Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: [] The fastest update! No ads! Ron, a first-year student at Hogwarts, never imagined that he would become a little famous at the end of this semester.

He still remembered that the day was sunny and sunny, ah no, it was cloudy and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Because there were only four days left before the final exam, he felt agitated and went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to relax. At that time, Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas from the academy were also with him.

The three little wizards were walking on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The breeze blew across the green lawn and gently hit their faces, sweeping away the sweltering heat of early summer.

Then, they heard a strange noise coming from the Forbidden Forest.

"Wow~wow~"

The sound moved quickly, on the left for a while, and then on the right for a while. The three Gryffindors thought of the rumors that had been circulating in the school before, and couldn't help but feel hairy. They turned around and wanted to leave, but the next moment, a black shadow sprang out from the dark and gloomy Forbidden Forest with a "whoosh", fell before them.

"Aww—"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The hoarse voice startled the young wizards who were listening fascinated, and some even jumped from their seats.

But they didn't bother to complain about the culprit, they just kept urging: "What happened later? What happened later?"

Ron, the protagonist of the story, is standing on the long table in Gryffindor at this moment, vividly describing the big event that happened yesterday at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He was surrounded by circle after circle of young wizards. Looking from above, there were no fewer than forty or fifty people in the dark. Among them, there were both senior students from this academy and junior wizards from other colleges.

Ron cleared his throat, and seeing those eyes looking up at him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of heat rushing straight to the top of his head, making his ears and cheeks as red as his hair.

This feeling is so enjoyable\u0026;;;(￣︶￣)\u0026;;;!

"That guy is at least three meters long, with a long body like a crocodile, a pair of big bat-like wings, with a wingspan of more than five meters. The four claws are sharp and sharp, and the mouth is full of sharp fangs. With black scales, reflecting the golden sunlight, it looks terrible."

"Didn't you just say that the weather was overcast and cloudy at that time? Where did the golden sunlight reflect?" One of the senior wizards onlookers suddenly asked,

It caused the little wizards around to glare.

"This is just a metaphor. Do you understand the metaphor? It doesn't matter. Anyway, the fire dragon looks fierce and scary."

Ron found that his eloquence was still a bit weaker than that of his cousin, and the story was almost made up, ah no, I couldn't go on.

"After the fire dragon came out of the Forbidden Forest, it howled and rushed towards us. To be honest, I was terrified at the time, and I almost turned around and ran away, but when I saw Neville and Dean around me were all killed I was so frightened that my legs and feet became weak, and I sat down on the ground, unable to escape at all. I gritted my teeth again, and released a 'Thunderbolt Boom Curse' at the fire dragon, and the fire dragon was startled by the loud noise..."

Clark sat at the long Hufflepuff table next door, eating bacon and fried eggs in the morning, while watching Ron dancing not far away, telling how he fought the fire dragon and saved Neville and Dean's.

"Actually, I can do this kind of thing, and it's guaranteed to be much better than that guy's." Draco Malfoy sat on the long Slytherin table behind him and said in a voice that only two people could hear.

Clark could hear a hint of jealousy in his words.

"Of course you have more important things to do," Clark also lowered his voice, as if two agents were talking, "Hagrid has already taken the professors to the Forbidden Forest, and maybe the little boy will be taken away in the next second." Bring back the fire dragon."

He just finished speaking.

"Ron Weasley! What are you doing? Get off the table." An angry voice came from the gate, and Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a dark green robe, looked at him with a livid face.

However, when the little wizards saw Professor McGonagall, they quickly realized that the entire auditorium was boiling.

They could clearly see that Professor McGonagall, Flitwick, and Professor Snape followed Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest early in the morning.

Malfoy looked at Clark in shock, thinking that his mouth must have been kissed by a crow.

The little wizards abandoned Ron one after another, and flocked to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, what's the matter?"

"Professor, have you caught it?"

"Dean, is what Ron said true? Where is the dragon? Are we going to send it away?"

Professor McGonagall was disturbed by these voices, his blood pressure rose, his brain was buzzing, and he couldn't help covering his chest. The loud voice almost knocked down the magic ceiling of the auditorium, but more little wizards who responded quickly had already He bypassed her and ran towards the gate.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Yeah, it's so beautiful!"

Every little wizard who walked through the front hall and stood at the gate expressed such emotion.

Ron's monotonous analogy just now is worse than Aunt Mary's stockings, and it can't reflect the charm of the fire dragon at all.

In front of their eyes, the fire dragon that was making such a fuss was quietly lying on the lawn outside the gate, falling into a deep sleep.

The little guy looked like he was underage, and was only three meters long. From a distance, he didn't look like a living thing, but a work of art carved out of obsidian.

A body of round and glossy black scales fits properly on the body, reflecting colorful rays of light in the sun.

The slender figure, showing the most perfect curve, is more dynamic than the new Ferrari sports car released this year. It is the best combination of biological evolution and aerodynamics, and the perfect embodiment of speed and strength.

If every man can't refuse a supercar, then every little wizard can't refuse to ride it and be a dragon knight.

"Leave it!"

I don't know who started the crowd, and the little wizards standing at the door began to clamor.

"Yes, leave it!"

"Leave it!"

"It belongs to Hogwarts!"

Maybe it was because of fun, or maybe it was because of impulsiveness. Anyway, more and more children participated in it, and the voices gradually became uniform and converged into one sentence.

"Leave it!"

"Leave it!"

"Leave it!"

The huge sound made Flitwick and Professor Snape standing next to the fire dragon change color, and the body of the fire dragon swayed even more. Fortunately, the sleep potion that Snape prepared was effective enough, this little guy Turned over, and continued to sleep deeply.

It moves!

The little wizards became even more excited, no matter how the three directors shouted, they couldn't stop it, anyway, the law does not blame the public.

"Be quiet, children." The soft voice sounded in the ears of every little wizard, as if possessing some kind of magical power, which successfully calmed their excited mood.

Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, appeared behind them with a smile on his face.