Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Taking advantage of the gap between the sorting ceremony, Clark clicked on his attribute panel and focused on two of them.

[Chaos Magic Power]: Wizard professional specialty, the magic power of chaos flows in your body, through fixed casting actions and spells, you can guide it to achieve any purpose you want. It should be noted that this disordered force sometimes produces unexpected surprises! ——Children, move your hands and launch it!

[Chaos infection (magic influence)]: Personal state, the power of chaos is eroding your soul and body, you will unconsciously tend to the chaotic camp, the more you use this power, the faster the erosion will be. — My dear, I seem to have lost my mind.

really!

Clark looked at the two status descriptions provided by the fragments of the Godhead of Knowledge, and then compared the scene in front of him. Just using his brain, he understood the purpose of the sorting ceremony.

This is a soul-anchored magic ritual! To be precise, this is a camp solidification ceremony for little wizards. This ceremony has already begun when Professor McGonagall explained the situation of the academy.

When the four founders of Hogwarts established this school, in order to suppress the erosion of young wizards by the magic of chaos, they specially divided the school into four colleges, and divided each college into individuality. , brave, loyal, clever, ambitious.

Only extremes can resist chaos. Four academies, four qualities, seven years of study and life, cooperation and competition among classmates guide the young wizards to identify with their own academies step by step, as well as the corresponding culture of the academies.

This subtle education method is similar to years of psychological hints. It cultivates students with suitable characters, which in turn affects their own chaotic magic power, restrains and solidifies it. Although it suppresses their development, it also avoids The loss of control of the chaotic magic power caused these little wizards to become silent.

And the beginning of this restraint started from this sorting ceremony.

As for seven years later, when the little wizards became adults, their personalities stabilized and they had stronger control over the magic power of chaos. As long as they were not overly addicted to black magic or suffered major psychological blows, they could live normally for a long time.

It wasn't until they got older and their wills weakened that they showed their chaotic side of magic again, becoming crazy and ugly, like old witches in horror stories.

"Justin Finchley!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The Sorting Ceremony continued, and sometimes the hat called out the house's name immediately, but at other times it took a while to make a decision.

For example, Seamus Finnigan, the sandy-haired boy next to Harry, sat on the stool for almost a full minute before the hat announced that he was sorted into Gryffindor.

And Clark has also deduced based on these news that there should be no incantations on this hat. Perhaps it is just feeling the chaotic magic power of the little wizards, so that they can be assigned to the appropriate academy so that they can successfully complete the soul anchoring ceremony.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione almost ran to the stool, and hastily put her hat on her head.

"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled.

"It should be from Ravenclaw. It seems that in the direction of restraining the magic power of chaos, sometimes acquired choices are more important than talents." Clark secretly wrote down the notes in his heart.

By the same token, when Neville Longbottom's name was called, he should have been a better fit for Hufflepuff, but the hat took a long time to make up its mind about Neville, calling out "Gryffindor many".

As for a man like Malfoy, when he swaggered past it, he got it right away, screaming "Slytherin!" almost as soon as the hat touched his head.

Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle,

Show that you are very satisfied with yourself.

At this time, there were not many people left.

Maughan... Knott... Parkinson... Then the Patil twins... Then Sally Ann Box... Finally, it was finally—

"Harry Potter!"

As Harry walked forward, there was a sudden humming and murmur throughout the dining room, like the hissing of a small flame.

"Potter, is he calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

The restaurant was crowded with people, and everyone looked forward, hoping to see his appearance clearly.

All eyes were on the boy who was sitting in the chair. His body was thin and thin, and most of his face was covered by a dirty hat. Only a few strands of messy black hair stubbornly protruded from the brim of the hat. come out.

But even such an ordinary and even a little weak appearance can't stop people from loving and admiring him.

"Gryffindor!"

There was a deafening cheer from the lion cubs when the Hat yelled, sorting the Boys Who Lived into Gryffindor.

Percy, the prefect of Gryffindor, stood up and shook his hand tightly, and the Weasley twins shouted, "We've got Potter! We've got Potter!"

Clark looked at the lively scene in front of him, and for some reason, a strange idea came to his mind.

"Clark Prewett!"

He took a step forward and walked forward, with his back straight and his movements appearing calm and elegant, which is a habit formed by his long-standing noble education.

The little wizards in the lower grades also let out a buzzing whisper when they heard his name, but this time it was different from Harry Potter, and more of them were directed at him, a child from another family. Jealousy and admiration.

"Is that the little genius from the Prewett family?"

"He looks very ordinary, as expected, the rumors are all false."

"He is so handsome and has such a temperament, I love him to death."

"You know, I danced with him at a ball last year! He's so cute." Hermione even heard someone at the Ravenclaw table behind her showing off her contact with Clark, and felt It's like eating a hundred lemons, and the whole person is not well.

Clark ignored the noise, sat on the four-legged stool, and put the hat on his head.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and a small voice came from his ear.

"Hmm... Interesting, very interesting, this kind of powerful control, it is rare to encounter such an orderly magic power, you must be a good boy who knows the rules!"

Clark only felt an invisible force teasing his soul, all kinds of strange emotions and desires wanted to turn up from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that under his adult self-control, he was suppressed again.

But even so, some emotions were detected by the Sorting Hat.