Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Latest website: After making a crude alliance with the fairies in the Rhine, Clark bid farewell to them, left the bottom of the Rhine, and returned to the surface.

This time, he did not walk as slowly as before, but quickened his pace.

For this reason, he also spent 100 experience points to exchange for a teleportation power [Speed ​​Burst].

[Speed ​​Burst]: Level 1 power, consumes 1 power point. The powerful mind can stimulate your body, greatly increasing your speed, +1 agility, and lasts for 19 (intelligence) minutes.

With the blessing of this superpower, Clark ran like the wind. The journey that was supposed to take half an hour was completed in ten minutes.

Soon, he came to the foot of the mountains on the upper reaches of the Rhine River.

As he got closer, he looked up and saw that this majestic mountain range was pressing straight towards him, as if it were a giant standing tall, looking down at him.

Not only that, as he approached, a heat wave also came from the blue-black mountain. The surrounding temperature instantly increased by more than ten degrees, becoming unbearably hot.

Because of this, the snow on the top of the mountain quickly turned into snow water under the action of the heat wave, pouring down the mountain and into the Rhine River.

"Okay, our Clark Warrior finally arrived in front of the Dragon Cave, but...why did he stop again." Outside the illusion, looking at Clark's image, Bagman also felt a headache.

It can be said that Clark is the most troublesome among the warriors he explains.

You never guess what he can bring to you.

Of course, he also hates and loves this situation. Because this also means that the bet about Clark will lead to more changes.

Maybe he would have a chance to repay the gambling debt he incurred from the Quidditch World Cup.

At this time, Clark in the illusion stopped for a moment in front of the mountain where the fire dragon lived. Then he turned his head and did not enter the mountain. Instead, after observing carefully for a while, he started to circle along the side of the foot of the mountain.

Perhaps because this place itself contains risks, no one has been here before.

So walking along the foot of the mountain, you can't see a way up the mountain.

The whole mountain is made of steep and smooth rock walls.

Tilt upward.

Clark saw this scene and immediately analyzed that this mountain range was not naturally formed.

Because generally speaking, the formation of mountains is more due to the movement and compression of different geological plates.

Therefore, there should be a gentle transition between the mountains and the surrounding environment.

However, the Alps in front of us stood abruptly on this vast plain, and there was a clear boundary between the two.

It's like, there was no such mountain peak here originally, and suddenly one day, it fell from the sky and landed here.

Clark had some guesses about the origin of this mountain, but now he needed to find another former client to verify this.

His idea was quickly satisfied. Perhaps the former client also wanted to see him.

Anyway, after Clark walked around the foothills of the Alps for almost ten minutes, his psychic ability [Time Mark] noticed that someone had passed by here not long ago.

That's right, it was not long ago, and the time difference between now and now was less than half an hour.

But because of the hard rock wall, this "person" did not leave any footprints.

Of course, this is not a problem for Clark.

Relying on the ability to view past history with [Time Stamp], soon, the figure from half an hour ago seemed to appear in front of him.

Clark followed this figure, climbing over walls and walls, and soon climbed up the mountain where there might be an evil dragon.

Fortunately, that "man" seemed to know the situation of this mountain very well, and Clark, who followed him along the winding road, did not encounter any danger.

In this way, outside the illusion, with everyone's astonished eyes on him, he climbed all the way up, and soon approached the snow line of the Alps.

You can see from a distance that there is an obvious dividing line on the blue-black rock.

Above the dividing line is a blanket of white snow.

Under the dividing line are black jagged rocks.

The figure that only Clark could see disappeared on the dividing line not far away.

Clark remained vigilant and approached little by little.

When he got closer, he saw that there was a hut made of rocks and mud at the snow line.

It was only because the roof and surroundings of the hut were covered with thick snow that it was difficult to see.

Clark used [Time Stamp] to watch the figure enter the hut.

He knew that this was the person he was looking for.

So he stepped forward and knocked on the simple door, which was just made of a few logs tied together.

After a while, the door creaked open, and a tall figure appeared in front of Clark.

"This, this is-"

Outside the illusion, everyone also saw the figure, and they turned around and looked at the last row of the stands. All this was just because the figure was 60% or 70% similar to Hagrid.

They are all about the same height, look extraordinarily tall, and have big black beards all over their faces, making them look like little giants.

The difference is that the little giant's skin is a little whiter than Hagrid's, as if it hasn't been exposed to the sun all the time, and is as pale as a corpse.

The proportions of his body are not so well-proportioned. His legs are short and his hands are long. Like Uncle Liu Huang, his hands reach his knees, which is somewhat similar to a gorilla.

Clark looked up at this tall weirdo and couldn't help but complain in his heart, "This is a fucking dwarf! You call this height a dwarf!"

Although Clark also knew that ancient times were different from modern times. The golden humans at that time were tall and muscular, like ancient Greek sculptures.

But the creature in front of me is not called a dwarf.

In fact, this is where Clark's knowledge is lacking. He doesn't know that the dwarfs in Norse mythology are actually the prototypes of the fictional creatures "dwarves" in many fantasy works.

This is different from another fictional creature "dwarf/goblin/goblin", which is more derived from the re-creation of some families.

In Norse mythology, these dwarfs are more accustomed to living in mountains, underground or mines. They like stones and metallurgy, have superb forging skills, are good at magic and rune writing, and are the makers of many artifacts.

