Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"I have a problem with your choice of Lockhart as our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for the new semester."

Clark's words instantly made Dumbledore laugh, "Why, are you dissatisfied with our new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Yes," Clark said with certainty, "I just interviewed Gilderoy Lockhart today on behalf of the Daily Prophet, and I think he's just an embroidered pillow, and he can't teach us anything useful at all. "

To be honest, Clark decided to change his mind on an ad hoc basis.

Because of Dumbledore's behavior just now, he felt that it was better for him to hide.

With Lockhart's performance, Dumbledore must have seen that he was unreliable. If he pointed out Lockhart's true face and acted too smart, he might arouse Dumbledore's fear again.

"Even from a bad teacher, you can learn a lot: what not to do, what not to be."

Dumbledore didn't know Clark's stomach, so he gave his reasons directly.

Of course, that reason wasn't enough to make Clarke angry.

Hogwarts is a school of magic and Dumbledore, as the head of the school, his mission is to provide better educational services for all students who come to study here.

This temple of knowledge is not a testing ground for his own ideas, and it is not an amusement park he builds to cultivate the so-called savior.

However, these words came to the mouth, and finally all turned into one sentence, "Okay!"

Clark suddenly understood that no matter how much he said, he couldn't change Dumbledore's mind, because he was just a student, just a child.

Adults will not really accept the opinions of a child from the bottom of their hearts, just as they will never learn, when talking to children, they should squat down and listen.

The room fell silent again, and Clark could only look at Dumbledore awkwardly, "Then, Professor, if I have nothing to do, I'll go back first?"

Dumbledore nodded, and Clark walked to Fox, reaching for his tail feathers, but then he stopped again and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"Actually, I have another question, Professor, what are the silverware you put on that table for?"

"Ah! That's what you mean?" Dumbledore's face showed a smug smile, like a child introducing his favorite toy to his friends. "That's the air humidifier I bought from Muggles. They're interesting, aren't they?"

Clark was dumbfounded by his answer, and in the end he could only clench its tail feathers in Fox's dissatisfied chirping, and disappeared in front of Dumbledore with a "whoosh" sound.

After he was alone in the room, a voice suddenly came from the portrait behind him, "Dumbledore, you are too harsh on him, he is just a child."

Dumbledore didn't speak, he just took off his half-moon glasses, took a breath, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, as if this would help him see a little more clearly...

On the other side, Clark was teleported back to the second floor of Lihen Bookstore by Phoenix without any response.

It's a really comfortable way to teleport, far more comfortable than Floo powder, Portkey, and Apparition.

Clark watched Phoenix Fox leave, sank himself into the soft sofa, sighed deeply, and relieved the pressure in his heart.

In the principal's office just now, that short hour was more tiring than the battle between him and Voldemort.

Not only did he have to try his best to persuade the three school management representatives, but he also had to deal with Dumbledore's scrutiny and temptation.

Fortunately, these things have come to an end now, and he can finally rest well.

Lying on the sofa like this, Clark fell into a stuporous sleep, and didn't wake up until the manager of Lihen Bookstore came to him in the afternoon.

"What time is it?" Clark stretched, feeling only clear-headed and full of energy.

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon." The bookstore manager bent down and replied, "The signing is over, and Mr. Lockhart has left."

Clark nodded, then stopped the manager who was about to leave, and told him, "The books that Lockhart sent out, remember to count them on his account, and deduct them from the book sales."

The bookstore manager forced back his smile and exited the room, while Clark slowed down. He first picked up a pen and wrote a letter to Lucius Malfoy, giving him some pointers on the content of the conversation with the representative of the school board today. Then he took out the "Transformation Guide for Beginners" from the pocket inside the robe.

The old and second-hand textbook looked crumpled, and there was nothing unusual about it. Clark stretched out his hand and pinched it, and felt a hard bulge in the center of the book, as if there was something caught.

He opened it along the gap between the pages, and sure enough, a thin little book appeared in front of him.

No, it wasn't a book, it was a diary, a diary written by a young Voldemort.

The worn black cover seems to be full of traces of time, and the worn corners seem to tell the reader that the diary may be older than him.

Clark put his hand on the diary and gently stroked it. The touch felt delicate and smooth, as if he was often touched and played with, with a thin layer of pulp, it felt quite comfortable to touch.

"Maybe I could write something with it?"

A thought suddenly appeared in Clark's mind, and he subconsciously touched the edge of the diary, trying to open it.

However, the next moment, he maintained this action and stopped.

"What should I write?" Clark asked inwardly.

A thought came to his mind again, "Just write something."

"But serious people keep a diary!"

Clark thought of this sentence almost subconsciously.

This time, he had no new thoughts, only an invisible attraction emanated from the diary, tempting Clark to open it.

Unfortunately, Clark was unmoved, just stroking the cover of the diary without opening it.

In this repeated tug-of-war, Clark found that his use of psychic power became more and more proficient and wishful, and his psionic power also declined at an imperceptible speed.

It's a pity that after stalemate like this for half an hour, Clark clearly felt that the attractiveness of the diary began to fade away, and finally it turned back to an ordinary old diary.

He licked his lips regretfully~www.readwn.com~ was disappointed with this change, and his eyes on the diary also changed.

Clark, who is familiar with the original book, certainly knows what this diary is. It is a Horcrux made by Voldemort in his youth. It is a very powerful and evil black magic item that can prevent Voldemort from dying easily, similar to Faerun Continent The Lich's Soul Box.

Not only that, when Clark was in France, he also accepted Nicole Lemay's advice and knew that this way of making Horcruxes was actually a "return to Taiyi" ceremony in a semi-finished state, which made him even more excited. My curiosity, I wish I could immediately take apart this diary and study it carefully.

Fortunately, Clark resisted the urge, such a test item that would not resist is very rare. He can't just spoil things like this and waste good things.

What's more, resisting the temptation of the Horcrux can also exercise one's own spiritual power along the way, and the wool must be completely removed.

The only pity is that this Horcrux did not provide Clark with any powerful job transfer, but only provided a [Mage] profession.

But it's okay, good days are still to come!