Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Latest website: The blue space door, as smooth as a mirror, reflects Clark’s last scene in the historical illusion.

The next moment, the real Clark was "vomited" out by the boiling space portal.

The young man took the treasure he brought out from the illusion and landed firmly on the ground. The surroundings were quiet for a while, and then someone seemed to turn up the volume.

Clark heard the noise in the stands, people screaming and clapping as deafeningly as Ireland supporters at the World Cup.

"Look!" Bagman shouted loudly in the stands, "Look! Our youngest warrior killed the dragon and got the treasure! This will narrow the gap between Mr. Prewett and the other warriors. The gap between them!”

Faced with Bagman's exaggerated statement, the students from the other two schools curled their lips in dissatisfaction. They looked up at the sunset and sunset in the sky. Clark's game had lasted almost four hours.

This is because the time flow rate between the historical illusion and reality is inconsistent, so the time he consumes far exceeds that of other warriors.

At this time, with the appearance of Clark, the blue fantasy portal boiled again, and then a bigger guy was "vomited" out.

That was the evil dragon that was killed by Clark in the illusion just now, but after leaving the illusion, it returned to the appearance of the Hungarian Horntail.

However, compared to when it entered the fantasy world, its size has shrunk a bit, and the color of its scales has also turned black with reddish colors. It is 60% similar to the evil dragon in the fantasy world.

In addition, it seemed that because it had just been killed once, the Hungarian Horntail had not recovered from the illusion. As soon as it fell to the ground, it lowered its head and remained motionless, as if it was dead.

Clark saw the dragon trainers led by Charlie rushing over to check the status of the Hungarian Horntail.

Over at the entrance to the venue, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid hurried over to greet him.

They were all waving to him, asking him to come over, and even though they were so far apart, the smiles on their faces were still clearly visible.

The noise of the crowd in the surrounding stands hit his diaphragm. Clark waved to those who supported him, with a bright smile on his face.

Although in the past few months, he has been showing no concern for the competition and seems to be sure of victory,

But that kind of invisible pressure is actually only known to him.

Now that everything has settled and the first project has been successfully passed, his mood is rarely relaxed.

"That's wonderful, Clark!"

Professor McGonagall walked over and said loudly. The words coming out of her mouth were already high praise.

"Before the referee gives the score, you need to go find Madam Pomfrey... Although the injuries in the illusion are not real, the feeling will definitely not be too uncomfortable... She is right there."

"You succeeded, Clark!" Hagrid said in a rough voice, "You succeeded! And you dealt with the Horntail. You know Charlie said that the Horntail is the most ferocious - and it has also been strengthened."

"Thank you, Hagrid." Clark had to say loudly, so that Hagrid wouldn't continue talking rashly and reveal that he had taken him to see the fire dragon beforehand, even though it was not a big deal.

"Okay, Prewett, please hurry to the first aid tent..." Professor McGonagall said.

Clark waved to the stands again and then walked out of the field gracefully.

He saw Madam Pomfrey standing at the entrance to the second tent, looking anxious.

"Fire Dragon!" She said in a disgusted tone and pulled Clark in.

The tent was divided into several small compartments, and he could make out Krum's figure through the canvas. After all, he was so tall.

Madam Pomfrey carefully observed Clark's face and his shoulders, which had been injured in the illusion but were now as good as before, while complaining angrily.

“Last year it was dementors, this year it’s fire dragons, what else are they going to bring into this school next?

Although there will be no harm in it, who knows if there will be any mental effects... Come on, drink this..."

She handed Clark a cup of smoky, strange-smelling purple liquid, then ordered him to move his shoulders to see if there was anything wrong.

"Okay, sit quietly for a minute—sit down! Then you can go look at your score."

She quickly walked out of the tent, and Clark tasted the purple liquid in the glass. Well, it turned out to be a glass of chilled grape juice. Maybe she thought it was similar to wine and could make people relax.

"How are you feeling, Clark?" Fleur's voice came from next door.

"Thanks for your concern, I feel great." Clark responded with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, two people opened the tent curtain and rushed in - Hermione, followed closely by Neville.

"Clarke, you're so great!" Hermione said excitedly, her voice loud, "You're so great! So great!"

"Okay, I think Clark himself understands this," Neville reassured her, and then looked at Clark, "But let me tell you, you are really awesome!"

"Why are you two acting so disgusting?" Clark scolded with a smile.

At this time, Bagman's voice came from outside, and Hermione quickly gathered her mood and wiped away the tears of excitement from the corners of her eyes.

"Clark, let's go, they are going to grade you..."

Clark held the treasure brought out from the historical illusion in his hand and walked out of the tent with his head lowered. Neville followed him and told him all the information about the previous three games.

“Among the three, the most aggressive one should be Krum of Durmstrang.

His physical strength is very strong, unlike a normal human being. In addition, his magic wand is very strange. It can not only be used for close attacks, but also cause lightning damage.

After entering, he went directly to the fire dragon, fought with it, and successfully drove it away from the cave, and then picked out a golden wine cup inside.

The girl named Furong cast a kind of magic and summoned many dolls. Not only were they fake in appearance, but they also had good combat effectiveness.

These dolls successfully restrained the fire dragon, allowing her to sneak into the cave and steal the treasure.

But in the end, the fire dragon sprayed out a powerful burst of flames, wiping out both her and the doll. "

"As for Bruce Stewart," Neville hesitated, "I don't know how to describe it. As soon as he entered the cave, he used up his spell, cast his ultimate move, and converted some strange weapons..."

