Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

After the first event of the Triwizard Tournament ended, the castle returned to its usual calm in the following days.

In a blink of an eye, it’s December.

With the arrival of winter, Hogwarts Castle in the Scottish Highlands is also experiencing strong winds, rain and snow.

Although there is always a howling draft in the castle in winter, every time Clark walks past Durmstrang's big boat parked on the lake, he will feel grateful for the hot fire and thick walls in the castle.

"I really don't know how they are going to survive this winter."

Harry looked out of the window and saw the big ship bumping and swaying in the strong wind. The black sails were flying and dancing in the dark night sky. Several red figures were standing on the deck, trying to lift the sails. Put away.

“It must be freezing in the mobile home in Durmstrang”

"You don't need to worry too much about this. Durmstrang is located in Northern Europe," Clark said. "This low temperature may not be worth mentioning to them. Let's go quickly, or hurry up and start Hagrid's class." You’re going to be late.”

"Oh oh oh, okay." Harry and Ron followed Clark and the others and quickened their pace.

Everyone came to the lawn outside the castle. In the distance, the strong smell of strong liquor floated from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students who were preparing for the Care of Magical Creatures class feel a little dizzy. .

Apparently, as the temperature dropped, Hagrid was also supplying Madame Maxime's steeds with their favorite single malt whiskey.

However, this is not a good thing for the students, because they still have to take care of those terrible snails, and being dizzy is not a good thing.

"Just take this last class," Hagrid begged the students who were shivering in the pumpkin patch during the class. "Those fire dragons have just participated in the competition and have consumed a lot of energy. This is the time when they need to replenish their energy."

Harry also agreed with this. Hagrid only had ten squid left. Obviously, with the appetite of those big guys, these few were really not enough to sustain him until the next class.

What is worrying is whether Hagrid will breed another batch.

"I'm not sure if they are hibernating." The students watched listlessly as Hagrid moved out several large boxes filled with pillows and fluffy blankets. "We might as well give them a try and see if they want to hibernate." To sleep...we put them in these boxes..."

All the little wizards refused his arrangement, including Clark.

These snails are now nearly six feet long each, with their original soft skin covered with a thick gray hard shell, powerful joints swinging randomly, tails that constantly explode and spit fire, as well as their spines and suckers. All of this adds up to making the Blast-Ended Skrewt the most disgusting thing the students have ever seen.

"We'll bring them in," Hagrid said, "then put the lid on and see what happens."

He took the lead, and the other students reluctantly followed suit. As a result, they discovered that the snails did not hibernate, and they did not like being stuffed into a box covered with pillows and covered with a lid.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

Soon Hagrid was shouting nervously as squids rampaged through the pumpkin patch.

The frozen ground was already strewn with pieces of smoking boxes. Most of the classmates - led by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle - had already escaped into Hagrid's hut through the back door and locked themselves in in.

Clark, Hermione and Neville, along with some other classmates, stayed outside to help Hagrid.

Thanks to Clark's [Charm Monster] power, they worked together and quickly subdued the nine Blast-Ended Skrewts and tied them up.

Of course, in addition to Clark, Harry and Neville also paid a heavy price, suffering burns and scratches in several places on their bodies.

In the end, only one squid remained.

"Hey, don't scare it!"

When Harry and Ron used their wands to shoot sparks at the Blow-Ended Skrewts,

Hagrid yelled—the Blast-Ended Skrewt was approaching them viciously, the spines on its back arched and trembling slightly—

"Tie a rope around its stinger and it won't hurt other squids!" Hagrid yelled,

"Yeah, we don't want this to happen!" Ron yelled angrily, as he and Harry retreated under the wall of Hagrid's hut, still using the sparks of their wands to prevent the Explosive-Ended Skrewts from approaching.

Neville had already killed the Explosive-Ended Skrewt from behind with a rope. Clark was using supernatural powers to calm it down, and Hermione was using wind magic to restrict its movements.

"Okay, okay, okay...it does look fun." An annoying voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked around and saw Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, leaning on the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden, watching the farce with relish.

Today she was wearing a thick magenta robe with a purple suede collar, and the crocodile leather handbag hung on her arm.

Clark frowned subconsciously when he saw her.

He also didn't expect that after the first game, this woman had not left school and returned to London.

Thinking of this, he took another look at the pumpkin patch. At this time, the Blast-Ended Skrewt had cornered Harry and Ron. Neville and Hagrid jumped on it and subdued it.

A ball of flame shot out from behind its tail, scorching the pumpkin seedlings next to it.

This is terrible. You know, Hagrid's behavior of breeding snails in private violated the Ministry of Magic's "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments Act". This is an illegal act!

"Who are you?" Hagrid asked Rita Skeeter as he put a rope buckle on the blaster's spine and tightened it.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet." Rita replied, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, her gold teeth shining in her mouth.

"It seems that Dumbledore has said that you are not allowed to enter the school anymore." Hagrid said with a slight frown, while turning over and getting off the slightly deformed squid, dragging it towards its companions .

Rita didn't seem to hear Hagrid's words at all, but just asked with a bright smile, "What are these charming animals called?"

Hagrid was about to answer when Clark suddenly said, "Those are just some giant mealworms that have been enchanted with an expansion spell, specially used to feed the fire dragon in the first project, Rita."

Rita Skeeter turned her head immediately when she heard Clark's voice. Hagrid next to her opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Neville.

