Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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Because Voldemort's diary is still in Clark's hands, the basilisk attack on Halloween night did not happen as in the original book.

The three of Clark followed the crowd and got into the Gryffindor public rest together. Harry and Ron had already returned.

"Hey Harry, what's going on Nick's death anniversary, is it fun?"

Hermione greeted them both, but couldn't help laughing at their unrequited expressions.

"Sorry, I'm not kidding you." She covered her mouth.

Harry and Ron seemed to have guessed the result long ago, "It's okay, that dinner was really bad!"

Ron even complained to Clark; "You must know the situation of the death anniversary party, why didn't you stop us at that time?"

"It's a blessing to suffer," Clark joked at him. "Besides, there are Halloween parties for the living every year, and death parties for the dead are hard to come by and invite. I think that's enough for you to write an introduction. The article on the death anniversary party was published in the Hogwarts School Journal."

"Good idea!" Ron recovered immediately.

Leaving behind Ron, who was thinking about how to brag, the people returned to their dormitories with a smile, and fell asleep with a sense of satisfaction after eating.

November in the Scottish Highlands is also a rainy day.

The sky outside the castle is always gloomy, and the grass is even more muddy. The little wizards have reduced the number of times they go out. Only the players of the Quidditch team often return to the lounge with their bodies covered in mud and wind and rain. inside.

November is also Quidditch month.

Even the front page headlines of the Hogwarts School Magazine have to make way for the sports section.

George and Fred have already introduced the teams of various colleges in the previous issues of the magazine, so in the latest issue of the magazine, they have made a quiz session with prizes.

If it wasn't for their status as students and Clark's dissuasion, these two daring fellows would probably have just started gambling instead of a quiz with prizes.

However, they still added a new voting page to the magazine. They only need to cut out that page, write the team they support, and then send it to the magazine, which counts as a vote.

If you guess correctly four times in a row, you can get a wonderful prize.

Because of this event, the number of subscriptions to the "Hogwarts School Magazine" has reached a new high. After all, if you want to vote, you must at least buy a magazine.

However, because Hermione had become a little bit more independent, Clark's center of gravity gradually shifted to Tom Riddle.

One of the two dares to teach, and the other dares to learn, and the progress can be described as a thousand miles.

That night, it was still the diary space and the classroom.

After teaching Clark magic knowledge, Tom praised very sincerely, "Clark, you are really hardworking. You take the trouble to learn these boring knowledge every day. Even I was not as good as you back then."

Hearing Tom's words, Clark shook his head with a bitter smile on his face.

"I once heard a proverb from an eastern country, 'The foolish birds learn to fly sooner so they don't starve to death'.

Compared to yours, my talent is barely worth mentioning, so only more diligent work can bridge the gap. "

Tom quickly comforted him gently.

"Talent is innate, and none of us can change it, but the acquired efforts will gradually widen the gap due to the length of persistence. I believe that as long as you maintain this state, you will be able to graduate smoothly. A good, stable job.”

Clark sighed.

"Sure enough, no matter how hard I try, in the end I just become a better ordinary person.

Maybe I shouldn't compare myself to Harry Potter, he's the best of the best, the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, and what am I? "

Clark's tone was full of disappointment. Seeing him like this, Tom, who had been bowing his head, had a strange light in his eyes.

"You still have me, and I can help you." Tom almost blurted out, like a good man whose heart was broken for his friends.

"Help me? How can you help?" Clark looked up at him. "It's talent, it's root, just like a pure-blood wizard is born pure blood, and a Muggle is born a Muggle, you can't change it."

"No, it can be changed!"

Perhaps it was the meaning of Clark's words that stung Tom Riddle, a half-blood wizard, so much that he shouted out loud.

"We are wizards, we have magic power, it is the greatest miracle in the world, and nothing is impossible if we want to."

Clark looked at him with a look of anticipation, but after he finished speaking, Tom's face showed hesitation again, as if regretting his impulsive behavior.

"Can you help me change my aptitude and talent? What should we do?" Clark asked.

"No, I can't say that, that's not what a young wizard your age should understand." Tom shook his head, but the twinkle in his eyes made his refusal seem uncertain.

Clark sneered in his heart, they are all thousand-year-old foxes, playing Liaozhai with me, Tom looks like he is ready to set him up.

But people seek tigers, and tigers seek human beings. He was mentally prepared before coming into contact with this guy, so he was not surprised.

"You didn't say we were friends, what can't we say between friends?" Clark looked at Tom Riddle with a look of anxiety.

be cheated!

With his more and more skilled psionic power, Clark could easily sense Tom Riddle's joyful emotions.

Maybe this is also related to the environment he is in now. After all, he is in Voldemort's diary, going deep into the Horcrux and facing his remnant soul.

It's like seeing a beautiful woman without clothes, it's natural to know what the other party's reaction is.

Just like now, Tom Riddle is obviously embarrassed, but in Clark's perception, his heart is constantly shouting.

【Please beg me! beg me! 】

Clark could only pinch his nose and begged him in a low voice, but in his heart he had already given this guy the death penalty.

After pulling like this a few times, Tom was relieved.

"That's it, that's it, who made us friends? You're the only one who has spoken to me for so many years, so I'll tell you."

Then he asked another seemingly unrelated question, "Do you know the difference between black magic and white magic?"

Clark pondered for a while, and then answered somewhat uncertainly, "Black magic and white magic... are related to the purpose of use. White magic is used to heal and help others, while white magic is used to cause serious harm to others. Is it black magic?"

