Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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It was another Saturday morning, and it was no different than usual.

But today is the day the Quidditch match officially begins.

Clark woke up early, as did Neville in the dormitory. The two of them packed up and ran several laps along the Black Lake before practicing knight training.

They waited until they were sweating profusely from the practice, and after the icy cold wind and the heat above their heads, they ran back to the dormitory, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

When they got to the auditorium, the Gryffindor team members were already huddled around the empty long dining table, looking nervous and taciturn.

Clark cheered them on, but none of them paid much attention to him.

Clark shrugged and started working on the breakfast in front of him.

As eleven o'clock approached, the teachers and students of the school began to go to the Quidditch pitch one after another.

The weather was hot and humid, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the air, which showed that today was not a good weather. It seems that Wood's training may be useful.

In the stands, Colin had already occupied a good position for them in advance, and beside him was Ginny.

As a member of the magazine, the two little guys now also receive a salary. Although the money is not much, it is enough for them to use for petty expenses, which also makes them work harder.

Especially this Quidditch match, as Hogwarts' most lively activity in recent times, their "Hogwarts School Magazine" task is also very heavy.

As members of the Quidditch team, George and Fred are busy training every day, and many things are shared with them. If the two people are not hard enough, I am afraid that the magazine society will be worse.

When they sat down, the game officially began.

When Harry, who had changed his clothes, and the others filed out of the locker room, they were greeted by a clamorous voice.

Mainly cheers, this game Gryffindor vs Slytherin, so even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff applauded Harry and them, expecting them to beat their opponents.

This also made the cheering Slytherins look extraordinarily lonely.

Ms. Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, and then, with a loud whistle, the fourteen members took to the lead-grey sky together.

? As soon as the game starts, it can be seen which team has the advantage.

In less than ten minutes, the Slytherin team scored three goals in a row. Their speed was extremely fast. Nimbus 2001 shuttled around like an arrow around the Gryffindor team members.

A few Chaser's brooms trailed limply behind their opponents, never touching the ball.

"Not at all, our broom is too slow, no one can keep up with Slytherin except George and Fred." Colin said weakly.

If the twin brothers bought Nimbus 2001 with advance wages in advance, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to catch up with each other, but in a game, just relying on the batter to fly fast is useless.

On Clark's open notebook, the automatic quill pen quickly wrote according to his wishes, vividly rendering the embarrassment of the Gryffindor team.

At least writing like this can give them a stubborn and hard-working image.

"Don't worry, Harry will be able to catch the Golden Snitch ahead of time." Ron was on the side, but he was very confident.

However, the Slytherin team scored another goal at this time, and the score came to 60-0. Clearly, Team Slytherin's super broomsticks worked.

And a heavy black Bludger also started chasing Harry for some reason, which made George and Fred have to fly close to Harry's left and right.

"Hey, what's the Gryffindor doing? How did they get Harry in the middle?"

A loud voice sounded behind Clark, and without looking back, he knew it was Hagrid's arrival.

"Maybe it's a new tactic... Protecting your own Seeker..." Colin said uncertainly.

Clark knew, however, that it was Dobby the house-elf.

He's been busy dealing with Voldemort recently, plus the Chamber of Secrets hasn't been opened, and Hogwarts is safe, so he ignores this guy.

Fortunately, it started to rain.

Clark felt the big drops of rain hitting his face and flowing down his neck into his clothes. In this cold November, the freezing cold made people shiver.

The little wizards in the stands tried their best to resist the rain overhead. Hagrid even held up his big pink umbrella, and the huge area covered Clark and the others together.

However, the Quidditch players on the pitch were not so lucky.

Flying at high speed in this cold and bad weather makes one shiver just thinking about it.

At this moment, Wood's strategy worked. Because of the lack of training, the Slytherin players were obviously not used to flying in the cold rain, and the speed was getting slower and slower.

But before he was happy for long, the Bludger, which had been chasing Harry, began to intensify.

It bit Harry like crazy, and even with George and Fred waving the bat around, it looked very dangerous, because the more power attached to the Bludger come bigger.

In this case, Harry, let alone catching the Golden Snitch, was lucky to survive the game.

"Someone - to - that - the Bludger - did - hands and feet -" George gestured to Wood, who was guarding the goal, and slammed the Bludger, which had launched a new attack on Harry, into the air.

As a team captain who always pays attention to what is happening on the field, Wood clearly picked up his signal.

Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, and Clark saw Harry, Fred, and George land on the ground, dodging the mad Bludger.

It was so far away that Clark certainly couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was nothing more than an explanation of the Bludgers.

Under normal circumstances, the game should be temporarily suspended and the Bludger checked, but here in Gryffindor, there is no word "counsel".

Harry was naturally brave, and after just discussing it for a moment, he flew again, and this time, George and Fred were not by his side.

Clark certainly wanted to include this heroic act of his in the press release, after all stories of little saviours always grab the attention of readers, and they all love it.

It was raining harder now, and Harry rose higher and higher, turning, spinning, swerving, spiraling up, and zigzagging.

Anyway, this kind of talent to change direction flexibly in the air cannot be learned by ordinary people.

