Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

When the last bit of pudding on the table disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up again, knocked on the glass in front of him, and the auditorium returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year freshmen, no students are allowed to enter the forest area on the school grounds. Some of our old classmates should also remember this well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes glanced specifically at the Weasley twins.

"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the hallway between classes."

Dumbledore glanced at the Weasley twin again.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Anyone who is interested in participating in the college team please contact Ms. Hooch.

"Finally, I must tell everyone that those who do not want to encounter accidents and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Dumbledore finished the precautions in one breath, and those who were as timid as Neville naturally kept it in their hearts and prepared to be a good student, while those like the Weasley twin brothers didn't listen at all.

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!" Dumbledore said loudly, and Clark noticed that the smiles of the other teachers seemed to froze.

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and a long golden ribbon flew out of the wand, twisting and coiling lines of words high above the dining table like a snake.

"Each choose their favorite tune," said Dumbledore. "Get ready, sing!"

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, please teach us, whether we are bald old people..."

Fortunately, Hogwarts didn't have the habit of doing radio gymnastics. As expected, no student in China or the West liked this kind of group activity.

Clark resisted the urge to complain, pinched his nose and sang the entire school song. After the opening ceremony was completely over, he hurriedly followed Percy through the noisy crowd and out of the auditorium with other first-year Gryffindors , climbed the marble stairs to the dormitory.

Along the way, Percy led them through deep corridors lined with whispering portraits, and as they passed through doors concealed behind sliding panels and hanging draperies, they saw The living armor was rattling.

This is a full body plate armor! They are still possessed by demons!

In Faerun Continent, such a set of plate armor is enough to buy a small manor, become a noble knight, and pass it on.

Clark looked at these armors, drooling over the wealth accumulated by Hogwarts. If all of them were refined into steel golems, it would definitely make the enemy's scalp numb.

But these little wizards were so sleepy, they were all yawning, they could only drag their heavy feet up the stairs, without even looking at these things, they had no energy at all.

While walking, the person in front suddenly stopped. Ahead of them, a bundle of walking sticks was floating in the air, and Percy took a step forward, and the sticks flew towards him.

"It's Peeves," Percy waved the wand in his hand, pointed at the bundle of canes, and whispered to the first-year students at the same time: "A ghost who likes to play tricks."

He raised his voice again and said, "Peves—make yourself visible."

He was answered by a loud, harsh, popping sound like a deflated balloon.

"Are you asking me to find the bloody Baron?"

With a puff, a dwarf suddenly appeared, with a pair of evil black eyes and a big mouth, floating cross-legged in mid-air, holding the bundle of walking sticks firmly with both hands.

"Ho ho ho!" He giggled, "It turned out to be a nasty first-grade kid! It's so fun!"

Suddenly he sprang upon them,

The students were stunned for a moment, only Clark put on a defensive posture.

"Go away, Peeves, or I'll tell Bloody Barrow that I'm not kidding!" Percy yelled.

Peeves stuck out his tongue, made a grimace, and disappeared with a "poof".

The cane, which had lost its snatch, fell from the air, but fortunately Clark had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and stretched out his hand to help Neville avoid it. They heard Peeves take off, his armor clanging as he flew by.

"You should be on guard against Peeves." Percy said, leading everyone to move on, "Bloody Barrow is the only one who can stop him, he even listens to us prefects." Not going in. Here we are."

At the end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very rich woman in pink.

"Password?" she asked.

"Dragon scum," said Percy.

The painting was seen to move unsteadily forward, revealing a circular opening in the wall. They all crawled through the hole in the wall, Clark even gave Neville a hand, and after that, they found themselves in the Gryffindor common room.

It was a cozy circular room fanned out around an unlit fireplace with plush red armchairs.

Percy led the little witches through a door to their bedroom, and then led the boys into another door.

Going up a spiral staircase, they finally found their berths on the top floor.

Yes, the first-year dorms are at the very top of Gryffindor Tower, and they need to climb more stairs and are farther away from the common room. The old students in the seventh grade live at the bottom. It seems that even in a magic school, there is a seniority ranking among the students.

Six four-poster beds, hung with curtains of crimson velvet, were arranged in two rows against the rocky wall.

In addition to "Incarnation of Knowledge" Clark, "Savior" Harry, "Cousin" Ron, "Gryffindor Sword Master" Neville Longbottom, "Explosive Wizard" Seamus Finnigan and "Passerby" "Dean Thomas, all live in this dormitory.

Their suitcases and pets had already been brought up, and Clark saw his suitcase lying under his bed.

The five little wizards were all exhausted and didn't want to talk any more. They put on their pajamas one by one and fell asleep immediately.

Only Clark was still full of energy. Taking advantage of this time, he finally had time to study his data panel carefully.

"Allocate 200 experience points to the wizard profession!"

Clark looked at enough experience points in front of him, regained the feeling he had when playing the game, and chose to upgrade the wizard level without hesitation.

【Ding! Your wizard profession has been upgraded to level 2]

【Ding! You get 14 (2+intelligence 12) skill points]

【Ding! You get 1 free attribute]