Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Like Hagrid, his dog was apparently not as vicious as he looked.

After the bulldog named Fang jumped on Ron's body, he stuck out his tongue and licked Ron's ears and cheeks like he was licking his favorite food.

Clark looked at it and reached out and touched it with interest. He also raised two large Alaskan dogs at home. Although this caused a headache for his house elf, it also brought him a lot of joy.

And when Fang was touched by Clark's familiar technique, he immediately abandoned Ron, lying in front of Clark and unfolded his belly.

"Clark, you are very popular with Ya Ya."

Hagrid smiled and poured each of them a strong cup of hot tea, then took out a stack of grey rock-like flatbreads with a faintly sweet smell from the oven.

"That's right, I like small animals very much."

Clark took the tea with both hands and asked with a smile, "Do you know my name?"

"Of course, son of Gryffindor. I've heard your name a long time ago, little genius of the Prewett family."

Hagrid winked at Clark as he took the rock cakes out of the pan one by one.

When Clark heard this, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, "Actually, I don't know what the situation was at that time."

"You will definitely be an excellent Gryffindor. Like your father and uncle, this is the first time I have seen this situation in my school for so many years."

Hagrid put a whole plate of rock cakes in front of them. Taking advantage of this gap, Harry hurriedly introduced his good friend to him.

"This is Ron."

Clark also immediately introduced Hermione.

"Another little brother from the Weasleys, right?" Hagrid said, glancing at Ron's red hair.

"I spent most of my life trying to drive your twin brother out of the Forbidden Forest."

Rockskin almost knocked out their teeth, but for Hagrid, the taste might be just right.

While Clark and Hermione were grinding their teeth with cookies, Hagrid asked about their class.

Harry and Ron talked to Hagrid all the interesting things since the beginning of school, especially what happened in Potions class just now.

"Snape gave you ten points!?"

Hagrid opened his mouth at Clark, and the crumbs of the rock cake fell into his beard.

"He never gave Gryffindor extra points! It would be nice if he didn't deduct points for Gryffindor!" Hagrid said in surprise, "What did you do, he actually gave you extra points!"

"Clark answered Snape's three questions!" Hermione said proudly, with a proud look.

"Actually, it's nothing."

Clark explained quickly, and at the same time repeated his answer.

And when he finished speaking, Hagrid was silent for a while before sighing: "Ah~ that's how it is, your last words... I remember Lily, Harry's mother, Lily Potter, at school. I had a good relationship with Snape at the time."

"My mother and Snape have a good relationship?!" Harry suddenly became excited, he could hardly believe that the oil-headed monster like a big bat would be his mother's good friend.

"Yes," said Hagrid after thinking about it, "I was a gamekeeper at Hogwarts for a long time, well, your mother, Lily, was the kindest and smartest I've seen in all these years. A witch, she was good at so many classes at Hogwarts, it's hard to believe she's a witch from a Muggle family, and potions is the best one."

"At the time, Snape was a little outcast at school, so although one was Gryffindor and the other was Slytherin, Lily always took good care of him," recalled Hagrid.

"So Snape's metaphor is for my mother?" This made Harry even more surprised, and he felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought that Snape was actually mourning his mother deeply.

"Well, it should be. They are the kind of friends who are very close. At first, they could be said to be inseparable. Apart from sleeping, classes, meals, and even self-study were all stuck together." Hagrid replied.

Hearing this, Hermione glanced at Clark secretly, while Harry asked eagerly, "And then?"

"Later, then Snape that... well, I mean Professor Snape had a disagreement with your mother over something, and eventually the two parted ways, and your mother married your father, James Potter. I Thought Professor Snape had forgotten about your mother, but he actually cared about it all the time."

"What kind of disagreement?" Harry continued.

"Well...I don't know." Hagrid evaded, as if he didn't really want to discuss this topic. "Oh, by the way, Ron, how is your brother Charlie?"

Hagrid changed the subject bluntly, "I like him very much, he is always very good at those magical creatures."

Seeing this scene, Clark couldn't help sighing in his heart, "Love parting, I can't ask for it" is indeed the eight sufferings of Buddhism, and Snape's life can be said to be deeply involved.

When Ron told Hagrid about Charlie's study of dragons, Harry found a small piece of paper under the teapot warmer. It was a clip from the Daily Prophet:

The latest report on the Gringotts break-in

The investigation into the July 31 Gringotts break-in continues. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

It is generally believed that this is the work of an unknown black power witch and wizard.

The goblins of Gringotts reiterated today that nothing was stolen.

The underground vault searched by the trespassers was in fact emptied earlier in the day.

A Gringotts Goblin spokesperson told reporters this afternoon: "There is no comment on what is in the vault, please do not interfere."

Harry remembered that Ron had told him on the train that there was an attempt to rob Gringotts, but Ron had not told him the exact date.

"Hagrid!" said Harry. "The day the Gringotts break-in happened was my birthday. It's possible we were there when it happened!"

"Oh, my God!" Hagrid suddenly exclaimed, turning his head around, looking at the clock on the wall.

"Oh my God!" said Hagrid, "it's so late."

Hagrid hurriedly grabbed his jacket.

"I'm really sorry, children, I, I suddenly remembered, I have an appointment at night, we'll have a good talk next time we have a chance." Hagrid put the rock cakes on the table into Clark and the others' arms.

The four little guys were driven out inexplicably, and each one's pockets were filled with heavy rock cakes.

But Clark knew very well about Harry's doubts. Not only did he know what was in the package, he also knew who asked for it, and he knew where the real Philosopher's Stone was.

But now his attention was caught by another piece of information.

[Ding, you have collected some information about the transfer certificate, please explore by yourself. 】