Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I don't know if it's a demon. I can only see it clearly after it's released."

Faced with Dumbledore's question, Clark knew that neither psychic powers nor words using Muggle knowledge would play any role in the face of this wise old man.

Because on the bookshelf behind the other party, Clark clearly saw the figure of Das Kapital. The White Devil King had already overcome the perceptual thinking mode of wizards influenced by magic power, and looked at Muggle's masterpiece of rationality.

So he decided to tell the truth.

"But I know that if I choose to do nothing because of fear and fear, and stop in place, then it will not be the Demon King but us who will be locked in the cage."

The voice fell, and the room fell into a long silence. Dumbledore looked at Clark who was standing proudly in front of him, as if he saw another haunting figure on his body, and Clark looked back at him not to be outdone. Just like the man back then.

The eyes of the two sides seemed to have clashed tens of thousands of times at this moment. Dumbledore's extremely penetrating eyes seemed to see Clark's inner thoughts clearly through the window of his soul.

Fortunately, Clark's psionic abilities [Hide Thoughts] and [Forged Feelings] are powerful enough to make him still look so calm under Dumbledore's scrutiny.

In this way, when Dumbledore retracted his gaze, Clark's spiritual energy had been reduced to only three o'clock.

"There is some truth to what you said," Dumbledore said in a deep tone with his hands on the table, his fingers touching each other, and the pestle on his chin, the half-moon-shaped glasses reflecting the candlelight, "So what you did last year, I did not oppose it, but I did my best."

Clark knew that he was talking about the fact that he planned to build a dragon farm and removed him from Hogwarts, so he nodded, "I guessed it."

"To be honest, I have been a teacher for so many years, and I have seen countless students, including some very outstanding children, but they are still a little worse than you.

Clark, you are smart, calm, self-disciplined, ambitious and idealistic, talented and full of executive power. Even me, at your age, may not be as good as you.

But too much talent then often blinds our eyes, making us lost in this extraordinary talent, thinking of ourselves as superior to others, and ignoring other better things.

Such as friendship, family, or love! "

Speaking of which, Dumbledore seemed to recall some not-so-good memories, which made his tone a little low and sad.

But before Clark could answer, Dumbledore stood up, walked around the desk, walked up to Clark, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Dumbledore was about 1.8 meters tall, which made Clark, who was standing in front of him, have to turn his head up to meet him.

"Please excuse the chatter and sentimentality of an old man, maybe time will prove you right, but as your principal, I still have to remind you that the mission of students is to study hard.

The adult world is complex and nuanced, with a myriad of undercurrents and shadows lurking in it, and it's not something you should be dabbling in right now.

You are still young and have a brighter future. The future is yours. I also hope that I can hand over the burden to you before I retire? "

There was a smile on Dumbledore's mouth, but Clark could clearly see the trace of tiredness in his eyebrows.

Yes, in everyone's impression, Dumbledore is the great wizard who defeated two Dark Lords in a row and saved the wizarding world from fire and water.

He is heroic, strong, kind, and full of wisdom, but who could have noticed that he was getting old too?

Time is fair to no one, and now Dumbledore is just an old man with white beard and hair, and a wrinkled face. Perhaps, he can wait until Dumbledore dies, inherit his position, and evolve steadily. the world to achieve its purpose.

As soon as this thought came out, it was like a clump of weeds, which began to grow vigorously in the warm sunlight, crawling all over Clark's mind.

The vigilance in his heart began to dissipate, and he subconsciously cooperated with Dumbledore's words, nodded, and the words of agreement were almost blurted out.

However, the next moment, the godhead shard in Clark's mind flashed light and woke him up.

"Damn, I almost got the old guy's way."

Clark came back to his senses, looking at the spiritual energy that had been displayed as 0 on his system panel, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

He thought that Old Deng should give up temporarily after trying to no avail, after all, Clark was also a student of Dumbledore.

However, the old principal deserved to be nicknamed the White Devil. Even without any basis, he did not hesitate to use spiritual magic to give Clark a hint. This shameless behavior is not much different from using the Imperius Curse.

Of course, in the eyes of our old principal, this kind of behavior may not be regarded as harming students, but should be regarded as a means to protect students and prevent them from falling into the dark side.

After all, Dumbledore's starting point is indeed for Clark. As long as Clark agrees, then even if he has completed a small contract ceremony, in the days to come, he will devote more attention to learning.

Of course, Dumbledore may not know that the last Obi-Wan Kenobi to do this in the heavens and the world has been killed by his good apprentice Anakin Skywalker.

Dumbledore's actions also made Clark see how terrifyingly distorted the mind of a wizard who has been inundated with Chaos magic all the year round.

This made him abandon the fantasy of transforming the magic of chaos. If the wizarding world wants to really develop, if he wants to use Hogwarts and the little wizards in the school as his ladder to the gods, he must get rid of the shackles of the magic of chaos. ~www.readwn.com~ It seems that his ordinary wizard transfer plan must also start this year.

The thoughts in Clark's heart turned back and forth, but the expression on his face remained the same, and his mouth also followed Dumbledore's meaning: "Well, I understand, Professor."

Dumbledore didn't notice his abnormality, and seeing Clark responded with a relieved smile on his face, he patted him on the shoulder again.

"It's best if you can understand my painstaking efforts."

After saying this, he sat back behind the desk again. At this time, Clark pretended to be just reacting, the blank look in his eyes flashed away, and his acting skills could be described as consummate.

Seeing his reaction, Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction, no doubt he was there, smiled and said to Clark: "Okay, I called you here today for these things, if you have nothing else, I will Let Fox send you back."

Clark nodded subconsciously, then shook his head again, almost blurted out, "One more thing!"