Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The colorful crystal was divided into countless faces by blood-red lines, and each face seemed to have Clark's face.

This is the semi-finished Spirit Crystal Servant that Clark originally refined in France.

Yes, of course he doesn't have any divine spar from Egypt, but that doesn't stop him from forging one.

It may be difficult for others, but for Clark, who has a fragment of the knowledge godhead, it is an easy task.

He just advanced one level ahead of schedule, thanks to the "Hogwarts School Magazine", even if he has exchanged several specialties and abilities, he still has experience in leveling up.

Leveling up from level 5 to level 6 costs 1000 experience points, in exchange for 1 attribute point, 1 additional feat, 23 skill points, and two new level 3 psionic powers.

Not only that, but at the age of 12, he also gained 1 additional attribute point as his age increased.

Clark originally wanted to add these two attribute points to intelligence, so as to push the intelligence attribute up to the legendary stage of 20 points as soon as possible.

However, the system reminded him that reality is not a game. Although everyone's attributes will be emphasized, it is not a good thing for a certain attribute to be too prominent.

As the saying goes, only cultivation of nature, not cultivation of life, is the first disease of cultivation. The body and the soul are in and out of each other. No matter which one is too strong, it will cause oppression to the other. Therefore, between the two mutually affecting attribute values, The gap should preferably not exceed 5.

For this reason, Clark had to add the two attribute points he just obtained to his physique, so that his physique attribute directly reached 12 points.

Reflected in reality, a warm current was injected into Clark's body, which not only increased his physical upper limit, but also improved his endurance, fighting ability, and resilience.

In terms of specialties, considering that he might deal with basilisks next, Clark directly chose an [Animal Affinity] Specialty from the list.

[Animal Affinity]: When facing animals, your Charisma will get a +2 extra judgment. ——I like small animals, and I can hardly miss them.

As for the skill points rewarded by the system, he added them to [Buffing] and [Diplomacy] respectively, in addition to the two newly acquired psionic abilities of level 3, Clark chose [Psychic Link] and [Charm Monster] .

[Spiritual Link]: Level 3 ability, consumes 5 psionic energy, you can communicate with a certain intelligent life at the soul level through the external psychic energy, and you can understand the meaning of the other party without words. The link is two-way, requires the consent of the other party, has a distance limit of 5 meters, and lasts 16 (intelligence) minutes.

[Charm Monster]: Level 3 ability, consumes 5 points of psionic energy, you can charm monsters with outgoing psychic energy, so as to gain their favor and make them treat you as a friend. This skill is affected by your Charisma for 16 (Intelligence) minutes.

In this way, his properties become:

Name: Clark Prewett

Age: 12/17

Race: Human/? ? ?

Attributes: Strength 8, Dexterity 9, Constitution 12, Intelligence 16, Wisdom 12, Charisma 15

Alignment: Absolutely neutral

Occupation: Level 6 Psion Telepath (0/2000)

XP: 1061 (unassigned)

Status: Godhead Oppression

Occupational Skills: Education 47, Concentration 40, Bluff 58, Occult Knowledge 27, Spell Recognition 33, Rope Art 50, Document Interpretation 23, Negotiation 57, Gather Information 34, Sense Motive 32, Occlumency 32

Legendary Skill: Knowledge is Power (with Godhead)

Personal Feats: Mental Toughness (Occupation Feats), Psionic Talents (Occupation Feats), Dexterity Left Hand, Unforgettable, Noble Demeanor, Mobile Casting, Familiar Enhancement, Toughness (1/3), Iron Will, Magical Genius, Heart Like Still Water, animal affinity

0th-level power: psychic infection

1st-level powers: charm humans, hide thoughts, feel emotions, suppress morale, mental invasion, control small objects, secondary shock waves

2nd-level powers: aversion, mental acupuncture, shock, detect thoughts, secondary matter reconstruction

3rd-Level Powers: Forged Senses, Split Mind, Rejuvenation, Mind Link, Charm Monster

Psionics: 41

Psicrystal: Half-finished product

The upgraded Clark used [Spiritual Link] as a bridge and used the [Mind Split] ability to temporarily split a false personality, then transferred it to the Psychic Servant, and then pressed the crystal stone on the dilapidated diary. .

The leather cover of the diary came to life in an instant, as if it were human skin, it began to dilate its pores and breathe slowly.

Clark clearly felt that there was an invisible spiritual force that drilled out of the diary and wrapped around the crystal stone.

He let go of the barrier of the brain defense technique and touched the godhead shard a little.

A grand, broad, aura that seems to contain all the knowledge and truth in the world, is thus transmitted to the Spirit Crystal Servant through the fragile connection of [Spiritual Link].

Tom Riddle's mental tentacles just came into contact with the spar, and it was like an electric shock, and it bounced off instantly, as if he couldn't bear the weight of this breath.

When Clark entered the diary space again, he could clearly perceive the other party's joy.

"That **** is real, you can pray to him."

Before he could speak, Tom spoke first.

Clark's heart was also relieved, which proved that the other party did not find anything wrong. Both of them had their own concerns, so they had no intention of continuing to chat.

Over the next few days, after several pretentious prayers, Clark found Tom Riddle again.

"I feel that I can easily communicate with the God of Knowledge. So quickly, will there be any problems?"

Facing Clark's worries, Tom didn't care at all. He wished that the other party would start the ceremony now, so that he could rely on the divine crystal to be resurrected as soon as possible.

However, he also knew that haste is not enough, he is now trapped in the Horcrux, and he has to rely on the other party for the time being.

So he comforted Clark: "Don't worry, I've sensed it before, this God of Knowledge is not a heretic god, you can rest assured."

