Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"There was something wrong with you just now, Clark."

After the Potions class, when the little wizards left the dungeon, Hermione seized the opportunity to grab Clark's arm and whispered.

"You found out," Clark nodded, "Just like you before, my strength has improved too fast, and the magic power has affected my brain."

In fact, Clark had already discovered that something was wrong with his situation, and his strength had improved too fast!

Ordinary young wizards, in one school year, will only be promoted by 1 or 2 professional levels, and the wizards who have just graduated from the seventh grade are only around the tenth level.

Clark had risen two levels in four months, two to three times faster than ordinary little wizards. The skyrocketing chaotic magic power naturally affected his mental state.

Either calm and ruthless, or irritable and impulsive, Clark's emotions began to polarize, and the sequelae of choosing Gryffindor College began to gradually appear.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements." Clark patted the back of Hermione's hand and comforted him.

"But……"

As they were talking, they suddenly found that the corridor in front of them was completely blocked by a large fir tree, and there were two big feet sticking out from under the fir tree, like a living treant, walking steadily towards the Forward.

"Hey, Hagrid, is that you?" Clark guessed who it was at a glance, and sure enough, Hagrid's bearded head emerged from the branches of the fir tree.

"Oh, thank you, Clark, I can do it. Here are the trees for Christmas, and I have to get them into the auditorium."

Hagrid explained proudly that, as the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, he would naturally also be responsible for part of the castle's work.

"This is really cool," Ron admired from the sidelines. "Our family's Christmas tree for the holidays is only a small one."

Just as they were reminiscing about the past, a cold, drawn-out voice came from behind Clark.

"Can you get out of the way, don't block the way?"

The visitor was pitch black from head to toe, only the eyes and teeth were white.

"Hehe, who am I supposed to be? It turned out to be Malfoy who turned into a crow." Ron turned his head and saw the person coming, and retorted.

Malfoy became what he is now because the magic ink Clark prepared couldn't be washed off for a while, and the grievance he suffered in the Potions class just now made him feel very bad when he heard Ron's words.

"Are you trying to earn some pocket money, Weasley? I guess you want to stay at Hogwarts to guard the hunting grounds after graduation? Maybe this big man's cabin is bigger than your original one?" That house is still big."

"Malfoy, it seems that you haven't learned enough lessons just now." Clark took a step forward, walked in front of Malfoy, and stopped Ron who was about to rush towards him.

"Hmph!" Malfoy flinched at Clark's presence, and he and two of his henchmen pushed their way rudely past the tree, knocking needles everywhere.

"If you hadn't stopped me, I would have taught him a lesson," Ron stood beside Clark, looking at Malfoy's back, and said through gritted teeth, "One day, I will teach him a lesson! "

At this time, Harry also echoed: "Me too, I hate Malfoy and Snape the most."

"Professor Snape..."

Before Hagrid finished speaking, a gloomy voice sounded from behind Harry and the others.

"Oh, it seems that our savior has a big opinion on me."

Snape didn't know when, he appeared behind them.

Like two quails, Harry and Ron were so scared that they bowed their heads and said nothing, Hagrid helped them explain: "Someone messed with them first, Professor Snape, Malfoy just insulted Ron's family. "

"I've seen it all, Hagrid. But anyway, speaking ill of the teacher behind his back,

It's all unforgivable. said Snape in a cold voice.

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor! You should feel lucky, Harry, and Weasley, let me hear it next time, but it's not as simple as deducting points."

After speaking, he strode away.

"Okay, let's be happy, it's almost Christmas." Hagrid looked at the ugly-faced Harry and the two and comforted him, "Guess what, the decoration of the restaurant is really wonderful."

Seeing what Hagrid said was so exaggerated, Harry and Ron quickly put this unpleasantness behind them, followed Hagrid to the auditorium with Clark, and saw the efforts Hogwarts made for Christmas .

The whole auditorium looks luxurious and beautiful, the solid wood seats and silk curtains have been completely new, the white walls are covered with hanging ribbons composed of holly and mistletoe, and there are a total of eleven towering Christmas trees standing around, some of which are hung with flowers. There are little shiny icicles, and in some trees hundreds of candles flicker.

The transparent magic ceiling showed the gray sky outside, and catkin-like snowflakes fell from the sky, as if the ceiling really disappeared.

Clark curiously stretched out his hands, trying to catch them. Unexpectedly, those snowflakes fell on his hands. The cold feeling was no different from real snowflakes. It was snowing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts up!

"Ah, Hagrid, you're finally here. This is the last tree, so let's put it in the corner over there, yes, aligned with the opposite side."

The short Professor Flitwick stood beside Hagrid, directing him to put the last Christmas tree in place, and at the same time he used his wand to blow streams of golden bubbles and hung them on the fir tree. on the branches of the tree.

Professor McGonagall transforms buckets of milky liquid into magical snowflakes, which he deposits between the branches of the Christmas tree.

Clark finally knew how the snow in the auditorium came from. He secretly stretched out a finger, dipped it in the bucket while Professor McGonagall was not paying attention, and then took a sip.

Well, it turned out to be milk! There are milk snowflakes floating in the sky, which is really a fairy tale.

"How many days until the holiday?" Hagrid asked suddenly after putting away the last fir tree.

"It's only been one day," said Hermione. "Oh, this reminds me that I have to go back to the dormitory to pack my things. There's this afternoon's train."

After speaking, she hurried towards the Gryffindor dormitory. Harry and Ron saw that it would be lunch time soon, and they both chose to stay in the auditorium, only Clark followed behind her.

"Harry and Ron will be left to you while I'm away," said Hermione. "I think you should keep an eye on them. They're too capable of causing trouble. They were detained by the academy just now." Twenty points."

"Don't worry, everything is under control." Clark agreed with a smile, and then sent Hermione to the Hogwarts Express.

After all the little wizards who went home left, the Christmas vacation officially began. Without Hermione's restraint, Harry and Ron felt that they had so much fun playing that they didn't have to think about studying at all.

The Gryffindor dormitory was entirely at their disposal, and the common room was much less crowded than usual, allowing them to occupy a few more comfortable armchairs by the fire.

Clark also rarely went to the library, and now he was sitting there with Harry and Ron, eating all the food that could be poked with a baking fork - bread, sausages, mushrooms, potatoes, while discussing how to Revenge on Malfoy, and Snape.

Ron also began teaching Harry how to play wizard chess, a traditional game favored by wizards.

Wizard chess pieces are exactly the same as Muggle chess, and the rules are also the same. The only difference may be that the pieces are all alive, and each one can speak, which will make people feel more interesting.

This was the first time Harry had come into contact with this kind of game, and Ron's skills in this area were not bad, so Harry fell into a disadvantage from the beginning of the game.

But they didn't play for long, and soon, the two of them were attracted by the new gadgets that Clark made.