Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Damn it, I don't want to wear this dress for a second!"

Ron stood in front of the mirror sadly and indignantly. In the mirror, he was wearing a purple lace robe, as if he was wearing a very old-fashioned skirt.

He picked up the wand, as if to add a bit of masculinity to the ceremonial robe, and cast a cutting spell on the folds and lace with all his might.

The spell worked, at least the lace on the ceremonial robe was gone, but his work was not efficient, and there were still rough edges on the collar and cuffs of the ceremonial robe.

He put down the spell in frustration, and then Clark suddenly said, "What, do you need help?"

Unlike Ron, today he was wearing a suit vest and tie, and outside he was still wearing a high-end magic robe made of black velvet fabric.

Compared to their school uniforms, this piece of clothing is more like a hybrid between a windbreaker and a wizard's robe, with smooth and simple lines and a modern flavor.

However, simplicity does not mean simplicity. Inconspicuous places such as the collar, cuffs and corners of Clark's robe are all embroidered with dark gold thin threads, and an abstract bird and snake pattern is also embroidered on the chest. , which makes Clark look mysterious and noble.

Ron looked at Clark's clothes with envy, then at his own, and lowered his head sadly.

Clark understood what he meant, so he waved his wand and used his psychic powers to give him a psychological suggestion.

So in Ron's sight, the ceremonial robe he was wearing immediately changed its appearance. Although it was still very ordinary, it was at least much better than the purple dress just now.

"Thank you, Clark, these clothes are really nice!" Ron thanked him.

Harry on the side looked at him doubtfully, this was still the same clothes.

Clark shook his head vaguely, motioning for Harry to be quiet, and then pulled Ron downstairs to the common room.

The common room looked strange. The people inside were no longer wearing green and black robes, but instead wore colorful ceremonial robes.

Parvati was waiting for Harry at the bottom of the stairs. She looked very beautiful indeed. She was wearing a dazzling pink robe, her black hair was braided with gold ribbons, and the gold bracelets on her wrists were shiny and exotic.

Harry was relieved to see that she didn't giggle.

"You're - well - beautiful," he said awkwardly.

"Thank you," she said.

"Padma will meet you in the hall," she said to Ron again.

"Okay," Ron said, looking around. "Where are Ginny and Hermione?"

"They should still be cleaning up in the dormitory," Clark said.

"Let's go down first, the dance is about to start!" Parvati took Harry's arm.

"Okay." Harry and Ron waved to Clark and said, "See you later!"

The girls came out of the girls' dormitory one after another and left the common room with their dance partners.

Those who chose students from other colleges, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as their dance partners also left in droves.

After a while, Angelina also came down. She smiled and handed her hand to Fred.

The two held hands and left, with Fred winking mischievously at Clark and the others.

Following closely behind Angelina was Ginny. She was wearing a relatively conservative style of pale red dress robe. Her rosy face was full of shyness, and she was too embarrassed to look at Clark and Neville.

Because she was still young, Aunt Molly didn't expect Ginny to attend the dance, so she didn't prepare a dress for her.

Fortunately, as Clark's cousin, he found someone to hurry up and make a set and gave it to her as a Christmas gift.

What? You mean Ron? Can that be the same?

At this moment, the fiery red dress was worn on Ginny, and paired with her carefully decorated makeup, she looked particularly beautiful.

Even more beautiful than any girl Clark had seen so far tonight.

The cute bow decorations on the sleeves of the long skirt made her look particularly cute. The belt studded with pink diamonds around her waist reflected dazzling light under the light, wrapping her petite body, showing off her slender figure. Indescribable feminine charm.

Clark had to admit that the little girl who only chased after him and called her brother with a runny nose had really grown up now.

All the boys present who had not left could not help but be stunned for a moment when they saw Ginny. Neville, who had always been brave, looked at Ginny with his mouth wide open, speechless in surprise.

From the look of him, he seemed to have just noticed the fact that Ginny was also a beautiful girl.

The face that was originally a little stiff changed quickly, and there was a hint of nervousness in the shock.

"Hermione is still up there. Her hair needs a moment. Come out soon!" Ginny said, her face still flushed.

Clark slapped Neville hard on the back, and Neville reacted, stepped forward, and stretched out his arm so that Ginny could take him.

"Clarke, we...we don't have to wait for her to go down together." Neville seemed a little embarrassed to leave with Ginny like this.

"No, I'll just stay here and wait for her. You two hurry up..."

Before Clark could finish his words, the noise in the common room suddenly stopped, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the girl who had just walked down the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

Many people opened their mouths in surprise, not knowing what to say.

It's Hermione!

!

But she looked nothing like Hermione. Instead, she looked like an elf who had fallen into the world.

Her hair was no longer fluffy and rough, but became smooth and shiny, and was pulled into an elegant bun on the back of her head.

She was wearing a long dress made of light purple-blue fabric. The long silk dress lightly wrapped her slender and soft body, flowing to the ground like water waves.

Clark didn't realize until today that Hermione's figure turned out to be so good, and it wasn't even visible under her school uniform robes.

As she walked down the stairs, the embroidered skirt of her flowing dress fluttered with her light steps, like countless butterflies dancing around her.

With her current appearance, it can be said that she stunned everyone. It can only be described in four words: dazzling.

Clark couldn't help but take a step forward. As the distance grew closer, he felt that Hermione's temperament had become different - maybe it was just because she had removed the more than 20 thick books that she usually carried on her body. Book.

Anyway, today she is definitely the most changed and the most beautiful among all the girls, subverting everyone's understanding of her.

