Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Okay!"

Clark wiped the remaining potion on his hands with a rag, and smiled brightly at Neville. This smile brightened the eyes of the little witches, and also made Neville stop crying.

"Thank you, Clark!"

Facing Neville's thanks, Clark just patted him on the shoulder.

However, when he returned to his seat and discussed with Hermione, he took his own cauldron and materials, took the initiative to replace Seamus, sat next to Neville, and formed a group with him.

As for Seamus, who was originally in the same group as him, the kind-hearted Hermione gave up her crucible under Clark's persuasion, and helped Seamus continue to complete the task of refining the magic potion.

Clark's behavior completely won the favor of the Gryffindor students, and most of the Slytherin students in the classroom also looked at him with admiration.

【Ding! Your good deeds have been affirmed by most people, and your strong personality charm has helped you gain some reputation, experience +230]

Clark ignored the message, and continued to lower his head, urging Neville to process the materials while concentrating on watching the fire.

With his simple (thoughtful) help, Neville managed to make a pot of dark blue potion that was barely qualified when the get out of class was about to end.

Snape looked at the pot of potion for a long time, almost stuck his nose in the potion, but after seeing Neville's nervous and expectant eyes, he squeezed his nose and passed through again.

"Although this thing looks like a piece of shit, it barely works. You can go."

Listening to his tone of voice, Clark vaguely sensed that his attitude towards Neville was a little different. Perhaps, it was because he saw from Neville the shadow of being bullied when he was studying.

Not only that, when he turned around, Clark heard him say "5 points to Gryffindor" in a very small voice.

He was also the first to add 10 points to Gryffindor in Snape's Potions class.

When Clark packed his things and climbed out of the dungeon along the steps with Hermione, the little wizards of Gryffindor greeted him very warmly.

Some girls even looked at Hermione next to him with jealous eyes, which made Hermione very happy, and she didn't care about the fact that she would show her rabbit teeth after laughing.

After dealing with these people, they met Neville Longbottom who was waiting outside again around the corner.

"Really, Clark, thank you so much today! Without you, I~I~"

As Neville spoke, he began to cry again, but Clark did not comfort him this time. Instead, he kept a straight face, raised his eyebrows, and shouted angrily, "Don't cry!"

Both Neville and Hermione were taken aback by his sudden yell.

"I took care of your face just now in front of others. You are a man, why are you crying! Think about your parents, did they cry! Don't cry!"

Clarke's words were extremely harsh, but the effect was excellent. Sure enough, Neville fought back his tears, and only then did his tone soften.

"I met your grandma before, she is a very good person and knows about your parents, but this is not the reason for your cowardice, do you understand?

In fact, you are not as dull as others said. When I cooperated with you just now, I found that you are very talented in herbal medicine. This shows that you are not useless, you just have a chance to perform. Believe me, you can do it of! "

Hermione also chimed in, "Yes, Neville, you're actually fine."

Tears glistened in Neville's eyes, but he just pursed his lips, resisting the urge to cry, nodded vigorously, and ran away with his textbooks in his arms.

Clark, who had just played a guest role as a spiritual mentor, looked at Neville's back and nodded, satisfied with his performance just now, but at this moment two more people appeared in front of him.

"Clark, thank you in class just now, do you have time? Hagrid invited me to have tea later, would you like to come with me?"

Harry took Ron and warmly invited Clark. Clark glanced at Hermione and originally planned to refuse. He will go to the library with Hermione later. Who wants to go with two brats? Find a big man.

However, when he thought of a certain plot behind the original book, he changed his mind and decided to meet Hagrid first to get acquainted.

After all, this Hogwarts gamekeeper can still get some wool, no, unicorn hair.

"Okay, but you have to bring Hermione with you. I made an appointment with her to go to the library to do my homework." Clark directly made the decision for Hermione, and Hermione didn't seem to be angry.

At five minutes to three in the afternoon, the four of them left the castle, the large meadow, and walked towards Hagrid's residence.

As the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, Hagrid lives in a small log cabin at the very edge of the school, near the Forbidden Forest.

The house is located on a gently curved hillside. Its shape is not much different from that of English country farms. They are directly driven into the ground with round tree trunks, built into walls like dense fences, and then piled up with birch bark. into a dome.

The style of the whole house looks rough and natural, and it is perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment. If it weren't for the crossbow and a pair of rubber overshoes in front of the gate, some people would believe that it was the residence of the spirits in the forest.

When Harry knocked on the door, they heard a nervous struggle and a few muffled barks from inside the room, followed by Hagrid's voice: "Back back, Fang, back up."

Hagrid opened the door a crack, revealing his large bearded face.

"Wait a minute," he said. "Stand back, Fang."

Saying that, Hagrid, who looked like a bear, got out of the hut. The moment he bent down to go out, the door of the hut at normal height suddenly seemed extraordinarily narrow.

He was wearing a fur vest and a windbreaker, and when he saw Harry, Clark, Hermione and others following behind him, a bright smile appeared on his face immediately.

"Great, Harry, you brought your friends, great, come in together, very few people come to my place."

Hagrid let them in with a grin, all the while clutching desperately at the collar of a huge black hound.

After entering the house, Clark immediately discovered that the interior of this log cabin was far more spacious than he had imagined.

Untrace Stretching Curse! As expected of a student of Gryffindor, it seems that this half-giant is not a person who follows the rules.

There is only one room in the entire wooden house. Dried hams and pheasants are hung on the ceiling that was originally pieced together. A copper kettle is used to boil boiling water in the brazier. There is a large solid wooden bed in the corner, and the bed is made of rags.

"do not mention it."

As Hagrid said, he let go of the black hound in his hand, and the bulldog, which was taller than Harry's waist, immediately jumped towards Ron viciously.

"Cousin save me!"