After speaking, he persuaded: "Your progress is very fast, I think we can start the next step."

Clark hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded vaguely.

...

By mid-January, Harry and the others were again caught up in the extremely busy Hogwarts training.

No way, since the last game against Slytherin, Gryffindor captain Wood has felt a lot of pressure.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands was still so bad that when Harry returned from training and returned to the castle at Hogwarts, he was drenched and covered in mud.

But even if it wasn't windy or rainy, Harry wasn't feeling much better.

Ever since he was nearly killed by a Bludger in the last game, he's been worried that it will happen again.

However, Wood told him that after the incident, the school checked all the game equipment, but found nothing abnormal.

He thought it was just a hallucination of Harry being too nervous in the game, and that it was just an accident, but Harry didn't think so, especially since he had also encountered two unfortunate things before.

Harry was walking alone in the deserted hallway, with the cold wind blowing through the hall. He felt cold and hungry, and now he just wanted to hurry up and get to the Great Hall for dinner.

Suddenly, he saw a man with the same preoccupation as him.

The freshman of Gryffindor, Colin Creevey, the special photographer of "Hogwarts School Magazine", was looking out the window melancholy, and he kept muttering in a low voice: "...she likes me...she doesn't. I...she likes me..."

When Harry saw him, he almost turned to leave.

Since the last time, he has been frightened by this little fanboy, and even when he meets him on the road sometimes, he will think that the other party is deliberately blocking him.

It's a pity that the slow footsteps still alarmed Colin. He raised his head and saw Harry, his eyes widened instantly, "Harry!"

"Hello, Colin." Harry could only say hello helplessly.

"Hello!"

Colin greeted him excitedly, with the dark sky behind him and the torrential rain, the terrifying atmosphere made Harry couldn't help but take a step back.

But Colin didn't notice this, and just kept asking: "Harry, why are you here? Did you just practice Quidditch? How did it work this time? Are you confident in the next game?"

The incessant questioning was like bullets, and Harry was beaten into a state of embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's okay, we are very confident."

After speaking, seeing Colin's mouth to speak, Harry decided to pre-empt, "You look like you're in trouble, Colin?"

The originally excited Colin's face instantly collapsed. He hesitated for a while, and just when Harry thought he would not speak, and was ready to immediately, Colin pulled him again.

"There's one thing, I'm really confused, can you give me a reference?"

"No!" Harry was about to blurt out, but when the words came to his mouth, it turned into "No problem, you talk."

Harry wanted to give himself a slap in the face, but the words were already out of his mouth and could not be taken back.

Colin said hesitantly: "It's like this, I have a friend... Recently there has always been a girl who studies and does things together with him... He thinks that girl likes him..."

Harry's stomach started to growl, and he wanted to urge Colin to hurry up, perhaps in time for dinner and dessert, but Colin became more and more nervous.

Just as Colin took a deep breath and was about to say, with Harry's encouragement, who was secretly in love with him, a loud shout came from the side.

"dirty stuff!"

Hogwarts caretaker Argus Filch, with a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, suddenly emerged from the corner of the corridor.

He rushed to Harry's side, gasping for breath, pointing at the mud and rain dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes, his eyes wide open, the flesh on his double chin trembling as if like a It's like eating people.

"Dirty everywhere, mess everywhere! Tell you, I've had enough!

First a few 3rd graders smearing frog brains on the walls of the fifth basement room, then water all over the floor outside the second floor bathroom, and you bad guy, Potter, follow me go! "

Harry waved goodbye to Colin gloomily, and followed Filzi down the stairs, knowing that his dinner was really going to waste this time, which made him drag his feet weakly, leaving a trail of trails on the floor. Muddy footprints.

Filch's office was on the basement floor, and Harry had never been there before. Most of the students avoided this place. Perhaps only the brothers George and Fred were regular visitors there.

In the gloomy room, there was only a dim yellow oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, there were no windows around, and there was a dull smell of rotting dead fish.

Several large wooden cabinets with blue-black mold stains leaned against the wall. They were used to hold the files of students who violated discipline. They recorded in detail who did what bad things and how they were punished.

A sudden light flashed in Harry's eyes, and he turned his head to see a pair of well-polished chains and handcuffs hanging on the wall behind Filch's desk.

Everyone at the school knew that he often begged Headmaster Dumbledore to allow him to hang students upside down from the ceiling, of course, Headmaster Dumbledore certainly refused.

Filch took out a quill and began to find the parchment again.

"Bastard." He complained angrily, whether it was because he couldn't find anything, or because of something else.

"That big fire-breathing monster... frog brains... water... stinky dung bombs... I've had enough of you... where's the form... ah, here..."

He took a large roll of parchment from the drawer, spread it out on the table, and dipped the pen in some ink.

"Name...Harry Potter, case..."

"It's just a little muddy water!" Harry protested.

"Ah, a little muddy water, that's true for you, but for me, that's another hour of cleaning work!" Filch roared in dissatisfaction.

"Case: Dirty the castle... The proposed punishment is..."

Filch's nostrils dilated greatly~www.readwn.com~ looking excited.

He squinted at Harry, admiring the mixture of nervousness and fear on his face, the only way he could find a little fun with these junior wizards.

Those little wizards in the senior years are no longer afraid of him.

Harry held his breath, and Filch was about to write when the door to the room was pushed open from the outside.

"Mr. Filch, I heard you're going to lynch?"

Ginny Weasley stood in front of the door, and Colin followed her with a camera.

"what?"

Filch looked at the two men suspiciously, not knowing what they were trying to do.

And Ginny had walked up to him with a pen and a notebook, "Mr. Filch, as a special correspondent for the Hogwarts School Magazine, I have some questions that I would like to interview you."