Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The days pass by in a dull way, and Christmas is just around the corner.

One morning in mid-December, the students of Hogwarts woke up from their sleep, and suddenly found that overnight, the outside of the castle was covered with several feet of snow, and the wide black lake was even covered with snow. A hard layer of ice.

This made the little wizards very happy. After all, both snowballing and ice skating are very interesting activities.

And since drinking the intelligence-enhancing potion last month, Clark has calmed down a lot.

There is no way, such a precious magic potion is usually the best when you drink it for the first time, and resistance will develop later.

Moreover, the snake egg of the rune snake was the simplest potion he could come into contact with. In fact, swallowing the snake egg directly would also be effective. Clark made such trouble, but it was only for better efficacy of the medicine.

However, the effect of the rune snake egg is really good. After drinking the intelligence-enhancing potion, Clark's memory, concentration, and reaction ability have all been greatly improved.

This also led to his concentration in casting spells and the improvement of his combat response, which was reflected on the system panel, that is, his [Concentration] and [Spell Identification] skills also increased by 2 points.

Now his attributes are considered pretty good among the first-year little wizards, and even compared with the second-year little wizards, they are not much worse.

Name: Clark Prewett

Age: 11 years old

Race: Human/? ? ?

Attributes: Strength 8, Dexterity 9, Constitution 9, Intelligence 14, Wisdom 12, Charisma 14

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Occupation: Level 3 Wizard (0/600)

XP: 1600 (unallocated)

Skill Points: None

Attribute points: none

Status: Chaos infection (magic influence), godlike oppression

Occupational Skills: Education 37, Concentration 40, Bluff 31, Arcane Knowledge 27, Spellcraft 21, Rope Art 34, Document Interpretation 23

Legendary Skill: Knowledge is Power (included with Godhead)

Personal Specialties: Chaos Magic (occupational feat), Dexterous Left Hand, Photographic Memory, Nobility, Mobile Casting

Looking at his beautiful panel attributes, although the experience points are enough to upgrade to another level, Clark also decided to take a break for a while.

After all, in the past two months, with the improvement of his wizard level and strength, the state of [chaotic infection] caused by magic power has also increased, and at the same time, his control over his own power has also decreased. These issues will take time to process and digest.

With the end of each course, Christmas is approaching, and the little wizards are eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the holiday, even Hermione is no exception, she has no intention of studying now.

Only Clark is still insisting on going to the library to read every day. He didn't plan to go back this holiday. Anyway, there was no one at home, so he felt more comfortable on the Hogwarts campus.

Because of the cold weather, warm fires began to be lit in the Gryffindor common room and the school hall.

However, the airy corridor outside was still so cold, and the biting cold wind rattled the windows of the classroom, which forced the passing students to wrap their thick cashmere coats tightly.

Of course, the worst thing was Snape's Potions class. In that cold and damp underground classroom, the mist exhaled by the little wizards condensed in front of them, merging with the steaming heat in the cauldron in front of them. .

"I feel so pathetic."

In the last Potions class of the year, Draco Malfoy said to his two followers: "I'm going home to spend Christmas with my parents soon, but there are still some who have been abandoned by their families. People have to stay in school."

As he spoke, he was still squinting at Harry and Ron. It was obvious that he was provocative.

Since the last Quidditch match,

Malfoy transferred some of the malice against Clark to Harry.

He was extremely angry at Slytherin's failure in the game. Of course, it was not because of any sense of collective honor. Malfoy was not so conscious yet. jealous of the opportunity to show off.

It's a pity that all the young wizards in the school adore Harry, the newly promoted sports star, no matter what he says bad about Harry, no one responds, which makes Malfoy, who is angry and jealous, have to retake Harry had no family business to tease him about.

However, neither of them paid any attention to him. Harry was actually not very sad about it. He really didn't want to go back to the Dursleys' house for Christmas, so when Professor McGonagall registered the students staying on vacation last week, he Sign up now.

As for Ron, he had to stay because the Weasleys were going to visit his brother Charlie in Romania.

For this reason, Harry and Ron were not irritated by Malfoy, nor did they give Snape a chance to deduct points.

Just because the two of them don't care, doesn't mean the others don't care.

Clark, who was sitting behind Malfoy, poured a bottle of ink into the spare cauldron casually, added some chopped crow feathers and leech slime, stirred it a little, said a spell, and then took advantage of Snape's turning around Chance, standing up suddenly, put the cauldron on Malfoy's head.

The pitch-black ink poured down like a waterfall, drenching all over Malfoy's body, dyeing him black, and the people around him hadn't reacted yet.

"Ah~"

With the cauldron on his head, Malfoy stood up in fright, yelling, he still didn't know what was going on.

"What are you doing!" Snape strode up to Malfoy and Clark, and the young wizards around also looked at them.

"I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I think you'll need to keep slugs in the basement all Christmas, Mr. Prewett." Snape stared at Clark like a big bat.

Under such circumstances, Clark didn't panic, and pointed directly at Malfoy and said, "Professor, Malfoy insulted me just now. Not only me, but also my parents, Harry and Neville's parents!"

"My father and uncle, surrounded by five Death Eaters, fought and retreated, sacrificed bravely and tenaciously; Neville's parents, tortured to the point of madness by the Death Eaters, just wanted to find out the whereabouts of the mysterious man; Harry's mother, in order to protect her child, died under the spell of the mysterious man.

They all sacrificed to resist the great cause of You-Know-Who, we can't reunite with them, we can only stay in Hogwarts, but you, but you Malfoy said we were abandoned by our parents, you are insulting them ! You are denying their sacrifice! I want him to apologize! "

Clark complained excitedly, with tears in his eyes. Under his affectionate statement, the entire classroom fell silent, and some little witches even looked at him sympathetically.

"Ten points from Slytherin!"

Snape's voice was colder than the weather outside, what Clark said just now stung him.

"Draco, sorry!"

Malfoy, who was wet and ink was still dripping from his robes, was blushing. Of course, his face was dark at the moment, and he could see it, but through his eyes, he could still see the anger burning in his heart.

However, no matter how angry he was, he could only lower his proud head under the eyes of everyone.