"It's a musket, Clark!" Hermione, who was born in a Muggle family, added at the side, "After Bruce Stewart activated the curse seal, he summoned countless muskets behind him, forming a dense rain of bullets and suppressing the fire dragon. Move, or even escape with serious injuries.”

"Although that move is very powerful, among the few warriors, he is the only one who has activated the curse seal once. From this point of view, he is not as good as you." Neville said from the side.

Clark smiled and shook his head.

"How do you know that the other two people did not activate the curse seal?

Even if it was not activated, the two of them definitely benefited from it and channeled some of its power, otherwise Krum's attack would never have brought thunder and lightning, and Fleur would never have been able to control so many dolls. "

His tone was very confident, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

Hermione asked curiously, "What about you? Have you also used the power of the curse seal?"

Clark raised his head proudly, "Me? I relied solely on my own strength!"

Of course, the plug-ins brought by the system can also be regarded as a kind of strength.

As they talked, they came to the edge of the field.

The Horntails were out of the way, and Clark could see where the five referees were sitting—just to the right of the auditorium, on raised golden chairs.

"Everyone's maximum rating is no more than ten," Neville said.

Clark squinted his eyes and looked towards the chair against the setting sun. He could only see the dark faces. He was completely unable to judge the attitudes of the five referees.

"Please let the warrior show the treasures he brought out from the illusion for the judges present to score!"

It was Bagman, Clark recognized his voice.

Although everything just now had appeared in the blue portal, Clark still raised his right hand and spread his palm.

Under the bright red sunset, a crystal clear blue light was like a wave of water, rippling from Clark's palm in circles, as if dragging the entire competition venue into the deep sea, shocking everyone.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Clark's palm.

There, a water-blue, teardrop-like transparent gem was emitting a charming light.

That's right, Clark, who obtained the ownership of the Nibelung Ring, did not take the ring out of the illusion. Instead, he abided by the agreement he had made with the Rhine Fairies and returned all the gold to them.

As a reward and thanks to him, the Rhine Fairy, who had a crush on Clark, also left a tear for him and gave it to him.

According to legend, mermaids, or fish-men, will only shed tears for one true love in their lives, and once these tears fall, they will turn into pearls and gems.

Among them, there is the purest blessing in the world called "love".

The teardrop Clark has obtained now is such a rare treasure.

As an expert in jewelry and jade identification in the magical world, Madam Maxime has seen too many so-called gems, but this is the first time she has seen Clark's "Mermaid's Tears" in her life.

It is said that once the owner of this jewelry dies, this drop of "mermaid tears" will turn into a river again, carrying its owner's soul to the loved one.

So perhaps this thing is the only one in the world today.

The first judge—Madame Maxime—raised her wand in the air.

A long silver ribbon-like thing spurted out from her wand, twisting to form a big "9".

"Although I like this gem very much, you spent too much time!" Madame Maxime said amidst the applause and cheers of the audience, "I deduct one point for this."

Next up was Mr Crouch, who sprayed a '9' into the air.

"I also agree with Mrs. Maxim's point of view." Crouch is always so concise and to the point.

"It seems you have hope of winning first place!" Neville clapped his hands and shouted loudly.

Then Karkaroff raised his wand.

He paused for a moment, and then a number came out of his wand - "4".

"What?" Not only Neville, but some spectators in the stands also shouted, "Four points? You annoying, partial guy, you gave Krum ten points!"

However, Karkaroff is still quibbling about this, "I admit that this gem is indeed the most precious among the treasures brought by several warriors, but you spent too much time killing the dragon. In this regard, You also surpassed other warriors.”

Fortunately, Ludo Bagman, who followed closely behind, gave another voice that made the audience cheer - 10 points.

10 points! This is a perfect score!

Neville and Hermione almost jumped with excitement. Only Clark knew that Bagman's score must contain some human points.

At this time, the four judges have given their answers, and now only Principal Dumbledore is left.

Everyone was looking at him. Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, wiped them with a cloth, and said in an almost sighing tone.

"Love! This can be said to be the closest topic to eternity. Just based on this jewelry lesson, I will give you a 9 points.

However, untested love is like a castle made of sand, which will fall apart when the wind comes.

So in my opinion, your kind heart that can still maintain its true nature and pursue love and justice in the face of the temptation of wealth and power is more precious than this gem.

For your brilliance of humanity in this game, I decided to give you - 10 points! "

The entire audience was affected by Dumbledore's words and burst into applause.

Only Hermione, with the corner of her mouth lowered, stared at Clark viciously for a long time with a very unkind look.

For a moment, Clark felt that his current situation was worse than when he had just faced the dragon in the illusion.

He now wishes there was a crack in the ground that he could crawl into.

Fortunately, Hermione, who had always understood the general situation, knew that this was not the place to talk about such things. This made Clark, who turned to leave the venue, feeling that his mood was lighter than the air.

At this time, as the game ended, more people began to walk out of the stands and flocked to the four warriors.

Clark saw that it was no longer just Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students cheering for him in the crowd.

In fact, most of the school's classmates began to support Clark when they saw the challenges he faced and witnessed his intelligence, bravery, and trustworthiness.

Even some Slytherin students began to be attracted by his charisma and clapped gently.

"Well done!"

"you are awesome!"

"Well done!"

This was the sound Clark heard the most among the crowd.

At the same time, several pleasant system prompts sounded in his ears.