Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Stop playing! Stop playing!"

When she saw Harry and Clark entering the waiting room, Hermione threw the cards in her hand, got up and went towards them, leaving only the messy Ron, looking at the [horse horse that was smashed into light spots by the boulder] Human Knight], secretly swore in his heart that he would never play cards with girls again.

"You're back. How's training going?" She asked again, seeing Harry's face. "What's the matter with you? Harry, you look terrible."

Harry sighed, fell back on the warm sofa, and in a low voice, told them about Snape's sudden desire to be a Quidditch referee.

"Don't participate in the competition." Ron immediately suggested without caring about packing up the cards.

Hermione knew that Snape didn't intend to harm Harry, but after glancing at Clark, she followed Ron's words and said, "Why don't you say you're sick?"

"Pretend to break your leg." Ron had another bad idea, "No, really break your leg."

"Ron! Can you not be a fool?" Clark yelled, it was really embarrassing to have such a cousin.

"I can't do this," Harry shook his head helplessly, "there is no substitute Seeker in the team, if I quit on purpose, Wood will definitely turn me into a Bludger, let your two brothers Give me a good beating."

While they were discussing how to deal with Snape, Neville fell into the common room.

No one could guess how he got out of the portrait hole because his legs were glued tightly together.

Harry and the others could tell at a glance that he had been cast with a leg-locking spell, and he must have jumped up and down the Gryffindor Tower like a rabbit.

Everyone laughed, except Clark and Hermione.

Clark swung his wand directly and cast a breaking spell on Neville, and Neville's legs fell apart. He stood up, trembling.

"What's going on?" Hermione stepped forward and led him to sit with Harry and Ron.

"Malfoy," Neville's voice was still trembling, "I met him outside the library, and he said he's been looking for someone to practice the spell on."

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged Neville, "Sue him!"

"No need," Neville shook his head and muttered vaguely, "I punched him too, Clark, I resisted, and slapped him hard in the eyes."

He looked at Clark, expectant eyes.

And Clark didn't hesitate to praise, "Good job! For power and oppression, we have to dare to fight and resist like this. Neville, you are a true Gryffindor, and the Sorting Hat did not misclassify you."

In fact, this is also where he criticized Hogwarts. Like most western schools, Hogwarts teachers only focus on teaching, not on educating people.

Clark's voice was not high-pitched, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The little wizard who was still laughing in the lounge suddenly lost his voice, and then there was a burst of loud applause.

"Well done, Neville!"

"Malfoy is always so domineering, I have long since disliked him, Neville, you did a good job."

The praises were endless, as if they were not the ones who laughed at Neville just now.

However, Clark did not criticize their behavior of acting according to the wind. Sometimes, the mob can also be a force that can be won. After all, who is the enemy and who is the friend, he knows very well that to become a god, you have to make a lot of friends.

With everyone's encouragement, a bright smile appeared on Neville's face, as if the few kicks on him didn't hurt anymore.

"However, sometimes, resistance doesn't mean that we will be head-to-head." Clark said with a serious face. "When facing a powerful enemy, we must also master the methods and methods of fighting. When we are weak, it is also a good idea to preserve ourselves and fight in a roundabout way." A good countermeasure.

After all, your safety is more important to us. "

Neville's lips twitched, fighting back tears, and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Clark...I want to go to bed..."

Clark didn't say anything more, just asked Ron to help Neville back to the dormitory, but he made a note of Malfoy in his heart.

For bear children, no mercy!

Fortunately, the opportunity came quickly, and the Quidditch match was approaching.

Although Harry didn't care much about what Ron and Hermione said, he was getting more and more nervous.

He was thrilled to think that he could also win a Quidditch trophy for Gryffindor College as a Seeker like his father.

However, with such an eccentric referee, can they succeed?

On the day of the competition, Clark, Hermione, and Ron sat together. Today's weather is fine, the sun is bright, and the atmosphere on the field is also very hot.

Ron was still asking about Hermione's leg-locking curse, which he had learned from Malfoy's curse on Neville, and planned to cast it on Snape if he showed signs of hurting Harry. curse.

"What's that spell?" Ron was still a little nervous, clutching his wand in his sleeve.

"You've asked this many times, and it's just that your legs are stiff and dead. Don't worry, with so many people, Snape doesn't dare to do anything to Harry." Hermione said in a low voice.

"Stop nagging," said Ron impatiently. "You don't care about Harry at all."

"I think Hermione is right. If you don't believe me, look at who is sitting there." Clark stretched out his hand and pointed to the opposite side.

"Oh... oh my god... Dumbledore came to the game too!" Hermione and Ron looked in the direction of his finger and exclaimed.

Yes, they were not mistaken, the silver beard was the only one, not Dumbledore, who else could it be.

Dumbledore was sitting on the teacher's stand opposite Clark and them, and Quirrell nestled next to him, trying to shrink the space he occupied as much as possible, so as not to attract Dumbledore's attention, which made Clark very interesting.

Since Dumbledore was watching the game, absolutely no one would dare to hurt Harry.

Perhaps it was this that made Snape so annoyed as the players from both sides lined up for the pitch. If Dumbledore had said that he would come, he would not have applied to be the referee, and let the old guy see the joke for nothing.

Of course, in Ron's eyes, Snape was angry because he couldn't hurt Harry.

"I've never seen Snape look so gloomy. His plans fell through," he said to Hermione. "Look...they're off. Whoops!"

Someone stabbed Ron in the back of the head. It was Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."

Malfoy spread his arms, turned and grinned again at Crabbe and Goyle.

Sure enough, bear children and the like are the most annoying!