Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Looking at the puzzled Malfoy, Clark slowly told the "truth".

"The dragon raised by Hagrid belongs to the private property of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"what!"

The setting sun in the distance was about to set, and the dim light passed through the dilapidated windows of the classroom and sprinkled on Clark's face, making his dark golden pupils look like the scorching sun, breathtaking.

As an experienced traveler, Clark's [Blur] skill has reached 31 points, which can be regarded as just crossing the threshold of a skilled player. In addition, his intelligence attribute and charisma attribute have reached 14 points. Malfoy, who is of ordinary qualifications, can already be regarded as crushed.

In addition, he was disturbed by Clark's previous series of actions and words, and now his mind is confused, and he can no longer seriously distinguish the truth of the other party's words.

"Hogwarts' private property! Are dragons going to be kept in the school? Where are they kept, for our classes?" Malfoy's voice raised a few degrees and became a little shrill.

Clark pushed up his glasses unhurriedly, "It's just that I have this idea, and I'm just preparing to implement it. How can it be so fast."

Smart lies are often nine truths and one falsehood. Clark has already oppressed Malfoy very hard just now, so he will be ready to relax.

"You must know that raising a dragon is not that easy." Clark spread his hands and shrugged, not to mention how sincere he was.

"of course."

Malfoy nodded. He had had this idea before, so he naturally knew how difficult it is to raise a dragon in England.

If Clark said that Hogwarts could raise dragons with absolute certainty, then he would have to be skeptical. Even if this school has the most powerful white wizard in the wizarding world, it is difficult to fight against the general trend between countries. He is a "good" person and cannot do whatever he wants!

"But the matter is not hopeless."

Clark extended a slender finger from his right hand.

"First, Hogwarts' application for raising dragons is mainly for teaching, not for profit-making. This fundamental difference can greatly eliminate the hostility of some dragon-raising families in Eastern Europe and reduce the pressure they receive."

Clark held up a second finger.

"Secondly, Hogwarts raising dragons will be a good introduction. You don't think that those pure-blood wizard families in England really don't envy the profits of the dragon industry?"

"Although in order to open up the British market, those dragon-raising families in Eastern Europe transferred part of their benefits to some pure-blood families in the UK, but eating the leftovers left by people is not as satisfying as eating alone?"

"It's just that they haven't found an opportunity. Those old guys are all very cunning. They don't want to rush forward and bear the pressure of those dragon raising families. Now that there is such a good opportunity, how can they let it go?" ?They will definitely support Hogwarts raising dragons.

Regardless of others, if there is a real chance, your father Lucius Malfoy will definitely want a piece of the pie. "

Clark held out a third finger.

"Thirdly, and most importantly, the principal of this school is the recipient of the Medal of Merlin, the President of the International Federation of Wizards, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and Albus J. Dumbledore!"

"With these three points, Hogwarts' application for raising a dragon can be put on the agenda."

Malfoy, moved by his reason, couldn't help but nodded.

Indeed, these three reasons of Clark’s can be said to be comprehensive. They not only solved the counterattack of the dragon raising family in Eastern Europe, but also the hind legs of the British interest groups, and there was a leading figure standing in front of the stage. The odds of a dragon license are really high.

"Then why did you come to me?" Malfoy was not stupid,

As the heir of a pure-blood family, just because he lacks experience doesn't mean he's a fool.

"Although we are sure, it doesn't mean we are completely sure. The Malfoy family still has a lot of influence among pure-blood wizards. If this kind of thing can get your support, there will be fewer accidents."

Facing Clark's compliment, Malfoy showed a reserved smile on his face, but at this moment he is not mentally handicapped to the extent of being under the Imperius Curse. For some things, this Slytherin has learned to fight for himself.

"Of course I don't count for this kind of thing, but with my father, I think I can still talk. So, helping you, what benefit can 'I' get?"

Malfoy emphasized the pronunciation of the word "I", but unfortunately Clark's next move disrupted his plan once again.

Negotiations, of course, let the other party come at their own pace. In this regard, he is still a little younger than Clark.

"It's getting late." Clark stood up and put his wand into his sleeve. "I still have to go to dinner. Let's talk next time when I have time."

After speaking, without waiting for Malfoy to stay, Clark stepped over the two Goyle who were lying on the ground, and left directly.

That night, Ron was still lying in the school hospital sadly, and Harry was tossing and turning on the bed, worrying about his life as a breeder. Only Clark slept soundly.

He is still very satisfied with his performance this afternoon. With the presence of the "goddess" of the dragon, the availability has been released. Next, he just needs to wait for Malfoy, the "dog licking dog", to come along by himself.

The development of the matter was just as he expected, Malfoy did not dare to keep the "goddess" waiting for a long time.

Early the next morning, Clark was sitting at the long table in Gryffindor eating honey muffins, and Hermione was next to him, discussing with him some questions in the process of preparing the dragon power potion last night.

At this time Malfoy walked behind them alone, listening to the words "dragon blood" and "dragon egg shell" that popped out of their mouths from time to time, his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

"I wrote to my dad about this last night," Malfoy said, lowering his voice on purpose to create a sense of heaviness. "Before he reacts, I think we need to talk! How about after dinner?"

Clark smiled, picked up the cup and took a sip of milk, which was much more mellow than the domestic product of a certain cow and a certain profit.

"That can't be done. We have herbal medicine class with Hufflepuff in the morning. I can't skip class. It's better in the afternoon."

His reasons were impeccable, and Malfoy could only nod aggrievedly, "Alright then, I'll wait for you in the empty classroom yesterday."

"No need, I will come to you naturally when the time comes."

After speaking, without waiting for Malfoy to answer, Clark took Hermione to class.

"Hey... bah...how to pretend, let's see how you find me this afternoon."

Malfoy looked at the backs of the two leaving, spat in disdain, turned around and returned to the long table in Slytherin.

"Draco, I just saw you go to Gryffindor, what are you doing? Did that Prewett provoke you again?"

Pansy Parkinson asked with concern. As Malfoy's friend, she also knew about the conflict in the Quidditch stands last time, so she was afraid that Clark was here to trouble Malfoy this time.

But Malfoy didn't want to tell her about the dragon, so he dealt with it with a few simple words.