Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Hermione believed Clark's words completely, so she was the first to react.

"No wonder it's been so long. Malfoy hasn't reported Hagrid's dragon raising to the professors. He actually wants Norbert too!"

Clark nodded, and Harry and Ron also breathed a sigh of relief for Hagrid. They had been worried that Malfoy would report it, but now it seems that they don't have to be afraid of him.

"Malfoy's father is one of the school trustees of Hogwarts, as long as Malfoy is persuaded, then the school trustees' problems will be solved."

"Can Malfoy convince his father?" Ron said, "My father told me at home that his father used to be a Death Eater!"

Clark smiled.

"If you don't try it, how will you know? Don't worry, the task of lobbying Malfoy is left to me."

Since someone took the initiative to take on the most difficult task, Harry and Ron naturally had no objections. And Hermione trusted Clark very much. Among them, only Hagrid still had some concerns and seemed hesitant.

Finally, under the persuasion of Harry and Ron, Hagrid finally agreed to let Clark try first.

Anyway, no matter whether it succeeds or not, he has the opportunity to stay with Xiaolong for a while.

After making a preliminary plan to deal with the little dragon, Harry and Ron lived like a year for the next week.

After returning from Hagrid's hut, Clark seemed to have forgotten what he said. He and Hermione got together every day to discuss the matter of refining the dragon power potion, and he was often invisible.

Because of this, the burden of going to Hagrid to help fell on them.

One Wednesday night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Hermione and Clark were still sitting in the Gryffindor common room, heads together, looking at the alchemy notes in front of them.

"Here, it says that 'Moon Dew' should be used to neutralize the treatment of dragon blood. What is this 'Moon Dew'?" Hermione asked, pointing to a term on the note.

"The so-called 'moon dew' is the dew formed by the condensation of moonlight. This precious material is only available on the night of the full moon..."

Clark tilted his head, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly smelled a subtle fragrance, like orchids and chrysanthemums, very elegant and refreshing.

He looked up, and saw Hermione was lowering her head, taking notes seriously. The orange fire light shone on her face, like a tempting apple, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly. Casts a nice arc.

Clark's mind became hot, and he blurted out: "Hermione, you still wear perfume today."

Hermione's face was flushed, and she shook Clark's arm with her fist.

"Nonsense, who wears perfume. I just changed to the latest hair softener, it's just the fragrance of that thing."

As she spoke, she smoothed her long hair with her hands, and Clark found that her hair was indeed a little different. They are no longer matted, but soft and shiny.

"I said how you have fallen behind in your studies recently. It turns out that you have spent your mind on it. Be careful not to lose your mind. But there is one thing to say, Hermione, you have been really beautiful recently."

Hermione grinned, showing her cute rabbit teeth, and her smile was very bright.

"When! When! When..."

Just at this time, the wall clock on the wall struck twelve o'clock, and the portrait hole in the lounge was suddenly opened. Ron and Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak, as if falling from the sky, and by the way, also eliminated a certain atmosphere in the lounge.

The two of them had gone to Hagrid's hut to help him feed Norbert, and the Charmander was now eating dead crated rats.

"It bit me!" Ron said aggrievedly, showing Clark his palm with a bloodstained handkerchief wrapped around it.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to hold a pen this week,

Let me tell you, dragons are the scariest animals I've ever seen.

I regret it, I shouldn't have persuaded him to keep the fire dragon and set up a dragon farm.

Didn't you see that the way Hagrid treated it made people think it was just a little fluffy rabbit.

By the way, after it bit me, Hagrid didn't allow me to attack it. I was really wrong, he is irrational in this respect. When I left, I heard him singing a lullaby to it. "

Ron complained endlessly, and Clark became a little impatient when he heard it. He grabbed his hand decisively and lifted the handkerchief. This rude action made him groan in pain because it involved the wound.

There was a circle of uneven wounds on the edge of Ron's palm, which looked like he was bitten by a wild animal.

Clark waved his wand and whispered "clean up", and the blood on Ron's hand disappeared immediately.

"Hmm..." Clark carefully looked at Ron's wound, "It seems that you need to go to the school hospital and see Ms. Pomfrey."

"Oh, my God, is it so serious?" Ron frowned, and subconsciously wanted to retract his arm, but found that he couldn't move it at all.

While holding his hand, Clark took out a bottle of fresh water from his magic pocket, shook it, and sprinkled it on Ron's wound.

"Hiss..." Ron gasped, his facial features squeezed together like a daisy, "Take it easy! Cousin Clark!"

Seeing this scene on the side, Harry shivered in fright. He also went to Hagrid's place today. Fortunately, Ron rushed to feed the little dragon at that time, otherwise he would suffer, and it was probably him.

"Okay," Clark put away the small bottle, "you must not wear dragon leather gloves as I said! How many times have I said, you must work hard and pay attention to safety! The teeth of the dragon are the same as those of science Like the Lodo dragon, they all carry a very powerful biological toxin. I cleaned the wound for you, but it was only temporary, and only Ms. Pomfrey has the corresponding medicine."

Ron moved slightly and found that the wound was not so painful. At least tonight's sleep should not be a problem.

But he still felt a little resentful in his heart, so he blurted out to Clark: "I saw that it was very honest under your hands, so I wanted to touch it, but who knows what kind of madness that little thing suddenly went into, and bit me back.

Also, by the way, didn't you talk to Malfoy about applying for a breeding license? Why is there no movement at all, why don't we contact Charlie and send Xiaolong away, I don't want to live this day! "

"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione defended, "Do you think Clark is you, acting so recklessly? He has been collecting information on this recently, so that he can be more convincing when he faces Malfoy force."

As soon as Hermione finished speaking, there was a slap on the dark window.

"It's Fu Jin!" Clark turned his back to the window, but told the situation outside the window very accurately, "Coincidentally, it seems that what I want should have arrived."