Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Malfoy admitted that he was careless and didn't flash.

But who knew that Clark, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would actually engage in a sneak attack.

As soon as he entered the door, before he could react, a gray light flashed in front of his eyes, and then, he heard the sound of "plop", "plop" falling to the ground behind him.

Without looking back, he knew that his two followers were definitely lying on the ground right now, unable to move. Because he was very familiar with the spell Clark used just now, it was the leg-locking spell he had used on Neville before.

It's just that Malfoy didn't understand why there were only two people who fell when there was only one spell. Of course, now is not the time to think about it.

"What do you want~" Malfoy was so frightened that he was about to cry, but he still tried to stay calm.

"Please sit down, Draco."

Clark's voice is very pleasant. If you ignore the environment in the empty classroom and the two guys lying on the ground, just listen to the voice, you will think that this is an elegant noble gentleman entertaining him in the gorgeous living room guest.

However, Malfoy, who was being entertained, was standing nervously at the door, raising his hands obediently, not daring to move. This was only because a wand made of beech wood was firmly pointed at his chest.

At Clark's friendly invitation, Malfoy obediently sat on the chair. The light blue activated rope swam behind him like a snake, dragged Crabbe and Goyle aside, then put it on the doorknob, and closed the door with a bang.

Malfoy was startled by the sudden slamming of the door. Clark, as if he didn't see it, tapped the chair and table in front of him with his wand, cleaned them up, and then sat across from him.

"I invited you here today because I wanted to talk to you about Hagrid raising the dragon." Clark put the wand on the table casually, as if he wasn't worried that Malfoy would get angry and take the wand away.

"Are you trying to scare me?" Malfoy stole a glance at his wand, then looked away.

After all, he is also the young master of a pure-blood family. Although he was spoiled and raised, he is not as sophisticated as his father, but he is somewhat knowledgeable. After experiencing the initial panic, he quickly realized that this is Hogwarts!

"boom!"

"That stupid man raised a dragon, which is illegal, enough for him to enter Azkaban!"

In the empty classroom, Malfoy, who had recovered to a normal level of intelligence, clenched his hands into fists and hammered hard on the table, supporting his tense body, leaning forward to meet Clark's penetrating gaze, Threatening words were spoken.

Unfortunately, facing Malfoy who wanted to exert pressure, Clark just leaned his body back slightly, as if looking for a more comfortable position, then raised his chin slightly, put his hands on his abdomen, and stood at forty-five degrees Looking down at him from a corner.

"What does that have to do with me? I didn't come to talk to you about how to send people into Azkaban. If your vision is only so small, I think I can only talk to your father in person. gone."

There was no emotion in Clark's words, as if he really didn't care about Hagrid's breaking the law.

This also made Malfoy a little unsure about paying attention, and the resistance he had finally mustered up was also reduced a bit by Clark's continuous elimination and hitting skills.

"Then what do you want to do?" he asked again.

Clark didn't answer, but instead asked an irrelevant question: "I heard that your family adopted a giant dragon in a dragon farm in Romania?"

Malfoy was taken aback for a moment, and was very dissatisfied with Clark's inconsiderate reaction, but this question just tickled his itch.

So he replied in a slightly smug tone: "Of course! Our family will go to Romania every holiday,

Look at those Romanian horned dragons, why, are you going to beg me to send that little dragon to the dragon farm? "

He was very much looking forward to the fact that the bastard in front of him, who was always pretending, would beg him in a low voice, and then show a desperate expression when he ruthlessly refused.

It's a pity that the extravagant hope in his heart was shattered. Clark just looked at him with pity in his eyes, shook his head and sighed, "Poor! Poor!"

"Poor what?" Malfoy was taken aback by his reaction.

"You spent so much money and expended so much energy, but ended up raising dragons for others and making profits for others. In the end, you only got a little leftovers of dragon manure and flower fertilizer. You are still very happy like this. Isn't that pitiful enough?"

What Clark said made Malfoy very embarrassed. Of course, he knew that what the other party said was true.

"It's enough that I like it, at least the dragon is named after me," Malfoy argued, "It's much more reliable than you sneaking a baby dragon, and you wait to go with the big stupid Squat in Azkaban!"

"No! No! No!" Clark stretched out a finger and shook in front of him, "You are wrong, we are not secretly raising dragons. Aren't you surprised, usually we buy They are all alchemy materials such as dragon scales, dragon blood, and dragon horns. When have you ever seen someone selling dragon eggs? Such precious things, Hagrid is just a small gamekeeper, how could he get it?"

In the wizarding world, in order to better protect magical creatures and also be restricted by the "International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act", the British Ministry of Magic deliberately divided the levels of trade goods.

Among them, Class C trade goods are commodities that can be traded in large quantities and are completely harmless, such as lemongrass, white fresh and bezoar, etc. You can easily find these things even in Muggle pharmacies.

Class B trading items are powerful magic materials that may cause a certain range of influence and need to be traded under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic, such as unicorn tail hair, dragon blood, and poisonous leopard glands. These things are not available in the Muggle world. Once they are lost, the Ministry of Magic must send someone to recover them and delete those Muggle-related memories.

As for Class A trading items, they were all non-trading items that were explicitly prohibited from trading by the British Ministry of Magic. Whether they were imported or sold, they would be severely punished.

For example, the eggs of living venomous leopards, Chimera beasts, and acromantulas, each of these things will cause terrible harm to the Muggle world, and the scope of impact is very wide, far from one or two A wizard's clerk can handle it.

Among them, the fire dragon egg is listed as a Class A non-trade commodity by the British Ministry of Magic. Even in Knockturn Alley, which is a black market, it is difficult to find a fire dragon egg.

Only the most powerful smugglers can occasionally get one of these things, but most of them are secretly looking for someone to trade in. The buyers and sellers are very fixed, and outsiders can't figure out the way at all.

Hagrid's fire dragon egg was stolen by Quirrell from the dragon raising family when he met Voldemort in Albania. Later, in order to get a way to deal with the three-headed dog Lu Wei, he took it out and lost to Hagrid by playing cards.

Of course, Malfoy doesn't know the secret behind this.

In his eyes, Hagrid was able to obtain a fire dragon egg, which was indeed a very incredible and enviable thing. At the beginning, he was soft-spoken, but he couldn't let his father let go and get him a fire dragon Egg.

Could it be that this poor man who lives in a dilapidated wooden house is more powerful and richer than their Malfoy family?