Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Harry didn't show up until late in the evening.

"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione was the first to see him and asked curiously.

And Ron rushed over happily.

"We won! You won! We won!" he slapped Harry on the back hard, shouting, "Me and Seamus took on Crabbe and Goyle, Neville shot Malfoy in the eyes Green! He is still lying in the dormitory this time, but Clark gave him medicine and said he would be fine."

As a real Gryffindor, the group fight made him very excited.

"Talk about the Slytherin lesson! You're all waiting for you in the common room, they're throwing a party and Fred and George stole some cake or something from the kitchen."

"Forget about that for now," Harry said breathlessly, looking very nervous, "we'll find an empty room, you listen to me tell you..."

After Harry was sure that Peeves was not in the house, he turned around and closed the door, and then told Clark and the others what he had seen and heard just now.

"After the match just now, I left the locker room and saw Snape sneaking into the Forbidden Forest to meet Quirrell. Clark was right, that thing was Nicole Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, Snape Trying to force Quirrell to help him get that stone!"

"What?" Hermione exclaimed, and then looked at Clark. She remembered that Clark said that Professor Snape was a good person, but Quirrell had problems.

How could Harry see the opposite of what Clark said?

Clark was expressionless, as if he was listening carefully.

"Snape asked Quirrell if he knew how to pass Lu Wei, and mentioned Quirrell's 'secret trick'. I guess, besides Lu Wei, there are probably other agencies guarding the stone. Lots of magical witchcraft, maybe Quirrell cast some anti-Dark Arts spells and Snape needs to undo them."

"You mean, the Philosopher's Stone is safe only when Quirrell can resist Snape?" Hermione frowned and analyzed very calmly.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"That's over. Judging by Quirrell's performance, the stone may not be there next week." Ron shook his head and sighed, not having much confidence in Quirrell.

Harry looked at Clark again, hoping he would give him an idea, but Clark smiled, not panicking at all.

"Don't worry, Principal Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world today, and Hogwarts is the principal's territory. Even if Snape has any ideas, he won't be able to implement them in a short while."

"Besides, I believe that Professor Quirrell can be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and he is not as weak as you think. Don't worry!"

Clark's words were like a reassurance pill, instantly relaxing Harry and the others.

As Clark said, Quirrell is indeed braver than they imagined.

In the weeks that followed, although he looked paler and thinner, he did not appear to be completely broken.

Harry and Ron thought that Quirrell was under pressure from Snape, but only Clark knew that Quirrell was possessed by Voldemort's remnant soul and consumed too much of his vitality.

But he didn't care about that, as long as Dumbledore was still at school for a day, the Philosopher's Stone was safe.

What's more, he has a back hand, a very ordinary-looking crow, which is always staring at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor.

That was Clark's familiar, the crow Fokkin, who was specially designed to prevent Voldemort from taking risks because of the influence he caused.

Apart from these little things, after five months of uninterrupted morning jogging, Clark finally completed the special task of [Join Running].

[Sports Running]: General expertise,

You gain an additional +2 bonus to your agility while running. (You need to run along the Black Lake for 150 consecutive days, and reach the limit every time, and then invest 1500 experience points to get this feat. The current progress is 150/150.)

However, seeing that he only had 1640 experience points, he could only sigh helplessly, and chose to give up this specialization for the time being. He had to save enough experience to upgrade to prevent various emergencies.

Compared with the beginning of the school year, the students now have recognized his erudition, which actually leads to a much lower gain in experience points. No matter how good he was in the course, it couldn't surprise people anymore, because that's what it was supposed to be, Clark was just that smart.

This made Clark feel like making a big fuss. Fortunately, his self-control ability is relatively strong, and Hermione reminded the supervisor, so that the magic power of chaos will not go to his head.

At the same time, in order to shield himself from these chaotic thoughts, Clark began to spend more time in the library with Hermione, studying potions and alchemy, which also made Hermione very happy.

Hermione, who is a bully in elementary school, has also previewed most of the courses this semester in order to catch up with Clark. This made her start to make a review plan not long after the new semester.

"Hermione, the exam is still hundreds of years away."

On this day, Harry and Ron came to the library to find Clark and Hermione again. The two of them couldn't help talking when they saw Hermione mark all the notes with different colors and draw out the key knowledge of each subject.

"Only ten weeks," Hermione retorted without looking up, "not hundreds of years, of course, for Nico Flamel, that's just the blink of an eye, but only if you have a Philosopher's Stone. "

"Of course I want one of those things too, who wouldn't want it? Right, Clark." Ron asked Clark for help, but Clark ignored him and just looked at the "Advanced Analysis of Potions and Spells" in front of him.

So he went on: "Ten weeks is a long time in our short lives."

"If you just want to talk about this, then I think you can leave, Mrs. Pince doesn't like people chatting in the library!" Hermione's tone was a little impatient.

Ron looked up into the distance, and found that Mrs. Pince was looking here with an unkind expression.

He casually grabbed a book that Clark had in front of him, spread it out, then took out two water jugs from his pocket, and put them in front of Clark and Hermione.

"It's nothing, it's just that I seldom see the two of you in the lounge recently, so Harry and I brought some pumpkin juice here to see you." Ron pushed the kettle towards them in a doggy manner, but Hermione didn't appreciate it.

"Come on, if it weren't for some special circumstances, you and Harry might not come to the library once a semester. Tell me what's going on, I have to study hard."

Hermione unceremoniously picked up the kettle and took a sip.