Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"Clark, do you need our help?"

Outside the boxing storm, George and Fred shouted loudly with their wands bruised.

Beside them were other members of the Gryffindor team, and not far away, the Slytherin people were already lying on the ground.

As for Malfoy? Seeing that the situation was not good, he had already surrendered obediently.

In a group fight, except for Ron who was still on the ground, Gryffindor kept spitting out bright big slugs, no one fell down, it can be said that the overall situation is settled.

And this also brought a little pressure to Bruce in the center of the storm.

"Why don't you talk? Clark, are you hurt? Oh, hold on, we're here to save you!"

Clark, who was trying his best to dodge, certainly didn't have the energy to be distracted to answer.

But George didn't know, he shouted and started waving his wand at Bruce who was attacking in circles around Clark.

As a melee wizard specializing in melee combat, the more sensitive Bruce himself is in combat, the greater the pressure on him from the wands held in the outer circle.

Even if he knew, because of the duel and his identity as an American wizard, the group of people outside might not dare to do it.

But his body was still one step ahead of his consciousness, contracting his back muscles irritably and making defensive movements.

Although he also corrected this in time, in such a high-intensity battle, a little mistake is often enough to be fatal, not to mention that he is facing Clark.

At the moment when Bruce stopped because of muscle contractions, Clark, who was swaying to avoid the edge of his fist, suddenly seized the space, and his whole body was like a light leaf, suddenly close to his chest.

In that way, it was like a girl in love who plunged into her boyfriend's arms.

However, what Bruce felt was not the love and sweetness between lovers. The other party's behavior of seizing the center line and getting close to him instantly reminded him of the old man who used Bajiquan when he was in Chinatown in San Francisco. .

The one that was close to him back then left him fresh in his memory.

So Bruce instantly lifted his breath and stared, tightening the muscles in his chest, ready to take Clark's attack hard.

He has this confidence. Today is different from the past. The skinny British wizard in front of him has no trace of training on his body, and he will never be able to hit such a fierce and domineering boxing technique.

Not only that, his arms also slammed towards Clark in his arms at the same time. Tigers hurt people, and people also have the heart to subdue tigers. What flaws Clark saw was not his fighting wisdom?

As long as he resists Clark's blow, he is absolutely confident that he can hold the enemy in front of him in his arms. With his arm strength, he can break the opponent's bones with just a little effort.

It's a pity that confident people are often slapped in the face, especially when facing the protagonist.

Clark, who was squeezed into Bruce's arms, did not press his shoulders, but stretched out his middle finger, pointing it like a sword, and pointed it into Bruce's chest.

This made Bruce even more relieved. As long as it is not close to the body, how powerful can two tiny fingers be?

The next moment, the devil muscle man, who was about to grab Clark, just kept his arms around him and stood there dumbfounded.

Bruce himself didn't know what was going on, he just felt like his chest was stabbed with a steel needle, and then the muscles in his whole body seemed to be overcharged. Can't move.

The fist style around the two disintegrated without being maintained, setting off Clark's hair.

In the eyes of the people around him, he stood face to face with Bruce like this, the other's body like a little giant hugged him tightly, as if an adult hugged a child.

"Clark!" George screamed. "Hey, big dick, let him go! You're done, there are six of us."

Fred was about to hit the back of Bruce's head with the Bludger's bat, but Clark's voice stopped him.

"Stop! Fred, I'm fine."

Clark stretched out his hand and pushed **** Bruce's chest. The muscular man from Ilvermorny in the United States fell hard to the ground like a stone statue.

"What's up with him?"

George and Fred moved beside Clark, bats and wands in their hands, as if preparing for Bruce's attack.

Clark reached out and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and looked at the two of them with a big smile, and the white teeth reflected a bright brilliance in the sun, just like Lockhart.

"Don't worry, he has been controlled by me and won't get up for a while."

As he said that, he didn't even look at Bruce, and walked directly to Ron, who was lying on the ground and kept vomiting.

Harry was still standing beside him now, but no one could pull him up.

Clark didn't dislike that his cousin was still spitting slugs, and pulled Ron's arm with Harry, pulling him up.

"Are you all right, Ron?"

Clark asked, Ron shook his head, nodded again, opened his mouth to speak, but didn't spit out a word.

Then.

"vomit~"

A few more slugs fell to the ground.

"Looks like we'll have to let him vomit for a while before the spell's effects wear off. Hagrid's hut is near here, Harry, can you send him over there?"

Harry nodded to Clark, and then Ron recovered and was able to stand on his feet.

He watched the two of them leave the stadium, then turned to deal with the remaining Slytherins~www.readwn.com~ At this point, only one of them, Malfoy, was still standing, and this guy inherited him perfectly. Father's talent to see the wind and the rudder, or it is their family's custom, anyway, when the situation is not good, he voluntarily surrenders, so the loss is the smallest.

Clark walked up to Malfoy, noticed his legs were still shaking a little, and patted his shoulder with a smile.

This made Malfoy tremble even more.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you, but it looks like you are the only one in your team who can talk now."

Clark saw that the Gryffindor team had begun to clean the scene, they picked up their brooms, and checked the Slytherin students who had passed out on the ground, in case any of them were too injured and missed treatment. opportunity.

Fortunately, the players of the Gryffindor team were more measured. Except for Flint who looked miserable because of Clark's attack, everyone else only suffered some skin injuries.

"Today's incident is all because of Flint's rude remarks, we taught him a lesson, and the matter is over.

If he is not convinced later, we also welcome him to communicate at any time, but if he has any messy thoughts, I think you should know what to do! "

Malfoy felt Clark's palm on his shoulder begin to force, and immediately nodded desperately.

At this time, the Gryffindor team members had already packed up, and greeted Clark with their brooms to leave.

He responded and patted Malfoy on the shoulder again, leaving Malfoy crying without tears, turning around and fighting with his comrades before disappearing into the golden sunset.

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