Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

From Clark's point of view, Harry and Ron's performance was terrible.

At least with their guilty conscience, it is impossible to deceive Professor McGonagall, who has many years of teaching experience.

Fortunately, Hermione opened her mouth, and Professor McGonagall didn't plan to delve into it any further, and let them go gently.

"It's lucky you didn't get killed by it. If I were you, I would be going back to the Gryffindor tower now, and your classmates might still be enjoying the Halloween dinner in the common room right now."

Without saying a word, Harry and Ron turned and left in a hurry.

Only then did Professor McGonagall turn to look at Clark and Hermione.

"You two disappointed me," Professor McGonagall's face was tense, "I am very optimistic about you, at least you two have more brains than those little guys."

Hearing this, Hermione's heart became cold, she lowered her head and said nothing. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall has always been so clear about public and private affairs.

"But you are also really good. Mr. Clark's bravery won Gryffindor at least 20 points. I will also tell Professor Dumbledore about it. Now you can go."

At this time, Professor Flitwick, who had finished examining the corpse of the troll, just walked over and handed the shortened magic rope to Clark.

"It's an amazing transfiguration spell! Mr. Prewett, with a wild imagination, maybe you should come to Ravenclaw. If you have any doubts about the spell, you can always ask me. My office is on the seventh floor. "

"Thank you, Professor, I will definitely go when I have time."

Clark respectfully took the magic rope, and put it around his waist, the rope immediately turned into a royal blue snakeskin belt, wrapped around his waist.

"I think I'm the professor of Transfiguration! Mr. Prewett, my office is on the second floor." Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Flitwick with an unfriendly expression, as if he was afraid that he would snatch away the top students in his college. of.

At this time, Snape, who had been standing by the side, said in a strange way: "Perhaps our Mr. Prewett is not only proficient in transfiguration, but also has a good swordsmanship. A sword head, clean and neat, it seems to be a good weapon." Sword."

Clark looked up at Snape, met his sharp eagle-like eyes, and then smiled. The sunny smile made Snape unconsciously avoid his eyes.

"Students are not allowed to carry sharp weapons in the school, Prewett, hand over the sword!" Snape's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, but he really couldn't say anything. After all, this sharp weapon is indeed too dangerous for a first-year wizard.

Fortunately, Clark was not an unreasonable person. Under the watchful eyes of several teachers, he directly handed the short sword and scabbard to Snape.

"Then please teach me to send the dagger home for me. This is a goblin-forged sword. It is worth a thousand gold. Professor, please don't lose it." After finishing speaking, before Snape could refuse, Clark pulled He Min's hand left.

Yeah, he's not an unreasonable guy, but he holds a grudge!

Looking at the back of Clark going away, and looking at the very precious dagger in his hand, Snape's face looked as if he had swallowed a toad alive, very ugly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it is naturally impossible for him to lose this precious sword. After all, even if he is rich enough to pay for such an expensive thing, he will still have to bleed heavily. Now this thing has become a hot potato, and it cannot be mailed by owl, so I can only trouble him to go and deliver it to Clark's home.

But these are just small things.

Snape remembered the feeling when he and Clark looked at each other just now, and he didn't bother to say hello to Professor McGonagall who was cleaning up the corpse of the troll, and strode away with a flick of his robe.

On the other side, after getting out of sight of the professors, while Clark quickened his pace,

He also leaned his body against Hermione, and Hermione grasped his arm very sensiblely, supported him, and walked towards the Gryffindor tower.

When the two returned to the common room, it was still very lively inside.

Even though it was getting late, these little wizards didn't intend to go to bed at all. They ate the food brought by the house elves and discussed enthusiastically, as if they were waiting for something.

Seeing Hermione helping Clark into the lounge, everyone stood up.

"cool!"

Applause rang out, and it was unknown who took the lead to break the silence of the scene, maybe it was George, or maybe it was Fred, anyway, the little wizards of Gryffindor just clapped and cheered like this.

"Clark, you are amazing!"

"You actually killed a giant monster!"

"Oh, look at the troll's blood on the hem of his clothes."

All kinds of voices came and went, and the little wizards surrounded Hermione and Clark in the center, wanting to get closer to see this first-year freshman who could decapitate a giant monster.

It seems that Harry and Ron, who came back early, have already told their classmates what happened just now.

[Your heroic deeds are known to everyone, gain some reputation, experience value +80]

It seems that in addition to Hermione's 1000 experience that was immediately credited to the account, there will be another wave of leeks to be harvested next.

Looking at the immature faces in front of him, Clark was very happy, his head didn't hurt anymore, and his body didn't feel tired anymore.

Holding Hermione's little hand, he tried to straighten his waist, and at the same time he had a bright smile on his face. It makes him look more confident, sunny and approachable.

The little wizards greeted him one by one, and George Weasley wrapped his arms around Clark's neck with a wink, helping Hermione share some of the pressure.

After everyone dispersed, Clark had a chance to sit down and stuff some food into his mouth. After a night of no food and another fight, his stomach was empty.

When Clark was feasting on a roasted beef rib that was burnt brown and oily, Harry and Ron each placed a plate of roast meat in front of Clark and Hermione.

"Thank you so much just now. You saved our lives and helped us out. By the way, Clark, Professor McGonagall and the others didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" The two said embarrassingly.

Clark put down the ribs and wiped the oil on his mouth. He only felt that he was much more energetic after eating and drinking.

"No." Clark shook his head, "Professor McGonagall not only didn't embarrass us, but also praised my transfiguration technique well."

He looked at Hermione and Ron, "But don't you have anything to say to Hermione about today's matter?"

Ron's ears turned red from what he said, and he sat on the sofa awkwardly. There was no movement for a long time, and the atmosphere among the four of them was a little awkward for a while.

However, just when Hermione was about to smooth things over and expose this matter, Ron suddenly raised his head and said to Hermione sincerely:

"Thank you, Hermione. It was my fault before. I was too stupid. I was jealous that you were smarter and better than me. That's why I said those bad things. Can you forgive me?"

After saying this, Ron seemed to let go of a huge rock in his heart, and his whole body was completely relaxed.

It turns out that admitting your fault is not that difficult.

A satisfied smile appeared on Clark's face, and Hermione stood up and gave Ron a big hug.

"Actually, if you and Harry can come to me, I've already forgiven you." The smile on Hermione's face was very bright. .

From this moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. At the same time, her future, under the influence of Clark, went in another unknown direction.