Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Latest website: When Fleur went out, only Clark and Krum were left in the tent, sitting face to face on both sides of the tent.

"You know that story well?"

The silent atmosphere in the tent was broken by Krum. The tall boy raised his head and glanced at Clark curiously.

Clark smiled at him, thanking him for his kind reminder just now, "I know a little bit about the mythological systems and legends of various countries."

Krum nodded and continued to remain silent.

At this time, outside the tent, the same procedure began again.

"Oh, I'm not sure that's a wise thing to do!"

They heard Bagman yelling gleefully, "Oh... just a little bit! Careful... Oh my gosh, I thought she had it!"

Ten minutes later, Clark heard the audience erupt in cheers, indicating that Fleur must have succeeded.

After a moment of silence, the referees finished scoring Fleur, and then the whistle blew for the third time.

"Now it's Mr. Krum!"

Bagman's voice reached the tent, and Krum walked out with slumped shoulders, leaving Clark alone.

He sat quietly on the stool, not pacing back and forth like Bruce and Fleur, or clenching his fists nervously like Krum.

"Very bold!" Bagman shouted, but Clark was unmoved, his eyelids drooped, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The audience gasped in unison, "He showed extraordinary courage - ah - yes, he got it!"

The overwhelming applause shattered the winter air like breaking glass.

Krum has done his job - any day now, it will be Clark's turn.

He stood up and dusted the non-existent dust on his robes.

Then, the whistle sounded again, and he lifted the curtain and walked outside, the afternoon sun shining on his face.

Hundreds of faces looked at him curiously from the stands above,

Bagman's huge voice sounded.

"Fourth Warrior, Clark Prewett, get ready!"

At the other end of the field, the Hungarian Horntail was being moved into the field by Charlie and other dragon trainers.

Unlike the previous fire dragons, it was still awake at this moment.

Although it was too weak to breathe out flames, its vicious yellow eyes were still staring at Clark.

However, this big guy quickly disappeared into the whirlpool of flames. Without Bagman's prompting, Clark followed closely and plunged into the flame portal.

Rotating and tumbling, countless bizarre scenes composed of flames flew past Clark.

He felt as if he had entered a fireplace dusted with floo powder and was being transported to some mysterious place.

Finally, after a period of spinning, his feet were empty and he stepped on the ground again.

This is a piece of soft grass, as green as the finest Arabian carpet, and the blue sky, together create a beautiful oil painting.

Above the grass, that is, under the slope not far in front of Clark, a wide river rolled forward with sparkling waves and extended into the distance.

At the end of the river, there is a rolling, towering mountain range. Even if you just look at it from a distance, the feeling of being thick and solid is always deep in your heart.

Clark knelt down and pulled off a handful of grass with his right hand.

The jagged edges of the grass blades pulled across his palms and fingertips, and the wet green juice stained his palms.

Clark rubbed it gently and put the grass into his mouth.

Green leaf volatiles containing six- and nine-carbon aldehydes, alcohols and their corresponding esters, mixed with geosmin, the metabolite of actinomycetes, penetrated into his nasal cavity first, bringing the so-called "green grass" and an "earthy" smell.

Then, a bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue.

"Pooh!"

Clark was certain that everything here was real.

Whether it is sight, smell or touch, everything is exactly the same as the real thing.

Even his sensitive sixth sense and psychic abilities told him that he had really left Hogwarts and came to a strange place.

"So, with the help of the secret realm of the Dragon Farm, has this place really become an intercepted history, or a fragment of an epic legend?"

Clark wiped the grass foam and juice off his hands, stretched out his palms, felt the breeze on the grass gently brushing against his skin, and listened to the sweet chirping of birds not far above his head.

"Then, according to the story line of "Lai Yin's Gold", the river in front of you should be the Lai Yin River in the story."

Clark looked at the direction of the river's flow and looked at the mountains upstream. "That should be the source of the Inn River - the Alps."

In the Muggle world, the Rhine River originates from the foothills of the Alps in southeastern Switzerland. With a total length of 1,320 kilometers, it is the longest river in western Europe.

The Alps are the largest mountain range in Europe and are also the source of many large rivers, such as the Danube, Rhine, Po, and Rhone.

Of course Clark, who is never short of money, has been to these two places. He even went to Switzerland to ski and enjoy the beautiful natural scenery of the Alps.

But what he saw originally was completely different from the scene before him.

"So, is it because of the deviation caused by the epic legend, or is this the way it was here in ancient times."

Clark couldn't answer this question.

At this time, outside the historical illusion, Bagman's loud voice also echoed over the entire arena.

"It can be seen that our Clark Warriors are very cautious.

After he landed, he kept observing the situation around him and did not act rashly. "

In the center of the field, on the huge blue flame portal, Clark's figure stood motionless in the smooth mirror.

"Hey, he moved, Clark moved... He was walking towards the river... What did he want to do?"

Clark stood by the wide Rhine River, the cold and moist air slapped his cheeks, and the clear lake reflected his reflection.

"The first difficulty of the game is where is the evil dragon Fafnir hiding?"

He looked up along the Rhine River, looking upstream at the Alps, and then looked up at the blue sky above his head.

Although this historical illusion looks large, it is based on the original secret realm of the dragon farm.

The first law of alchemy states that matter and energy do not create and disappear out of thin air, they can only be transformed into other things.

Even if it is supported by the earth-line magic and wizard energy drawn from Northern Europe by the 'Great Holy Grail' system, the blessing from such a long distance will consume a lot of money in the middle. At most, it will only expand the size of the entire secret realm. Just twenty or thirty times more.

