Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Harry's first Quidditch match ended successfully, and the Gryffindor team defeated Slytherin by a narrow margin.

Yes, by a narrow margin!

Even if Harry had caught the Snitch, the gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin was only more than twenty points.

It was precisely because of the excitement of this match and Harry's last comeback that even after the game ended, there were still many young wizards discussing enthusiastically on the way back.

Harry couldn't hear the compliments, though, and they were walking towards Hagrid's hut now.

After the game was over, Hagrid very warmly invited them, as well as Harry and Ron, to sit down with him, enjoy a cup of strong tea, and often his newly invented snacks by the way.

"It's Snape," Ron explained, avoiding Fang Fang's drool as he washed his face, "Hermione and I both saw him staring at you and muttering, it should be your broom Hexes."

"Nonsense!" retorted Hagrid, who knew nothing of what had happened in the stands. "Why would Snape do such a thing? He had no reason."

Harry, Roth and Hermione looked at each other, not knowing what to tell him, so they turned to Clark, ready to ask for his opinion.

But Clark ignored them, just lowered his head, as if interested in the baked biscuits that Hagrid just took out of the oven.

Not knowing how to explain it, Harry decided to tell the truth.

"I discovered some of his secrets," he told Hagrid of what he had seen last night. "When I went to find Snape, I found Filch helping him with a wound on his foot."

"The wound was extremely deep, with a scorched black edge. Clark said it was the fire poison from hell. It should be the three-headed dog at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor that he was about to pass on Halloween night, but was killed by it. Bite. We figured Snape must have been trying to steal what the dog was guarding, and maybe even the troll was set out by him."

What Harry explained startled Hagrid, and he didn't even notice that the tea poured for Clark had overflowed.

"How do you know about Lu Wei?" He put down the teapot with a serious face and asked very nervously.

"Lu Wei?"

"Yes, that is the three-headed dog. I bought him from a Greek in a bar last year. I lent it to Dumbledore's guard..."

"Guarding what?" Harry eagerly wanted to know.

"Okay, don't ask any more," Hagrid waved his hand and interrupted him roughly, "That's not what you should know."

"But Snape was going to steal it."

"Nonsense, you should be calling Professor Snape," Hagrid added, "Snape is a professor at Hogwarts, so he wouldn't do that kind of thing."

"But why would he murder Harry?" Ron exclaimed, his prejudice against Snape exacerbated by the afternoon's game.

"I saw him cursing Harry with my own eyes, and Hermione saw it too, we could see it very clearly."

"I tell you, you're wrong!" said Hagrid angrily, "I don't know what happened to Harry's broom, but Snape wouldn't want to murder a student, let alone Harry. "

"Maybe it's because of love..."

Seeing that Ron wanted to argue, Hagrid grabbed a biscuit and stuffed it into his arms.

"Come on, have something to eat, listen to me, that has nothing to do with you, it's dangerous, forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding. It's about Professor Dumbledore and Nicole Between the two of LeMay..."

"Aha," said Harry suddenly excitedly, "oh, it has something to do with a Nico Flamel, doesn't it?"

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Hagrid slapped his forehead vigorously, "This is not something you should know.

"

But what he said didn't work, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked at Clark in unison.

"Well, black pepper, Hagrid, you have too much pepper in this biscuit." Clark broke open a hard biscuit, put it into his mouth with the tea, looked up and saw the expectant eyes of the three.

The tight-lipped Hagrid really lived up to his reputation. If this was changed to unknown, I thought he had leaked the news to Harry and the others on purpose.

Clark took a sip of tea to wash away the pungent smell of pepper cakes, and then he opened his mouth slowly.

"Nicole Flamel, also known as Nicolas Flamel, French, born in 1327, is the most famous alchemist in the 14th century."

Sure enough, you can trust Clark, he will never disappoint. Harry and Ron looked at him curiously, and Hagrid's face was already full of tension.

"As an alchemist, he and Dumbledore discovered twelve uses of dragon blood. If you have eaten chocolate frogs, you should have seen this sentence under Professor Dumbledore's magic picture .”

After hearing his words, Harry immediately remembered the chocolate frog picture he got on the Hogwarts Express. That picture was Dumbledore, and the picture could still move.

But Hermione discovered the problem in Clark's words. "That Nicole Flamel was born in 1327, how could he do research with Professor Dumbledore?"

Clark smiled and leaned more comfortably on the chair.

"Because that Mr. Nicole Flamel is six hundred and sixty-five years old, and he has lived until now."

"what?"

"How many?"

"Six hundred and sixty-five years old?"

Three questions in a row, even the mature and stable Hermione was taken aback, but Hagrid couldn't stand it anymore.

"Enough, Clark, this is not something you should know."

His voice was very loud, and Fang Fang was startled, but Clark was not scared at all.

"Hagrid, won't they go to the books if I don't tell you? Well, if you don't satisfy their curiosity, who knows what they'll do."

After finishing speaking, ignoring Hagrid who buried his face in his knees, Clark said straight to the point: "The little package you mentioned should contain the Philosopher's Stone."

"Give joy in suffering,

give battle to victory,

give life to the dead,

Give magic to mortals. "

"This is the Philosopher's Stone, also known as the Philosopher's Stone, the Philosopher's Stone, the Golden Elixir, and the Philosopher's Stone. It is a mythical substance, the holy grail of alchemists. Legend has it that the Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure Gold can also make an elixir of life, so that people who drink this medicine will never die."

Harry and the others received too many shocks today. An old antique who lived to be six hundred and sixty-five years old, a stone that can conjure gold, and a person who can live forever. This is really a bit confusing.

"Of course, these are just legends. As one of the highest achievements of alchemy, there are many reports about the Philosopher's Stone, but the only remaining piece is in the hands of Nicole Flamel. Presumably the one in the castle , he should have entrusted Professor Dumbledore to keep it, so you should forget about it."

【Ding! You have successfully used the 'education' skill to impart some strange knowledge to the other party, experience +30]