Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

No sooner had George and Fred left than someone very unwelcome showed up.

"Having your last meal, Potter? When will you take the train back to your Muggle home?"

Malfoy's face was covered in red scratch marks, and he was writhing his neck from time to time, as if his clothes didn't fit him well, while Crabbe and Goyle stood beside him like two bodyguards.

"Now that you're back on the ground, with your little friends by your side, you'll be more courageous." Harry put down the fork in his hand, and said coldly.

Of course, Crabbe and Goyle weren't exactly little ones, but since the guest-of-honor table was full of teachers, they didn't dare to make a fuss, so they grimaced and snapped their fingers.

"I'm willing to fight you alone anytime," said Malfoy, who couldn't even look at Clark now. Although he didn't know why he suddenly felt itchy all over, he could guess that it had something to do with Clark.

"Tonight, if you're okay. A duel between wizards. Wands only—no touch. What's the matter? You haven't heard of a wizard's duel, I suppose?"

"Of course he's heard of it." Before Harry could speak, Ron agreed, "I'm his assistant. Who is your assistant?"

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle, weighing them one by one.

"Crabbe," he said, "it's midnight, how about it? We'll meet you in the trophy room, where the doors are never locked."

After Malfoy left, Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"What about a wizard's duel?" Harry asked. "And what do you mean by being my assistant?"

"Oh, if you die, the assistant will follow." Clark ate the last bit of pork chop, wiped his mouth, and said lightly.

He had been quietly watching Harry and Malfoy make an appointment just now, and had no intention of intervening at all.

Ever since he was in Hagrid's hut last time, knowing that the Sorcerer's Stone is also a proof of changing jobs, he has thought about it. If Harry didn't take a night tour this time, didn't go to the corridor on the fourth floor, and didn't go to see the three-headed dog, how would the plot of the Philosopher's Stone continue?

"Go after death?" Harry exclaimed.

At this moment, Ron caught the expression on Harry's face, and hurriedly explained: "He was scaring you. Usually, only real wizards will die in a formal duel. You and Malfoy can only shoot at each other at best." Sparks. You two know too little magic to really hurt each other. I bet he thought you'd say no, though."

"What if I wave my wand and nothing happens?"

"Then drop the wand and punch him on the nose," suggested Ron.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Hermione had finished her meal and got up to go to the library with Clark, but after hearing what Harry and Ron said, she really couldn't help it.

Looking at Hermione standing in front of them, Harry and Ron roughly guessed what she would say.

"Could people stop eating here?" Ron said.

Hermione ignored him, but said to Harry: "You must not wander around the school at night, think about it, if you are caught, how many points will be lost to Gryffindor, and you will definitely be caught Yes. Are you really too selfish to learn from Clark?"

"Oh, I knew you'd say that," Ron muttered.

Harry was still a little guilty at first, after all, this was a violation of school rules, but after hearing Hermione's words, he felt rebellious in his heart: Clark didn't dare to do this, but I did it, then wait for me After defeating Malfoy, I am no worse than him.

So he lowered his head and didn't even look at Hermione, just said dully: "This matter really has nothing to do with you."

Ron even issued an order to evict the guest,

"You'd better go find your Clark."

Obviously Hermione's last words had stung him.

Facing such two people who didn't know what to do, Hermione also turned her head and left angrily.

At night, Clark was lying on the bed, and he could clearly hear Harry and Ron discussing outside.

"If he tries to cast a spell on you, you'd better get out of the way because I don't remember how to block the spell."

While Ron was advising Harry, both Dean and Seamus fell asleep (Neville hadn't returned from the hospital yet).

Clark drew the curtains and pretended to be asleep.

He didn't want to be part of Harry's adventure tonight because he had to get up early for a run at five o'clock tomorrow morning.

This is not a joke, he has already completed one-third of the special task of [Sports Running].

Besides, he didn't really ignore it, he had already arranged everything that should be arranged.

"It's half past eleven," Clark finally heard Ron whisper, "we have to go."

Then there was the rustling of clothes, the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor, the sound of opening the door, and the sound of going down the stairs.

After these voices disappeared, Clark grumbled and fell asleep completely.

The next morning, Clark got up early as usual, looked at Harry and the others who were soundly asleep, shook his head, and went for a run first.

When he came back from running and took a shower, Harry and Ron woke up unexpectedly.

"Hey, Clark, you must have never imagined what we went through last night." Harry and Ron shouted excitedly when they saw Clark.

It seems that both of them are very excited about seeing the big dog with three heads and getting close to it, and they are eager to experience it again.

"It seems that your experience last night must have been very cool!" Clark rubbed his head and said very jokingly.

Harry nodded, and hastily told him everything that happened last night.

From Malfoy's failure to keep the appointment, to when they were chased by the administrator Filch, to when they escaped to the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor with the help of a crow, and saw a big dog with three heads, and Trapdoor under the dog's feet.

Also, Harry told Clark and Ron exactly about the little package that seemed to have been transferred from Gringotts to Hogwarts.

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"It's either extremely valuable or extremely dangerous." After listening to Harry's words, Ron immediately began to guess what it was that needed such strict guarding.

"Or both." After Harry finished speaking, he looked at Clark.

Clark had no choice but to agree and nodded, and said casually: "It may be an alchemy item that is only about two inches long."

Apart from these, they couldn't guess anything.