In this case, the hiding place of a fire dragon is actually easy to determine.

Contrary to what many people think, fire dragons are not ordinary beasts. They love to be clean.

For a living place, in addition to being spacious and dry, it also needs to be well ventilated, close to water sources, and free of odors.

The open grassland near the Rhine River in front of us obviously does not meet the requirements. The only possibility is in the mountains upstream of the river.

In the previous three games, Bruce and the others also understood this, so after entering the illusion and roughly understanding the surrounding situation, they usually went straight to the mountains not far away.

After all, they don't know whether the length of the game will affect the final score.

It is right to end it as soon as possible.

However, in the eyes of people outside the fantasy world, Clark behaves differently.

Unlike the three warriors who used various means to rush towards the mountains before, Clark actually just moved his two legs and walked slowly upstream along the Lain River.

Not only that, during the process, he even stopped from time to time, occasionally putting his hands into the river to play, and occasionally smelling the fragrance of wild flowers.

That way, it was as if he was not participating in a competition, but on an outing in the wild.

"Shh-"

Some students who were originally dissatisfied with Clark suddenly started to boo.

A few people even whispered to each other, saying that Clark was just shouting slogans loudly, but now that the competition actually started, he was so scared that his legs weakened and he didn't even dare to look for the fire dragon. He walked so slowly, clearly planning to delay the competition until the end. .

Of course, Clark couldn't hear these noises from the outside world.

At this time, he was still walking forward calmly.

It's just that this secret realm is indeed as he guessed, not as big as it seems.

Soon, after walking for less than half an hour, the towering mountains that originally seemed to be far away seemed to have suddenly been magnified, occupying half of the sky.

There was not a single green plant on the blue-black mountain, only the jagged rocks, like sharp claws and fangs, like the tips of poisonous thorns, pointing straight to the sky.

"What a dangerous place!" Clark couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the steep mountain peak not far away.

According to his judgment, after walking for ten or twenty minutes, he would almost reach the foot of the mountain.

But here, Clark listened again.

This time, naturally, the people watching outside booed.

You know, they had just watched Clark walk for half an hour, and some of the little wizards even took time to go to the toilet.

It can be said that his performance just now was full of pissing spots throughout and did not give people a sense of urgency in the game at all.

But now he actually stopped again and was still playing in the river.

It's like you originally went to watch the sci-fi blockbuster "Shanghai Fortress" because of its reputation, but when you arrived at the theater, you discovered that it was actually a stupid love movie. How could you not make people feel the atmosphere?

Faced with this situation, even the Gryffindor students who had always supported Clark expressed their dissatisfaction, and there was a "buzz" noise in the entire audience.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no ticket fee for this game, I'm afraid they would even shout "ticket refund".

At this moment, Clark in the picture made an astonishing move, and Bagman's explanation also sounded at the right time, "Ah, we saw that Clark raised his wand and pointed at the river. , what does he want to do..."

"There are many obstacles!"

Clark waved his wand at will. If it weren't for the fact that the silent and wandless casting of magic by young wizards of his age was too abnormal, as a [Psion] he wouldn't even need a wand and incantation at all.

With his actions, the invisible mental barrier extended out, and the surface of the Laine River in front of Clark seemed to be cut straight in and cut off by a sharp long knife, revealing a narrow channel deep into the bottom of the river. aisle.

Clark tapped his wand lightly to keep the river water on both sides of the channel from collapsing, and he walked down the river bed step by step.

On both sides of him, the clear and transparent river flowed slowly, forming two huge flowing water curtain walls, with only a long line above his head.

The sun penetrates the river surface and casts sparkling waves. Countless curious fish, shrimps, and crabs secretly observed the uninvited guest in front of them through the undulating water curtain.

Such a beautiful and fantastic underwater scene amazed the audience outside the fantasy world.

It's just that they don't understand, aren't they going to deal with the fire dragon? It's so good, why did Clark go down to the river?

Among the people present, perhaps only Fleur and Krum, who had listened to Clark telling the story of "The Gold of Arrival", vaguely guessed something.

And the next scene seemed to confirm their guess.

When Clark reached the center of that section of the Inn River, a slightly dilapidated ruins of a village appeared in front of him.

"This...oh, look, what Clark found!" Bagman's voice was filled with a little excitement. After being bored for so long, he could finally see different changes.

Through the smooth mirror of the flame portal, one can see that the first thing that appeared in front of Clark's eyes was a collapsed coral wall.

It is called a wall because naturally growing corals cannot be as straight and continuous as those remaining coral walls.

Walking through the gap in the coral wall, you will see shell houses of various sizes.

These shells should have been very beautiful, but now they are covered with mud, covered with moss, and are in tatters, and their original luster can no longer be seen.

In addition to these houses and walls, you can also see various utensils scattered in some corners from time to time, as well as small shacks that seem to be used to raise something.

Obviously, there should have been some kind of intelligent creatures living under the water of the Inn River.

But it seems that they have left this place, so that it is deserted.

Clark stretched out his wand and walked among the ruins, looking around vigilantly.

The mental power originally used to separate the river water has shrunk back, forming a semicircular protective shield around him, pushing all the river water away.

"It seems that our little warrior is ready to explore the ruins before facing the dragon."

Bagman was outside joking.

"However, if he wants to rely on the treasures found in the ruins to cope with the competition, he will be disappointed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender black shadow suddenly jumped out of the dim river water, like a swordfish, and shot straight at Clark, who was standing in the hemispherical shield.

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