Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Genius to remember the address of this site in one second: []The fastest update! No ads! Ron, a first-year student at Hogwarts, never imagined that by the end of the semester, he would become a little famous.

He still remembered that that day was sunny and sunny, ah no, it was cloudy and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Because the final exam was only four days away, he was restless and went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to relax, accompanied by Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas from the college.

The three little wizards were walking on the edge of the forbidden forest. The breeze blew across the green lawn and hit them gently on the face, sweeping away the sultry heat of early summer.

Then, they heard a strange noise coming from the forbidden forest.

"Crash~Crash~"

The sound was moving very fast, one time on the left and another on the right. The three Gryffindors remembered the rumors that had circulated in the school before, and they couldn't help feeling hairy. They turned around and wanted to leave, but the next moment, a black figure came out of the dark and gloomy Forbidden Forest with a "whoosh" sound. fall in front of them.

"Ouch-"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The strange screams in thick voices startled the fascinated little wizards around, and some even bounced from their seats.

But they didn't have the heart to complain about the culprit, they just kept urging: "What about later? What about later?"

The protagonist of the story, Ron, is standing on the long table in Gryffindor at the moment, telling vividly about the big event that happened on the edge of the Forbidden Forest yesterday.

There were circles and circles of little wizards around him. Looking from above, there were no less than forty or fifty people in the dark. Among them, there were both senior students in this college and junior wizards from other colleges.

Ron cleared his throat and looked up at the eyes looking up at him, and a heat surged in his heart, rushing straight to the top of his head, making his ears and cheeks flush as red as his hair.

This feeling is so addicting&;;;(￣︶￣)&;;;!

"That guy is at least three meters long, with a long crocodile-like body, a pair of large bat-like wings, and a wingspan of more than five meters. The four claws are sharp and sharp, and the mouth is full of sharp fangs. With black scales reflecting golden sunlight, it looks terrifying."

"Didn't you just say that the weather was cloudy at that time? Where did the golden sunlight reflect?" One of the senior wizards who were watching suddenly raised his bar, causing the surrounding young wizards to glare at him.

"This is just a metaphor. Do you understand the metaphor? It doesn't matter. Anyway, that fire dragon looks fierce and scary."

Ron found that his eloquence was still a little worse than his cousin's, and the story was about to be made up, ah no, it was impossible to continue.

"After the fire dragon emerged from the Forbidden Forest, he howled, thinking of us and rushing towards us. To be honest, I was so frightened at the time that I was about to turn around and run away, but I saw Neville and Dean beside me being attacked. I was so frightened that my legs went weak, I sat down on the ground, and couldn't escape at all, I gritted my teeth again, and released a 'Thunderbolt Boom Charm' at the fire dragon, and the fire dragon was startled by the loud noise..."

Clark sat on the long table in Hufflepuff next door, eating his morning bacon and fried eggs, while watching Ron dancing not far away, telling how he fought the fire dragon to save Neville and Dean's.

"Actually, I can do this kind of thing, and I'm sure it's much better than that guy said." Draco Malfoy sat on the long Slytherin table behind him, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Clark could hear a trace of jealousy in his words.

"Of course you have more important things to do," Clark also lowered his voice, as if two agents were connecting, "Hagrid has already taken the professors to the Forbidden Forest, and maybe he will be able to put the little one in the next second. Bring back the fire dragon."

He just finished speaking.

"Ron Weasley! What are you doing? Get off the table." An angry voice came from the gate, and Professor McGonagall, who was wearing a dark green robe, looked at him with a livid face.

However, when the little wizards saw Professor McGonagall's figure, they quickly reacted, and the entire auditorium was boiling.

They clearly saw that Professor McGonagall, Flitwick and Professor Snape followed Hagrid into the Forbidden Forest early in the morning.

Malfoy looked at Clark in shock, thinking that his mouth must have been kissed by a crow.

The little wizards abandoned Ron one after another and flocked to Professor McGonagall.

"Professor, how is it?"

"Professor, have you caught it?"

"Dean, is what Ron said true? Where is the dragon? Are we going to send it away?"

Professor McGonagall's blood pressure rose due to these noises, and his brain was buzzing. He couldn't help covering his chest. The noisy sound was about to overturn the magic ceiling of the auditorium, but more quick-responding little wizards have already Bypassed her and ran towards the door.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Yeah, it's so beautiful!"

Every little wizard who passed through the front hall and stood at the gate expressed such emotion.

Ron's monotonous analogy just now was even worse than Aunt Mary's stockings, and could not reflect the charm of a fire dragon at all.

In front of them, the raging fire dragon lay quietly on the lawn outside the gate and fell into a deep sleep.

At first glance, this little guy is not yet an adult, with a body length of only three meters. From a distance, it does not look like a living thing, but looks like a work of art crafted from obsidian.

A body of round and glossy black scales is properly draped over the body, reflecting colorful rays of light in the sun.

The slender figure shows the most perfect curves, and it is more dynamic than the new Ferrari sports car this year. It is the best combination of biological evolution and aerodynamics, and the perfect embodiment of speed and power.

If every man can't refuse a supercar, then every little wizard can't refuse to ride it and be a dragon knight.

"Leave it!"

I don't know who made a head in the crowd, and the little wizards standing at the door began to shout.

"Yes, keep it!"

"Leave it!"

"It belongs to Hogwarts!"

Maybe it's because of the fun~www.readwn.com~ or maybe it's because of impulsiveness. Anyway, more and more children are involved, and the voices gradually become uniform and converge into one sentence.

"Leave it!"

"Leave it!"

"Leave it!"

The huge sound made Flitwick and Professor Snape, who were standing beside the fire dragon, change color, and the body of the lying fire dragon shook a bit. Fortunately, the sleeping potion configured by Snape was effective enough. This little guy He turned over and went back to sleep.

It moved!

The little wizards were even more excited. No matter how the three deans shouted, they couldn't stop it. Anyway, the law does not blame the public.

"Quiet, children." A soft voice rang in the ears of each little wizard, as if possessing some kind of magical power, which successfully calmed their excitement.

Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, appeared behind them with a smile on his face.