Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Facing his aunt, Clark once again remembered the fear of being dominated by three aunts and six wives in his previous life.

That is the blind date problem that every older man will encounter. And now, he is only a thirteen-year-old child, why should he face all this.

"Is that girl the only child at home?"

"I heard from Ron that you were inseparable at school."

"She has good grades too. I heard that she is the second in the grade, so she is a little lower than you."

Clark glared at Ron, who betrayed him, while dealing with Aunt Molly's various problems with difficulty. He finally found an opportunity, changed the subject, and invited them to use the fireplace of his own Lishen bookstore and return to the poor with Floo powder. home.

As for himself, although he had promised Aunt Molly to go to her house for dinner, but it was a rare visit to Diagon Alley, Clark still planned to go to the family's several shops in Diagon Alley to check the business situation, and come later. .

However, the sudden change disrupted Clark's plan. When he sent away the last Uncle Arthur, a burst of red light accompanied by a "crackling" sound suddenly appeared in front of him.

"What the hell!"

Clark subconsciously stretched out his arm, trying to use the psionic power of [Control Small Objects] to push the object away, but an exciting cry interrupted his movement.

A big crimson bird suddenly appeared in front of Clark. It was as big as a crane, with a slender body, oily and lustrous feathers, and a tail similar to that of a peacock with a soft golden light, and it dragged to the ground long. , The whole body is full of a strong breath of life, and it looks very beautiful.

This is? Phoenix!

Although Clark had never seen a living creature, he recognized this rare and beautiful XXXX-level magical animal at a glance.

As for why this thing appeared in front of him, Clark also roughly guessed it. After all, he believed that he was not a saint who came into the world, so how could it be possible to attract the phoenix to vote.

Sure enough, after observing the surroundings for a second, the big bird flew straight towards Clark, stopped in front of him, and handed him a note that he was holding on his claws.

Clark took the note from the phoenix's glittering claws, unfolded it, and saw the words "Hold on it" written on it, and he immediately understood what Dumbledore meant.

"The principal wants you to take me back to school, right?" Clark stared at Phoenix's two bright black eyes, and when he saw it nodded, he didn't hesitate to grab the other's outstretched tail.

As expected of a magical animal that represents the element of fire, Clark only felt that the feather he was grasping was incredibly hot, followed by a peculiar sense of ease that quickly passed over his body.

Then there was a change of light and shadow in front of his eyes, as if he had passed through a long red tunnel, and before he could react, he appeared in another room.

It's a large, beautiful circular room full of funny little decorations.

On a slender-legged table by the wall, there are many strange silverware, they rotate, spewing small puffs of white smoke, in Clark's knowledge, do not know what they do .

Looking up along the table, the whole wall is covered with all kinds of portraits. They are male and female, old and young, but at the moment they seem to have fallen asleep and are in their respective photo frames. , snoring softly.

This should be Dumbledore's headmaster's office, and the ones hanging on the wall may be the magical portraits of the headmasters of Hogwarts.

Clark had already guessed where he was being taken by Phoenix. He turned around and found that there was a huge long solid wood table in the center of the room. The four corners of the table were strange and claw-shaped.

On a shelf behind the desk lay a tattered, wrinkled wizard hat, the sort he had seen in first grade.

Seeing this thing, Clark hesitated for a moment. Of course, he knew that the Gryffindor sword was hidden in this hat. He didn't have to think about it and guessed that it must be a magic item that could provide advanced occupations.

But this time in the principal's office, he looked up at the phoenix on a tall gilded perch behind the door, and finally decided to give up.

Although the magic pocket he carried with him could completely hold the sword, Dumbledore was not there, and without the permission of the master, it was not an elegant act to steal things in the other's room without permission.

A gentleman is careful not to bully the dark room.

Even if a person is in a dark room, he must adhere to his own principles and bottom line. This is not only Clark's absolute neutrality, but also his practice of improving his xinxing and powerful spiritual energy.

Otherwise, only rely on the power of the [Psion] provided by the Godhead, instead of learning and experiencing, moving along the road and strengthening your own mind. So in the end, even if it is really strong, it is just a slave to power.

The unity of knowledge and action, power and control, is never a lie.

Besides, who knows if Dumbledore, the old honey, is hiding and peeping at his own behavior.

Just as Clark was looking at the Sorting Hat and exercising his control over greed, he was startled by the sound of an argument coming from outside the door of the principal's office.

"I don't agree to add one more board seat. We already have 12 board members, and one more is 13. That's not a good number!"

"Come on, little Bock, we are wizards, and we don't believe in the religious taboos of Muggle legends."

"Even if you don't believe it, that little guy from the Prewett family is only 13 years old. Let him be on an equal footing with us, then where will we lose face. By the way, you Theodore seems to have a niece of the same age as him, no Maybe now I'm thinking about starting a marriage."

"Shut your stinky mouth~www.readwn.com~ The quarrel is getting closer, and the next moment, the door of the principal's office is pushed open from the outside.

The first person who came in was a well-mannered middle-aged gentleman in a straight dark green suit, bow tie, and leaning on a cane. Seeing a wizard dressed like a normal Muggle in the wizarding world made Clark look at him curiously.

And when the middle-aged gentleman saw Clark, he didn't seem to have thought that there were still people in the principal's office.

Following him were two middle-aged wizards, one fat and one thin. They were wearing traditional black wizard robes. They were still glaring at each other like a cockfight. Obviously, the quarrel that Clark heard just now, It must have been sent by them.

The two were also taken aback by Clark who suddenly appeared in the principal's office, but Clark recognized one of them and greeted the fat middle-aged wizard with a smile.

"Mr. Aibo, long time no see."

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