Tom shook his head. "It's too shallow. I said before that magic doesn't need to focus on the form of good and evil. It's just an artificial definition."

"Black magic and white magic, according to the division rules when they were first named, should be distinguished by their influence on the wizards themselves.

Because of the special reason of magic, as long as it does not affect the body and soul of wizards as usual, it is white magic; and those that change our body and soul are black magic. "

"Change the body and soul..." Clark chewed on these words secretly, feeling that what he said still made sense.

When he activated the system in the first grade, Clark had already discovered that magic power naturally had a chaotic effect. Using this power for a long time would have a negative impact on the wizard's soul and body.

And if you use the black magic that biases and utilizes negative emotions, it will aggravate this effect, and will make people fall faster, go crazy, paranoid, and even lose their minds.

"Yes," Tom nodded, "because of the irreversibility of black magic, those magic transformations that can change the qualifications of wizards, whether it is flesh magic or soul magic, are very dangerous. Knowing this, you still want to try again. ?"

Faced with Voldemort's question, Clark was silent, and Voldemort didn't rush him, just sat there and waited patiently.

After all, this kind of reaction of his is what an ordinary person should behave. In the face of risks, a dull person always looks ahead.

On the contrary, if Clark is decisive and brave, it does not fit his character.

It may be an instant, or it may be a long time, Clark raised his head and looked at Tom Riddle with flickering eyes.

"Can I see first, what is the method?"

His tone was a little empty, as if he was afraid that his words would offend Tom, and he hurriedly explained: "After all, this is not a trivial matter, I have to study it again, yes, just study it first."

"That's fine," Tom said indifferently, "it's your business anyway, you make up your own mind."

He pretended to be indifferent, but Clark sensed his heart.

[Hey, you hesitate, anyway, as long as you are tempted, you will definitely not hold back the temptation in the end. 】

Is it really that great?

Clark also had some doubts in his heart. You must know that he was a real pure-blood wizard, unlike the fake people who showed him to Voldemort.

Although his father had joined the Order of the Phoenix, some of their family's collections and black magic materials were either sold or processed, but some of the remaining materials and books also recorded a lot of high-end magic. content.

Even if he didn't have the ability to use and study it for the time being, he had read these things in general, and he knew a thing or two about a lot of knowledge about the wizarding world.

So it was hard for him to believe that Tom Riddle, who was born in an orphanage, could have an irresistible temptation.

Because it was in his own mental space, Tom waved his hand, and the environment around the two immediately changed.

At this time, they were in a gloomy and damp basement, and the surroundings were empty. Only in front of them was an obsidian altar with seven steps.

The dark altar was covered with blood-colored patterns and mysterious symbols. In the center of those symbols, on an inverted pentagram, stood a man with a black hood and armor. A spooky statue of a pair of black feathered wings.

Just looking at it, Clark felt the feeling of being despised.

As if he had become a trivial piece of grass and gravel, as long as the statue on the altar is the center of the universe,

Relying on his rich knowledge of the occult, combined with the feeling this special statue brought him, Clark quickly guessed what it was.

The fallen morning star, the head of the seven demon kings, is said to have six-sevenths of the power of God, the arrogant demon **** known as the king of **** - Lucifer!

Tom Riddle even set up an altar to pray to the devil in his soul, and it was also an altar to pray for Lucifer, the arrogant demon **** of the seven deadly sins.

Combined with the greed and arrogance of the Voldemort soul possessed by Quirrell that Clark encountered last semester, Clark knew that Voldemort's intention to split the seven Horcruxes might not have escaped the Seven Deadly Sins.

Otherwise, it is impossible to summon the dragon in order to collect all seven Horcruxes.

But doesn't he know how stupid it is to let a defenseless soul face gods and demons?

It's like putting a gold Galleon in front of a wizard and someone will always pick it up.

Even if these gods and demons have disappeared in the long river of history, their names, rituals, and even concepts still have all kinds of strange and inexplicable effects. Provoking them at will will only bring trouble. .

But of course Clark wouldn't point it out to him. After all, he still had to maintain his ordinary character, so he pretended to be curious and asked, "What is this?"

Tom Riddle put his hands on his back, looked at the altar in front of him, and said triumphantly, "This is a high-level altar to worship the arrogant demon Lucifer."

He saw the nervous look on Clark's face, which was a natural reaction.

After all, no matter who they are, as long as they hear the names of gods and demons, they will subconsciously pay attention. It is not fear, but a little respect for the peak of these extraordinary powers.

"Didn't you ask me how to improve my talent? That's the answer! When we can't accomplish something~www.readwn.com~, we can also turn to God or the devil."

"Are you still a believer of the gods?" Clark almost blurted out.

However, Tom shook his head, "No, I'm not a believer of a certain god, as early as the Ragnarok of the Golden Age, these guys have disappeared into the long river of history, how can I believe in a group of losers Woolen cloth?"

"Twilight of the Gods..."

Clark secretly remembered this word in his mind. It's not that he has never heard of this prophecy from Norse mythology, but he has never taken it to heart. After all, it is only a pantheon and cannot explain the disappearance of all gods in the world. s reason.

But looking at Tom's reaction now, it seems that there is a deeper secret behind this statement.

However, Tom did not intend to talk deeply in this regard. As soon as his words changed, he directly talked about the specific methods to improve his qualifications.