Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"It's not about money or money!" Ron said to Clark angrily.

The golden Kancan pressed on the power of attorney, radiating a charming light, which made his tone involuntarily soften a lot.

You know, since childhood, he has never had so much pocket money.

As a cousin, Clark naturally sensed Ron's shaking through his tone.

"Add two gold Galleons, but you have to cooperate with our interview to talk about your feelings and reflections in this incident."

Ron opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, but with the addition of the other two gold Galleons, he only felt that his tongue was glued to his jaw.

Clark smiled.

"Please, Ron, as your cousin, am I going to hurt you?

Come on, with this deal, seven Galleons are just enough for you to buy a new wand.

Thinking about your recent problems in class, I really doubt that one day, that broken log will cast a spell in reverse and send you to St Mungo's Hospital. "

Ron swallowed, and Clark knew that he was tempted now, but he just couldn't get past the level of other people's comments. After all, there were other students in the lounge, and his aggressive look just now was all seen.

Fortunately, someone helped him clear the siege at this time, and George took the initiative to stand up and persuade Ron on the shoulder, "It's not worth it, Ron. It's only seven Galleons, let me replace you, I Don't be afraid to lose face."

"I sign!"

Ron picked up Jin Galleon with a swipe, while holding the quill in his hand, he quickly signed the power of attorney.

While signing, he comforted himself in his heart, "It's not that I'm greedy for money, it's just that the other party gave too much."

Seeing that the turmoil subsided under Clark's operation, the Gryffindor students who had gathered around spread out one after another.

However, the incident just now left a deep impression on them. Some little wizards gathered together, still talking about seven gold Galleons.

For these little wizards, this money is already a huge sum of money. They didn't laugh at Ron at all, but began to envy him.

While Clark lamented in his heart the alienation of money to people, people abandoned etiquette and shame, and at the same time, he was satisfied with the effect of his own money.

Presumably by tonight, most of the students will know that a second-year wizard earned seven gold Galleons just by relying on a piece of news.

At this moment, George and Fred suddenly approached Clark and looked at him with bright eyes, startling him.

"We can also provide news materials."

"The authorization signing fee should not be seven Galleons."

"Four Galleons!"

"Three Galleons!"

"As long as we give money and there is no news, we can make news."

The twin brothers sang together, like a cross talk, making Hermione laugh, and the unpleasantness caused by Ron just disappeared immediately.

Clark looked at them both with a smile and scolded, "Fuck me."

The two guys packed up the posters and left.

Clark looked at Hermione at this point and began to educate her about today's events.

"If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, don't force it. We are an organized and related campus group. We need to learn how to do things. Like today, it can be solved with a little money, so don't intensify conflicts."

Hermione nodded, taking the words to her head.

"Just now, I was going to find you just now," Clark looked at the class schedule. "There will be a Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow, so please cooperate with me. Now that the content of the school magazine is almost done, we should invite you too. The editor-in-chief is in place."

The next day, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class started as scheduled.

Since the catastrophic events of the elf in the first class, even with Clark's help at the time, Professor Lockhart has decided not to bring living creatures into the class again.

This made Clark applaud his decision, but also made some young wizards who had not yet experienced the practical lessons complained.

But Lockhart was just arrogant, not really stupid, he knew what he was good at.

So in today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he chose to read all the books he wrote to the students.

"In the dark night sky, a full moon hung, and in the bright moonlight, she sang in a low voice, a beautiful tune I had never heard before.

I hid in the grass, feeling like I was wrapped in soft velvet, and smelled a fragrant fragrance in my nose.

This made me unable to move, not even a pinky finger, so I could only watch the boy named Jack walking towards the female ghost Ruth bathed in the moonlight..."

After reading this, Lockhart looked up at the students below, "I need two people to play the female ghost Ruth and the young Jack, are you willing?"

Little wizards, look at me, I look at you, thank you for this kind of shameful thing.

They already knew from other academies how mentally retarded this kind of behavior is, it can be called sitting on pins and needles, like a man on the back, and like a choke in the throat.

Lockhart began to glance, and each little wizard avoided his gaze, burying their heads in silence.

Finally, his eyes fell on Harry, which made Harry feel the urge to pee.

Fortunately, at this moment, Hermione raised her hand first, followed by Clark.

"Ah, that's great, Miss Granger, Mr. Prewett, please come to the podium." Lockhart gave Harry a disappointed look and invited Clark.

They took to the podium, with Hermione playing the chanting female ghost Ruth, and Clark playing the bewitched boy Jack.

"The boy's face showed an obsessed look~www.readwn.com~ and the female ghost continued to sing a sad tune. I even heard a trace of nostalgia and regret from it."

Hermione stood there and actually sang it. It was a Muggle pop song, and it was equally sad and moving.

This was the first time Clark heard Hermione sing. He didn't expect her to sing so well, and he immediately showed a state of obsession.

Lockhart was very satisfied with their performance, and continued to read: "...Unfortunately, a dark cloud soon covered the moon, and there was no moonlight that contained magic power. The voice of the female ghost's singing stopped abruptly, and her face recovered again. Looking sluggish..."

Hermione stopped singing in cooperation, with a blank expression on her face, then turned her eyes to Clark, and began to look fierce, waving her arms at him.

"...The female ghost pounced on Jack, but the boy who was bewildered by the voice not only didn't turn around and run away, but also took the initiative to meet him..."

At this time, the little wizards in the audience who were going to watch Clark's jokes have been moved by their performances and wonderful stories. They were immersed in them and worried about the dangerous situation Jack was about to face.