Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"Hermione - this is the boys' dormitory, you shouldn't be here."

Ron, who was awakened, covered his eyes with his hands to block the dazzling light as he spoke.

"Merry Christmas!" said Hermione, throwing Ron's present at him. "I've been out of bed for almost an hour, by the way, where's Clark?"

Harry sat up and looked at Clark's bed, where only the quilt was folded, squarely by the head of the bed.

"He must have gone to bring us breakfast."

As soon as the voice fell, a cheerful voice came from outside the dormitory door.

"Hey guys, get up, I brought you food."

Then, the door was kicked open.

In the spacious boys' dormitory, the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing at this moment.

In fact, Clark didn't know why he was embarrassed, maybe he only brought breakfast for Harry and Ron?

Or maybe he just acted too eccentrically and did not fit the noble character he has always maintained?

Anyway, Hermione just put her arms around her chest and looked straight at him, until she saw that he was embarrassed, she just made a "poof" and smiled.

Harry and Ron were taking advantage of the gap in their jackets to avoid her sight, when they heard her laughter, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Phew, Hermione has been more and more scary since she became the deputy editor of the Colonel's magazine.

"Merry Christmas!" Hermione said to Clark, tossing the gift she had prepared for him, and then said, "It's the first time I've seen you like this, you look like a child."

Perhaps it was the long-term campus dormitory life that made Clark regain the feeling he had when he was in college in his previous life, resulting in a much younger mentality.

The relationship with Harry and other roommates has become more and more like the shadow of the previous life.

At this time, Harry's pet Hedwig suddenly flew in from the window, with a small package in his mouth, which was a gift from his uncle Dursley's family.

They gave Harry a pair of toothpicks and attached a note asking him if he could spend the summer at Hogwarts too.

Other than that, the other Christmas gifts for Harry were not bad.

Hagrid gave him a big bag of fudge, and Ron gave him a book called "Flying with the Cannons".

It recorded some rank anecdotes about Ron's favorite Quidditch team, and Hermione gave him a valuable eagle feather quill, as if hoping that he could focus on his studies.

And Clark, who had given him a magical cloak that could withstand the cold and keep warm, and Harry happily draped it over the outside.

After a few people finished unwrapping the gifts, they went down to the lounge and played card games with George and other little wizards who were staying here.

At night, a group of people rushed towards the auditorium in a mighty manner. After all, who would refuse the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts?

The auditorium looked stunning, with not only a dozen tall Christmas trees hung with frost, but also colorful ribbons hanging from the ceiling.

Even the snowflakes gently falling from the roof are enchanted, warm and dry, adding a lot of festive atmosphere.

Dumbledore led everyone to sing a few of his favorite Christmas carols, and as a few glasses of eggnog slid down his throat, Hagrid became more and more excited, and his voice became louder involuntarily.

Percy hadn't noticed that Fred had enchanted his favorite prefect badge, turning the word "dumb" on it, and kept asking them what they were laughing at.

Draco Malfoy sitting at the Slytherin table was still taunting Harry's new sweater in a loud voice. Their family said something was wrong, so he also chose to stay at school this holiday.

At this time, Ron reacted. After eating the lamb chops on the plate, he finally realized that there was one less person on their table.

"Where's Clark?" he asked Hermione, who was eating a baked potato.

Hermione sprinkled salt and black pepper on the potatoes very naturally, and said lightly, "I don't know."

As for where is Clark?

He was now in another place through the fireplace in the principal's office.

There is a wide hall, a bright marble floor, and a long solid wood dining table filled with a variety of delicious food and drinks.

A lot of well-dressed adult wizards who don't look ordinary gathered together in twos and threes in the hall, holding wine glasses and talking in a low voice.

A gorgeous crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting bright light, and on the dark purple walls, there are many moving portraits.

Just from these seemingly cheap decorations, it can be judged that the owner here must be a very rich pure-blood wizard.

And in fact it is.

"Ah, Clark, welcome, welcome to the Malfoys!"

Lucius Malfoy, standing in front of the marble fireplace, greeted Clark warmly.

Yes, this is the Malfoy family manor, and this year's Hogwarts Trustees' Dinner is being held at their house.

Clark smiled and greeted this Uncle Lucius, as well as his own Aunt Narcissa, but the aunt who didn't have much contact with their family just nodded coldly at him.

He didn't take it seriously either, following Lucius's side, and under his introduction, he communicated with some of the school board members who were present today.

"This is James Parkinson, the school representative of the Parkinson family, James, this is Clark, Clark Prewett, I mentioned it to you."

James Parkinson has a lion-like blond hair explosion, which may also be their family's signature hairstyle.

However, unlike his rough appearance, when he opened his mouth, his voice was extraordinarily magnetic, in sharp contrast to his appearance.

"Hello, I heard Lucius mention you, the deputy editor of the Hogwarts School Magazine. Our family subscribes to your magazine."

"thanks."

When Clark heard his words, he immediately knew that this man had been paying attention to him, otherwise he was just an associate editor of a school magazine, but no one would write it down.

"Mr Yaxley, we meet again," he greeted another gentleman who was chatting with James Parkinson.

This was Elijah Yaxley, whom he had met earlier in Headmaster Dumbledore's office.

Only this time, his attitude towards Clark was much better, at least he smiled.

Of course, not everyone is so happy to see Clark, at least Darren Burke of the Burke family has a great opinion of him.