And they are actually not short. Nordic dwarfs were not described as short in works before the 13th century.

Regarding this point, in Clark's previous life in "Avengers 3", the dwarf king who helped Thor forge the Storm Ax was quite restored.

The reason why they are considered short is mostly because they are compared with those giants.

However, from the perspective of Clark, who has knowledge of other worlds, the Nordic dwarf in front of him is more like the "grey dwarf" or "durgar dwarf" from "Dungeons and Dragons".

Of course, it doesn't matter what race the other person is, after all, Clark is here to ask for help.

But before Clark could speak, the tall dwarf said first, "Welcome, brave man from afar."

The language he used was the same as the one used by the river fairies just now. It was a strange, chant-like language.

Even though Clark has never learned this language, as long as he hears it, he will naturally understand what the other party means.

It is as if the words and characters in these languages ​​naturally have meanings and do not need to be explained.

Clark, who has studied ancient magic texts, knows that this should be the most primitive rune text in ancient times, which is said to contain magical power.

This kind of writing is also called rune writing, and the ancient magic writing class that Clark and the others took was about this knowledge.

It's just that in their time, although this kind of writing also had many magical effects, it was far behind compared to ancient times.

After hearing the dwarf's invitation, Clark was not polite and did not worry that the other party would be disadvantageous to him. He walked directly into the stone house.

Contrary to what he imagined, this windowless room was not dark and cold, but instead very bright and warm.

In the center of the room, a huge stove was burning, providing warmth and light to the entire room.

Clark followed the dwarf's guidance and sat down on the stool next to the stove. Soon, the other man lifted the copper kettle hanging on the stove and poured him a cup of hot goat's milk using an ancient wooden cup.

"You brave man who has come from afar, please enjoy."

Clark took the cup from the dwarf's hand and didn't mind that the edge of the cup had turned black. He blew it gently and took a sip.

A mellow, tangy milk aroma instantly spread in his mouth.

At the same time, a hot stream of warmth fell down his throat and into his stomach, and the heat it brought instantly dispelled the chill on his body.

"Thank you, it tastes very good," Clark thanked him, put the cup down, and then asked the dwarf, "I just don't know, how should I call you, respected elder?"

Although the tall dwarf looked as rude as Hagrid, he was also very kind.

After hearing Clark's question, he immediately replied, "You can call me Mim, blacksmith Mim, the brave man from afar."

"Why do you want to call me the brave man who came from afar?" Clark asked again.

The Mim looked at him with a smile, his shiny black eyes like beetles narrowed into slits.

“Because there is an evil dragon living in this mountain, few people come here.

And once someone arrives, he must come to deal with this evil dragon.

He has great courage to dare to fight the dragon, so how can he not be a brave man? "

Clark nodded, agreeing with what he said.

"What about you? Dear elder, why are you staying here? After all, this place doesn't seem to be very suitable for living alone."

Facing Clark's question, the dwarf Mim sighed, with a sad expression on his face.

Through his story, Clark learned that the dwarf Mim was also a victim of a dragon.

In his story, this cave under the mountain range was once the territory of their dwarf clan. These tall dwarfs dug mountains, mined ores, smelted metals, and built palaces. They lived here in peace and contentment, and lived a carefree life.

But one day, an evil dragon named Fafnir set his sights on this place, the warm homes of the dwarfs, and the various gold, silver, and gems they had collected through generations of digging and smelting.

The evil dragon blocked the door of the dwarf's house, got into the cave, and used fire, claws and threats to drive and kill the dwarf in the cave, occupying the place and the treasure in the cave.

"Although we also have many powerful magical weapons, the dragon's scales are extremely hard, and even armor-piercing crossbow arrows forged with fine gold cannot hurt him at all.

My tribesmen rushed forward waving their swords, and then fell down one after another. In the end, the tribesmen who were not dead were frightened and fled here in a hurry. "

The dwarf Mim spoke sadly, with two tears the size of a baby's fist squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

Clark comforted him and asked, "Then why don't you leave with them?"

"I'm not willing to give in!" Mim wiped away his tears and said fiercely, "I want to prove that we dwarfs are not all cowards. I also want to avenge my brother and watch that evil dragon be pierced through the heart! "

As he said that, he looked at Clark with expectant eyes, "Young brave man, would you like to help me fulfill my wish and get rid of that evil dragon?"

If this was an RPG adventure game, a red exclamation point should have appeared above the dwarf's head at this time.

Maybe if you take this mission, you can get a lot of experience, some gold coins, and a magic weapon presented by the mission publisher.

However, this is not an adventure game, and Clark is not an adventure character controlled by others.

So he did not casually agree to the other party's request, but said, "Although I also want to help you, unfortunately, I do not have the strength to kill this evil dragon. The scales on the other party's body are also important to me. There is no solution.”

Faced with Clark's evasion, the dwarf Mim did not feel disappointed, but said very confidently, "Don't worry, brave man who has come from afar, I will help you. I have already found a way to hurt that evil dragon. .”

"Find a way?" Clark asked curiously, "But didn't you say that even the crossbow arrows made of fine gold have no effect on that evil dragon?"

Mim nodded, "Yes, ordinary weapons can't hurt the evil dragon, but there are still unusual weapons in this world."