Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

When Clark woke up from the bed, it was already around three o'clock in the afternoon.

He was still a little dazed after taking a nap, but who told him that he still had things to do in the afternoon, and he didn't know if Malfoy would lower his bottom line a bit after suffocating like this.

Hermione had been waiting in the lounge for a while, and the first thing she said after seeing him was: "I thought you were going to release Malfoy's pigeons? Are you not afraid that he will give up?"

Clark straightened his hair that had become messy due to sleeping, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, people, the easier it is to get something, the less they don't know how to cherish it. On the contrary, the more you pay the price, you don't get it. Things, the more he can't forget them."

"Then Malfoy was punished by me and suffered such a great grievance. If he just gave up like this, wouldn't those grievances be in vain? This is the so-called sunk cost in psychology."

Hermione nodded. As a girl, she accepted this knowledge very quickly.

"Of course, it can't always be like this. From time to time, he still has to give him some sweetness. Okay, let's go first, maybe he is really anxious."

The two pushed open the door of the lounge, Clark whistled, and saw a black shadow flashing outside the window, and they set off.

On the other side of the school, our Draco Malfoy was standing by the Black Lake anxiously, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

After a hasty lunch at noon, he dismissed his two attendants and came to the edge of the Black Lake alone, ready to wait for Clark to find him.

In fact, Malfoy had originally planned to stay in the Slytherin lounge so that Clark could not find him. But after thinking about it, he finally gave up on this idea.

He really, really likes that little dragon, so in order to prevent the other party from finding him, Malfoy even found such an empty place, no matter which floor of the castle it is on, he just needs to look out of the window. At a glance, he can be found.

However, he soon regretted it. Although the sun in spring is not so fierce, it would be too much for anyone to stand for such a few hours.

But the more this happened, the more Malfoy didn't want to leave. He had been standing for so long, and he was full of sincerity. If he just hid in the house like this, wouldn't Clark not be able to see it?

But he waited until the smoke was coming out of his throat, and he still couldn't see Clark. Just when he wondered if he was being tricked again, a crow with black feathers flew to the top of his head, making a strange cry of "Yah-ah-ah-".

Malfoy was already distraught, and hearing this ugly cry again, his heart became even more inexplicably angry. He grabbed his wand, waved it casually, and was about to shut up the crow.

Gray-white light spurted out and flew towards the crow in the sky. He thought that he would be able to clean up next, but at the next moment, that annoying crow flapped its wings and turned sideways for half a circle very nimbly, avoiding the malicious blow.

"impossible!"

Malfoy's eyes widened. Don't look at the rays of light emitted by the wizards when they used their spells, and think that their attacks still need to be aimed.

No, magic spells are not Muggle guns. This "distorted" power is naturally controlled by the wizard's subconscious mind. When they see the enemy and target the opponent in their consciousness, no matter how the enemy's body avoids, attacks Will go hand in hand.

Of course, this does not mean that the wizard's spell will never fail. A powerful mage in another time and space once said "Magic must defeat magic (only magic can defeat magic)!"

Wizards themselves have their own magic power, so they only need a period of duel training, and they will soon be able to master the "distortion" characteristics of magic power,

In this way, a layer of natural twisted and offset position, or a layer of spiritual light, is formed on one's body surface, so as to interfere with other wizards' locking on themselves.

Therefore, whether the wizard's spell is accurate or not depends entirely on the firmness of the will of both parties. Of course, this kind of distorted force of will is also a manifestation of the wizard's charm. Sometimes, you only need to look at the wizard's appearance. In terms of temperament, one can roughly judge the opponent's strength.

But what the hell is this crow, why can't the spell hit it?

Malfoy's mind was full of doubts, he waved his wand disbelievingly, and tried again.

However, in the face of the crow that could not be locked, the tiny magic light was not as good as a Muggle pistol. The black crow was like a ghost floating in the air, dancing lightly, leaping upwards for a certain distance, the gray-white curse just flew past its belly, without even hurting a single hair.

"Ya-ya-"

After avoiding the spell, the crow flew closer, and the ugly cry seemed to be a mockery of Malfoy.

"Damn it! You're here to bully me." Malfoy swung his wand vigorously, as if he was swinging a baseball bat. He was so angry that he had already decided to use a powerful range spell that he hadn't mastered yet.

"flame……"

"Hey! Draco, are you going to burn the bird?"

There was an indescribable appeal in the hearty laughter, as if a basin of cold water poured over his head, extinguishing the anger in Malfoy's heart. He turned his head and looked back, and saw Clark leading Hermione down the steps not far away.

Of course, Clark couldn't get Malfoy to cast an area spell. The crow was his familiar. It was also relying on Fokkin's monitoring of Malfoy that Clark could grasp his whereabouts.

After hearing the familiar voice, Malfoy immediately put the annoying crow behind him, and accused Clark who had just walked over: "You are late!"

Of course, Clark could hear a trace of resentment in the other party's voice, but he smiled indifferently, as if he had settled for Malfoy.

"It's because you came early, Draco, it seems that you value little dragons very much." He looked up at the crows circling in the sky, "It is said that in the ancient East, people who see crows will get good luck , Maybe today is your lucky day."

Malfoy had never been to the East, so he naturally didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but just looking at the smile on Clark's face, he felt that at least 90% of what he said was true.

It's a pity that he could only pinch his nose and follow the other person's words: "Really, that's really great. It seems that our Master Prewett has brought me some good news."

In the end, in order to save his already broken face, Malfoy deliberately added, "If the news is not good, then don't blame me for being rude."

Clark looked at his bluff, with a smile on his face, took Hermione, turned around and left.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Malfoy ran after him.

"Go and see what you want."

"what?"

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