Sometimes, in order to avoid the ferocious attack of the Bludgers, he even hung his head down on his broom.

This difficult move made Ginny scream and grab her cousin Clark's arm tightly.

Clark had to look around while comforting her, but it was raining so hard that finding a skinny house-elf among a bunch of little wizards was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

At this moment, there was an exclamation from the stands.

Clark looked up hastily, and he saw Harry pounce on Malfoy high in the air, catching the Snitch in front of him.

The next moment, he fell straight from the sky like a kite that had lost its string.

"No!" Ginny screamed and fainted.

Clark handed her over to Hagrid, and he took Hermione and the others to the place where Harry fell.

By the time they ran to the center of the field, it was already crowded with Gryffindor students.

"Let it go! Let it go!"

Clark's reputation was still quite high, and the crowd made way for a gap. He passed through the students onlookers and saw Harry lying in the mud, his arms pointed to the sky at a very strange angle.

And Lockhart was already standing in front of Harry at this time.

Clark heard Harry moaning, "Oh, no, no you."

"I don't know what he's talking about," Lockhart explained aloud to the anxious Gryffindor students around him.

Then he turned to Harry again, "Don't worry, Harry, I'm just about to treat your arm."

"No!" said Harry. "Just let it go, thank you..."

He tried to sit up, but his arm hurt so bad.

"Lie down, Harry," Lockhart reassured him. "It's just a simple spell that I've used countless times."

"Why can't I just go to the school hospital?" Harry said through gritted teeth.

The captain of the Gryffindor team, Wood, had also rushed over at this time. Although his Seeker was injured, he could not restrain the smile on his face when he was covered in mud.

"Your catch was amazing, Harry, it was amazing, I've never seen you do it so well, and you didn't see how ugly the Slytherin Seeker was."

But Lockhart didn't care, he had already rolled up his emerald green sleeves.

"Stand back."

"Don't...don't..." Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already spinning his wand.

Harry could only close his eyes helplessly, but after a while, he still didn't feel anything bad happened to him.

what's the situation?

Harry opened his eyes to see Clark standing next to Professor Lockhart, reaching for his wrist so he couldn't point his wand at him.

Oh God!

Harry only felt that Clark seemed to be an angel at the moment, and he even forgot that as a wizard, he was not blessed by God.

"Professor Lockhart, I think we should fully respect Harry's opinion."

Clark let go of Lockhart's hand and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "This is sure to make the front page of the Hogwarts Magazine, Professor."

Lockhart instantly understood what he meant, and after a haha, he put away his wand.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Clark successfully stopped Professor Lockhart, and his image suddenly grew taller.

You know, for students, teachers naturally represent authority. Even a disrespected parallel professor like Lockhart is not something a student can question publicly, and they discuss it privately at best.

Clark dared to stop the teacher's behavior in person, which was undoubtedly a brave performance in the eyes of this group of Gryffindor lion cubs, and he succeeded.

"Ah, well, well, I think our Harry classmates may trust the professional Madam Pomfrey more, in fact, my healing magic is also very good..."

Lockhart hadn't noticed that Clark had stepped on his reputation a step further, still babbling there, but no one listened to him anymore.

Wood made a stretcher, and Clark and others carried Harry to the school hospital.

There, Madam Pomfrey had Harry's bones together in just a second, without a cast.

After drinking a bottle of healing potion, Harry even got out of bed and followed Clark and the others back to the Gryffindor common room.

As soon as the few people got into the door, they were warmly welcomed, especially Harry, as a Seeker, he successfully caught the Golden Snitch and helped Gryffindor win the first game, which is considered a play. A good start.

George and Fred got food and drinks from nowhere and started a party in the lounge.

The little wizards gathered together, and the whole lounge was very lively.

"Hey Clark, come play!"

George greeted, and he and Fred decided to distribute the rented magic cards to the little wizards for free today, which made the cheers even more enthusiastic.

Clark waved his hand and slumped into the sofa in the far corner.

"You mean, who made the Bludger that chased after Harry?" Hermione sat next to him and asked curiously.

At this moment, Harry was happily playing cards with Ron, and he couldn't see his embarrassed look at all.

"It's a house-elf, a Malfoy house-elf."

Clark told Hermione the answer directly, which surprised her.

"Why?"

"Because that house elf is Harry's admirer." Speaking of which, even Clark couldn't help laughing. This Dobby must be the reincarnation of the Ding Crab in the big era. Lee died.

He told Hermione all the ins and outs, including Dobby's interception of Harry's letters before, and how he prevented Harry and Ron from passing the train platform, so they had to drive over.

The story was told so vividly, as if he had been watching from the sidelines, but fortunately Hermione trusted him so much that she didn't ask him how he knew it.

"This is really..." Hermione shook her head after hearing this, feeling speechless at the stupidity of this house elf.

But she still said: "In that case, then we have to tell the professor quickly, Harry is fine this time, that house elf will never give up like this."

But then she reacted again, "No, that diary is in our hands, no matter who we tell it, it will be involved in the end."

Clark nodded, "So ah, we can only pray to Harry, and we'll be blessed."

Hermione looked at Harry, who didn't know anything, and could only sigh helplessly.

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