"Good evening, Clark!" Hermione came over and whispered, "How do I look?"

Seeing Clark, who was equally handsome and handsome, her eyes also lit up, with a bright smile on her lips. Of course, she was also a little nervous.

"It's so beautiful, it's unbelievable!" Clark replied, looking at Hermione carefully.

As a [Psychic], he has long developed a strong psychological quality, at least to the point where "Taishan collapses in front without changing his color, and an elk rises to the left without blinking\

,"But now his heart was beating unsatisfactorily fast.

Clark had to admit that even though he had the soul of an adult, he couldn't help but be attracted by Hermione's youth, vitality, wisdom and beauty.

This kind of love has nothing to do with anything else, it is just the purest appreciation of "beauty".

It can be said that she is now in the most dazzling stage of her life, exuding powerful charm all over her body.

"Thanks!"

Hermione's lips curled up slightly when she heard Clark's comment, and she took his hand and walked toward the auditorium downstairs, with Neville and Ginny following behind them.

Along the way, everyone they met looked at them in surprise.

Hermione and Ginny's outfits were too eye-catching, especially Hermione, who attracted a lot of attention.

Many girls stared at her with jealousy and scrutiny, while the boys looked at her with admiration and surprise.

When they walked down, they found that the foyer was also crowded with students.

Everyone was milling around, talking, and waiting for eight o'clock to arrive, when the door to the auditorium would open.

Some people want to meet their dance partners from other colleges, so they squeeze through the crowd sideways to look for each other.

Clark and the others met Ron and others at the corner of the stairs. Standing next to him was Parvati's sister Padma. The little girl was as beautiful as her sister and wore a bright green robe.

However, she seemed to have no interest in Ron being her dance partner. Her dark eyes always looked up and down at Harry beside her, and her eyes stayed on him for a long time.

And Ron didn't notice the behavior of his female companion. When Clark and the others appeared, he also saw the stunning appearance of Hermione, and his mouth opened wide in surprise.

Next to him, Harry had the same expression. The two of them stared at Hermione for a long time, unable to believe that this was the old know-it-all.

"Hello, Hermione," Parvati noticed something strange about her male companion, and took a step forward to block their gaze, "You are so beautiful today, and you are a perfect match for Clark!"

She stared at Hermione with an unabashed and aggressive look. She was not the only one who did this, there were many girls around who also looked at Hermione like this, and they felt threatened.

Hermione smiled slightly, seemingly unaware of these looks, which showed her strong confidence, "Thank you, you too, Padma."

As a professional who changed her profession to a [Mage], Hermione knew that she was no longer on the same level as these people, and she had a promising future!

At this time, Ron, whose sight was blocked, also came to his senses. He turned his head away and pretended to observe the surroundings to ease the awkward atmosphere around him. However, the next second, he whispered, "Oh, no. …”

"What?" Before Harry could react, Ron bent his knees slightly and hid behind him.

It was Fleur Delacour approaching.

She was wearing a silver-grey satin robe, and her long hair was spread out, like the finest silk gauze floating in the air. She was so stunningly beautiful, on par with Hermione.

Next to her was Roger Davis, captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. This lucky boy had a bright smile on his face at the moment.

But no matter how Clark looked at it, he felt that his smile was a bit silly, as if someone had cast an Imperius Curse.

"This girl's magic has grown again."

Clark couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's no wonder that Beauxbatons asked her to summon Joan of Arc. The charming ability of the Veela blood, coupled with the powerful personality and appeal of Joan of Arc, it was a match made in heaven.

Even if she doesn't win the Triwizard Tournament this time, the benefits gained from this experience alone are enough to cultivate a star of hope for the French magic world.

Its potential may be higher than that of the "Black and White Witch" Ku Yinla.

When Fleur and Roger Davis were far away, Ron straightened up again and looked over the crowd at their backs.

And his behavior was also seen by another person.

"What are you looking at, Weiss? Is the toad looking at the swan?"

A group of Slytherin students came up the steps from their underground common room.

Walking at the front was Draco Malfoy. He was wearing a black velvet turtleneck robe. At first glance, it looked similar to Clark's. It should have been custom-made in the same shop.

It's just that compared to Clark's low-key and restrained style, his ceremonial robes are much more flamboyant. In many places on his body, you can see abstract patterns of fire dragons and flames embroidered with red silk thread.

Next to Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson was wearing a frilly light pink robe, and she was hanging tightly on Malfoy's arm.

Crabbe and Goyle were both dressed in green, like two moss-covered rocks. From the looks of it, neither of them could find a dance partner.

"You'd better shut up your bad mouth, I don't want to do anything on such a good day." Ron, who was ridiculed by Malfoy, turned around and said viciously to him.

Malfoy just smiled and didn't answer. He was wearing these clothes today and couldn't get into a fight with a mud-legged guy.

At the same time, he also saw Clark and Hermione standing on the edge of the main staircase. Like the other boys, Malfoy also looked at Hermione and was slightly stunned.

Although he hated Muggle-born wizards, Malfoy couldn't seem to find a word to insult her at the moment.

Another five minutes passed, and the oak front door was opened. Everyone turned their heads and saw Durmstrang's students walking in together with Professor Karkaroff.

Krum walked in the front, and beside him was a beautiful girl in a blue robe whom Clark didn't recognize.

Over their heads, they could see that a lawn in front of the castle had been turned into a cave, with little fairy lights shining inside.

That means there are hundreds of living fairies, sitting in magical rose bushes or flapping their wings on statues that appear to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

But before they could continue to appreciate this magical and beautiful scenery, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out:

"Warriors please come here!"

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