But this is also normal, their family makes a living by cross-border smuggling trade.

Among them, the smuggling trade of fire dragon materials accounted for 70% of their family business.

Now Clark proposes to build a Hogwarts dragon farm, intending to develop the British fire dragon breeding industry, which is a major blow to their family's business.

Of course he didn't look good.

However, it was the school board dinner, and it was in the Malfoy family's manor. He couldn't do anything out of the ordinary, but even so, he still showed a penetrating expression to Clark.

After all the staff were present, the school board dinner officially started.

Clark sat on the left side of Lucius Malfoy, and immediately attracted the attention of everyone present. After all, sitting next to the master's house itself showed that his identity was unusual.

What's more, among the adult wizards present, the youngest is in his thirties, and he is a child among them, which is even more eye-catching.

However, in the face of either questioning or curious eyes, Clark showed exceptional composure.

He focused all his attention on the dinner plate in front of him, as if the grilled cod on that plate was the ultimate delicacy.

The restaurant was extraordinarily quiet, and everyone followed the dining etiquette without making a sound.

In this way, the school board members who were present stood up and followed Lucius Malfoy into the conference room next door after they were full of food and drink.

Clark naturally followed the group in and sat down at the round table in the conference room.

However, unlike what he thought, after the group sat down, they did not discuss things related to Hogwarts, but first talked about their respective businesses.

Some talked about the various legal policies that the Ministry of Magic was about to release, and some talked about business opportunities in a certain industry.

Clark even saw the Bocks and the Slughorns negotiate a deal for banned herbs.

It was at this moment that he knew that the Hogwarts school board had completely transformed into a huge interest group.

Among them are Ministry of Magic officials, but also big businessmen; there are smuggling gangs, and there are ancient nobles.

Driven by their interests, you help me, I help you, and together weave a huge network of relationships, which affects all aspects of the British wizarding world in unknown and hidden corners.

With such a complicated situation, it's no wonder that even Dumbledore couldn't make a statement at Hogwarts.

When they had almost communicated, Lucius cleared his throat and stood up.

"Okay, everyone, I'm very happy to have you as guests today. At the same time, as the trustee of Hogwarts, let us welcome the arrival of new friends."

Clark stood up and nodded to everyone present, but there was only sparse applause from the scene.

Lucius didn't seem to be surprised by this situation, and continued: "Clark's identity must be known to everyone. He came here today for two things."

He looked at Clark.

"First of all, it is the matter of increasing the number of seats on the Hogwarts school board. After a long discussion, we have unanimously agreed that the Prewett family will return to the Hogwarts school board and get a seat."

This time, the applause was a little louder.

"Secondly, regarding the new Hogwarts dragon farm, the school board will jointly establish a Hogwarts investment company to jointly operate the Hogwarts dragon farm and some surrounding facilities."

Applause broke out again, but this time there was a different voice.

"That's not right, the Prewett family is also the board of directors of Hogwarts. Why don't we know about the Hogwarts Development Company? Besides, the plan we discussed last time in Headmaster Dumbledore's office was not like this."

Clark stood up against the table, his face looked particularly bad.

"Don't you know now?" Darren Burke looked at him playfully and said.

"As long as you pay for it, there will naturally be some shares of your Prewett family in this company. But if you want to take it all for yourself, I'm afraid you can't."

At this time, another school director from the Ollivander family also said slowly: "Yes, this dragon farm and the surrounding land belong to Hogwarts, and naturally belong to the property of our school board. "

"We're not short on money!" Elijah Yaxley concluded.

The meaning of these old guys is obvious. They all agreed with the plans that Clark said in the principal's office before.

Whether it is the construction of a dragon farm, a supporting fire dragon industrial park, or a new wizarding community, they are not opposed to it, and even strongly support it.

But these things, they also want to intervene.

No, this is no longer a matter of meddling, look at what they are doing today, and share this delicious big cake together.

As a child, even if Clark had his back on the Prewett family and proposed the whole plan, he could not dispel their greed for profit.

"It's a bit unkind to do this, I came up with the plan!" Clark looked a little exasperated.

Darren Burke sneered, and the angrier Clark got, the happier he was.

"Childish! We didn't promise you anything back then."

"Hey, you can't say that."

A bald wizard sitting across from Clark suddenly said, "The little guy's brain is still better than our old guys, and we have to acknowledge your contribution. But you can't make these plans alone. Bar."

"Not to mention that in your entire plan, you need to use the credibility of Hogwarts as an endorsement. Just the Fire Dragon Industrial Park needs a large number of companies to settle in. If the Slughorn family does not have shares in this industrial park. , then why do we spend so much energy moving the potion workshop there?"

It seems that this bald wizard is the representative of the school board of the Slughorn family, and what he said just now should also represent the opinions of the industrial families in the school board.

At least, Clark nodded when he saw the representatives of the Aibo family and the Ollivander family~www.readwn.com~ But Clark is not a child, no one will think too little about interests. No need to fight.

"That's not what it is. This plan is so big, are you sure you can eat it?" Clark said threateningly.

"Our Prewett family is not easy to be bullied. Without the propaganda of the Daily Prophet, even if you make this project, it will be useless!"

"What's more, whether you can do it or not is still a question." Clark sneered while looking at the school administrators who were sitting, "Anyone can formulate the project plan, but the real implementation must be people, it's not that I look down on you. , it's just that everyone here... can't do it!"

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