Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The sound of "clang, clang, clang" glass knocking was very clear in the Gryffindor lounge at night. In order not to wake others up, Hermione quickly got up and gently pushed open the window.

Then she saw Clark's pet crow, clutching a paper bag bigger than itself, flying in very lightly.

Harry and Ron moved their heads closer to see what it was holding, but Clark pushed it away immediately.

"It's just that I asked an elder who works in the Daily Prophet to help collect some detailed information related to the British dragon industry."

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, immediately lost interest in such literal things.

But Ron soon discovered the new continent, "Clark, I seem to have seen your pet crow before! I remember... I remember... That's right! It was the night we dueled Malfoy last year." , it was this crow! It was it that brought us to the corridor on the fourth floor and escaped Filch's capture."

When Ron said this, Harry also quickly reacted. He looked at Fokkin carefully, and finally nodded, agreeing with Ron.

"Yes, it was indeed it that night!"

Ron looked at Fu Jin, then at Clark, and said with a smile: "So cousin, you have been caring about us that night. Unfortunately, I thought you were timid and didn't dare to go out with us."

"You can pull it down! Who cares about you, a big man." Clark scolded with a smile.

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener meant it. Hermione, who was standing aside, had two red clouds on her face. She suddenly remembered that she occasionally saw this crow outside the dormitory window...

But it was too late after all, and before Hermione's thoughts spread, Clark began to urge them to go to bed and rest.

The next morning, when he woke up, Ron's palm bitten by the dragon was, as Clark said, swollen to twice its original size.

The wound that had been treated and healed had also turned an ugly green color, with sticky pus flowing out, and also exuded an unpleasant, disgusting smell that seemed to be rotting raw meat. Norbert's teeth are really poisonous.

He lay on the bed, whimpering in pain, and turned his eyes to Clark for help. Being a vain Gryffindor, he didn't want to go to the hospital hospital because it would make him feel too vulnerable.

It's a pity that Clark shook his head and broke his fantasy. In the afternoon, Ron felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, and had no other choice but to go to Madam Pomfrey.

After the day's class was over, the three of Clark rushed to the hospital and found that Ron was already lying on the hospital bed. The situation was worse than he imagined. It seemed that Clark had miscalculated. The dragon who hadn't brushed his teeth How powerful it is.

"It's not just my hand," Ron grunted in pain, "although it hurts like it's going to break. To make matters worse, Malfoy told Madam Pomfrey that he wanted to borrow a book from me, So he came in and gave me a good laugh. He kept threatening to tell Madam Pomfrey what bit me, and I told Madam Pomfrey it was a dog bite, but I thought she I don't believe it."

"It's okay, he just wanted to take revenge on you." Harry comforted him from the side, "Didn't Clark tell you all about it? He won't tell the teacher about Xiaolong."

Ron Lie grinned, showing an ugly smile, "Of course I know that, do you think I'm afraid of him? I used the fact that he was beaten in the last Quidditch match to taunt him severely, you If you didn't see the expression on Malfoy's face, it was wonderful."

"You shouldn't provoke Malfoy, Clark is going to talk to him about raising dragons," Hermione said.

The smile on Ron's face stagnated, and he sat up from the bed, wanting to apologize,

But Clark waved his hand, indicating that it doesn't matter.

"I said I was talking to Malfoy, but his father Lucius is the one who can really make the decision. If I have enough interests, even if I beat Malfoy and trample him underfoot, Lucius won't say anything more. The benefits are not enough, no matter how much we please Malfoy, his father will not cooperate."

Clark's words were full of confidence. Obviously, the materials sent last night were still very useful.

Before they and Ron could continue talking, however, Madam Pomfrey walked in and told them to leave, saying Ron needed to sleep.

"So when are we going to find Malfoy?"

After leaving the hospital, Harry couldn't wait to ask, as soon as Ron lay down and went to Hagrid to take care of the little dragon Norbert, it fell on him alone.

"Don't worry, I'll go find him right away." Clark patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry thought he was comforting himself, and quickly said, "There's no need to rush, I just..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Clark quicken his pace and greet Malfoy who had just turned the corner at the end of the corridor.

"Hey..." Harry was afraid that he would suffer alone, and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Hermione, "Don't worry, Clark can do it. If you go, maybe something bad will happen."

As she spoke, she grabbed Harry, turned around and went up the stairs beside her.

"Hey, isn't this our son of Gryffindor, the Light of Wisdom, why is he here alone?"

Malfoy saw the backs of Harry and Hermione turning away, and quickly guessed why Clark came to him, it must be because of Hagrid's dragon raising, and he became rampant in an instant, and the two followers behind him were even more so. With a ferocious smile.

Clark had a calm expression on his face, as if the sound in front of him was just a dog barking, and that haughty look instantly angered Malfoy.

However, the next moment, Clark's words made him change his attitude.

"Are you sure you want to be here and talk to me about how to get a giant dragon?"

"You... what do you mean?" Malfoy began to lose his composure, his voice began to waver, and he was a little at a loss, like an otaku who was suddenly confessed by a goddess, both excited and nervous.

Clark didn't explain much, just looked around. This is the only way to the auditorium. Although it is not time for dinner, there are still little wizards passing by from time to time.

"Change the place! Let's have a good talk." His tone was light, but he couldn't refuse.

Malfoy nodded subconsciously, as if obsessed, followed behind Clark despite the dissuasion of the two followers.

A few people turned around, found an empty classroom, and walked in directly.

"Stand up and stop dead!"