"Ah, you're here too, Clark!" Rita Skeeter forced a fake smile on her face and said, "So, you like Care of Magical Creatures, right? It's your favorite class. ?"

"Yes!" Clark said without hesitation, Hagrid looked at him with a smile on his face, and the smile on Rita Skeeter's face did freeze.

"That's great," Rita said. "That's great."

She seemed to understand Clark's intention to keep Hagrid, so she did not continue to delve deeper into the issue of the Blast-Ended Skrewt.

"Have you been teaching long?" she asked Hagrid again.

Clark found that Rita was moving her eyes towards Dean (who had an ugly cut on half of his cheek), Lavender (a large piece of her robe was singed), Seamus (who was nursing several quilt strands). Burnt fingers) on several people.

Then her eyes moved to the window of the hut, where most of the classmates were standing with their noses pressed against the glass to see if the danger had passed.

As expected of the ace reporter of the Daily Prophet, she has a really keen sense of breaking news. If Clark hadn't been there, Hagrid would have suffered a big loss this time.

"Just my second year of teaching," Hagrid replied.

"Great...then let's do it." Under Clark's gaze, Rita finally ended the interview with Hagrid in a hurry.

At this time, the castle bell rang, and the class was over.

"Okay, bye, Clark!" Rita Skeeter shouted, waving cheerfully to Clark, Neville, and Hermione as they left.

In exchange, he had just agreed to an interview with Rita Skeeter after the second project was over.

"She doesn't look like a nice person." Hermione looked back at the woman in red clothes behind her.

"But at least she still has some ability," Clark said. "Although she did not use this ability in a positive way, as long as she does not break the law, we can only condemn her morally."

"Then we can only hope that she won't hold on to Hagrid, and hope that Hagrid didn't illegally import those blast-ended skrewts and other things."

Hermione said with some anxiety as they looked at each other - exactly what Hagrid might have done.

There was no way he could get those fire crabs from regular channels, as they were magical species protected by Fiji's Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, Hagrid has caused a lot of trouble before, and Dumbledore has never fired him," Clark reassured her. "Besides, I'm still watching the Daily Prophet, so it's not a big problem."

"That's right," Ron joined in. "The worst thing that could happen is that Hagrid has to lose the Blast-Ended Skrewt. I'm sorry... did I say the worst? I meant the best."

Everyone laughed, and they returned to the castle for lunch. In the afternoon, Harry and Ron had to go to a divination class and face Professor Trelawney, whom they least expected to face.

Every term she repeated her tricks, telling ominous things about Harry.

As for the three Clarks, they had no classes in the afternoon, so they went to the library on the fifth floor together.

But after reading the book for a while, Viktor Krum also walked into the library.

Not only that, behind him, there were six or seven girls who walked in happily. At first glance, they were not here to read.

Hermione's mood suddenly worsened, when Viktor Krum came over and sat at their table without even seeing her.

"Hello, Clark." Krum greeted Clark, but his eyes glanced at Hermione vaguely.

Of course Clark also noticed this. Thinking of Krum's admiration for Hermione in the original book, his tone was not so good.

"If a big star like you sits next to us, the environment for us to read will not be so good."

Klum smiled awkwardly, but Clark ignored it and continued to ask, "Why, what can you do?"

"No, no," Krum waved his hand, "I just came over to say hello."

When he said this, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Hermione, but Hermione didn't look at him, which made him a little disappointed.

"Now that you've said hello, we won't try to keep you here. Why don't you go and sign autographs with your fans first?"

He pointed. Behind Krum, six or seven girls were hiding next to the row of bookshelves. They were arguing over autographs, and their voices were not quiet.

Klum also knew that he was not welcome, so he could only stand up, but before he left, Clark said as if unintentionally, "That thing has to be opened in the water."

Hermione and Neville looked at him with puzzled expressions, but Krum looked thoughtful, nodded and thanked him, and hurriedly left the library.

"What did you mean just now?" Neville asked curiously in a low voice.

Hermione reacted quickly, "Is it a golden egg?"

Although it was a question, her tone was extremely affirmative.

Clark nodded, "Yes, the noise inside the golden egg is the singing of the mermaid."

After hearing this, Hermione got up and walked behind a bookshelf to rummage around, and soon picked up a big blue book - "The Encyclopedia of Magical Creatures of the Mediterranean".

“On the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea, there lives such a group of magical creatures.

They have green skin and long green hair. Their upper torso is the same as that of humans, and their appearance is similar, but they have no legs and instead have silver fish tails.

This is the mermaid. Mermaids are found all over the world. There are legends of mermaids in almost every culture. Therefore, many experts believe that they may have existed longer than humans.

Some experts on magical animals even believe that humans may have evolved from mermaids after they landed ashore. Of course, there is not much evidence to support this statement in the academic world. "

On the open pages of the book, blue light formed an ocean illusion. In the ocean, several slender mermaids were swimming back and forth.

Hermione continued to read the contents of the book:

“Like the horse people, the living habits and customs of the fish people are still a mystery to us.

Although those wizards who have mastered the mermaid language said that mermaids formed extremely well-organized groups of varying sizes depending on where they lived. Some even built elaborate homes and kept Grindylow as pets.

But many wizards don't believe this, because like the centaurs, they also declined the status of 'human' and chose the status of 'animal' instead.

However, there is a consensus among all wizards and scholars that mermaids like music and are very good at singing. They can attract sailors sailing on the sea through their singing and make them unable to control themselves.

Even in Muggle literature and paintings, we can see descriptions of them very frequently. "