started.

On Tuesday morning, the atmosphere throughout the school became very tense and exciting.

Students from almost all colleges are looking forward to the upcoming first game of the Triwizard Tournament, especially Gryffindor, who has players who are about to compete.

In order to take care of the emotions of these students, the school suspended classes at noon so that all students could have time to go to the competition venue in the Forbidden Forest - of course, most students did not actually know what they would see there.

At noon, when Clark was having lunch in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall walked towards him in a hurry, and many people looked at them.

"Prewett, eat quickly. Now the warriors have to rush to the arena early... You must be ready to complete the first event... By the way, don't eat too much, it will not be conducive to your exercise." Professor McGonagall couldn't help but say one more thing.

"Okay, I get it, Professor," Clark said, standing up.

"Good luck, Clark," Hermione whispered, "You'll make it!"

"Come on! We are cheering for you in the stands." Neville also said.

"I hope I can hear your voices then." Clark joked.

After saying that, he and Professor McGonagall left the auditorium side by side.

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