Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Clark was well aware of the dark thoughts of the school directors.

After all, the entire situation today is deliberately said to be deliberately guided by him.

Whether it is the dragon farm project, the shortage of funds of the Prewett family, and the most critical incident of the monster attack in the secret room, all of them have his own writing and are under his control.

Even Lucius Malfoy is his partner, those Hogwarts school directors who are caught in the game, what do they play with him.

So even if he had received a letter from the housekeeper in the afternoon, saying that some of the family's properties had been targeted by certain families, he was not worried.

Everything is under his control!

Of course, the only variable in this may be Dumbledore.

Even Clark is very jealous of this unfathomable old principal.

At least in his opinion, Dumbledore is definitely capable of solving this matter, and at the same time he must be aware of part of Clark's behavior, after all, no plan can be done flawlessly.

It's just that now, the old principal seems to be acquiescing to this happening.

"Calm yourself, Hagrid," said Dumbledore sternly, looking at Lucius Malfoy. "If the board wants me to go, Lucius, of course I'll give up my seat."

"But—" Fudge stammered on the side, as for what his true thoughts were, no one else knew.

"No, Professor!" Hagrid growled sincerely.

Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes kept staring at Lucius's eyes, as if to see something different.

It is a pity that the other party is not a child. The strong spiritual power of an adult wizard and a more mature mind make his temptation unsuccessful.

"However," Dumbledore said very slowly and clearly, so that everyone present could hear every word he said.

"I don't really leave the school until everyone here betrays me. You'll also find that at Hogwarts, those who ask for help always get it."

In that instant, Clark was almost certain, Dumbledore's eyes glanced vaguely at the corner where they were hiding.

Looking at this scene, combined with the ending of the original story, Lucius Malfoy was finally kicked out of the Hogwarts school board, Dumbledore's fighting skills are also first-class.

At least Malfoy didn't notice it at all, a smug smile appeared on his face, and he bowed, like a villain.

"Emotional, I think you'll miss your—oh—personal way of handling things, Albus, and I just hope your successor can stop this attack once and for all."

Malfoy strode to the door, opened it, and bowed to send Dumbledore out.

Fudge toyed with his top hat and waited for Hagrid to walk in front of him, but Hagrid stood still, took a deep breath, and said cautiously, "If anyone wants to find something, they just have to follow the spider and they'll be there. Find the right direction! That's all I have to say."

Fudge stared at him in astonishment, then glanced suspiciously around the room, but found nothing.

"Okay, okay, here I come."

Hagrid, afraid he might see something, put on his moleskin coat and hurried away with Fudge.

The door slammed shut and Ron tore off the Invisibility Cloak.

"This is troublesome," his voice trembled a little. "Dumbledore is gone. They are likely to close the school tonight. After he's gone, there will be attacks every day."

Fang yelped at his words, scratching at the closed door with his claws, which made Harry in a terrible mood.

Only Clark remained calm.

Ron found this too.

"What should we do, Clark, aren't you also the school manager, why didn't you tell us this in advance." Ron asked.

Clark also sighed and pretended to be helpless, "You ask me, who do I ask, I'm the school manager who just became Hogwarts, and it's normal for them to bypass me to do this. "

"However, what is certain is that they can only use the vote to drive Dumbledore away. If they want to close Hogwarts, it is not only necessary for more than half of them to agree."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief at his words, at least it seemed that he didn't have to leave school for the time being.

But what about the future?

This question also lingered in the minds of the students who heard the news the next day.

Early in the morning, Professor McGonagall conveyed the bad news to them, and she was temporarily taken over as the interim headmaster of Hogwarts.

However, this does not reassure the little wizards. After all, compared with Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall's reputation is still a little worse.

When it was learned that Headmaster Dumbledore had left, fear spread rapidly across the campus in an unprecedented way.

Even now that summer has come quietly, the sky and the lake have turned a bright light blue, and flowers as large as cabbage are blooming in the greenhouse, and the warm sunlight seems to be unable to reach Hogwar. the windows.

The children looked out of the castle windows and could no longer see Hagrid striding across the field with Fang at his feet.

The situation inside the castle was not much better.

Every face in the school looked apprehensive and terrified, and every laugh in the hallway seemed so harsh, weird, and quickly suppressed.

Clark and the others had wanted to visit Hermione, but the visitors were blocked from the school hospital.

"We can't take any more chances," Madam Pomfrey told them gravely, cracking open the hospital door, "I'm sorry, the attackers will probably come back and kill these people, so I can't let you guys Come in."

In this terrified atmosphere, Harry was still studying Dumbledore's last words.

"I don't really leave the school until everyone here betrays me... At Hogwarts, those who ask for help always get it."

But what use are these words? When everyone is as confused and frightened as they are, who do they turn to for help?

And Hagrid's suggestion of spiders is easy to understand.

The problem is, there doesn't seem to be a single spider in the castle for them to follow.

Harry was heartbroken about this, and wherever he went, Ron was (reluctantly) helping him find it.

Of course, their search was hampered by the fact that they were not allowed to wander around on their own, but had to travel around the castle in groups with other Gryffindor students.

The classmates seemed happy to have a teacher escorting them from one classroom to another, but Harry found it very annoyed.

More discouragingly, Clark didn't seem to agree with him either.

"You're not a detective, Harry, that's not something you should worry about, it's the professors' job to catch the murderer." Clark persuaded Harry.

Because of the attack, he could only keep the activities of the dueling club in the Gryffindor lounge, but even so, the ubiquitous danger started to increase the number of clubs.

This cost Clark a lot of energy. After persuading Harry, he turned around immediately, and together with Neville, began to guide the little wizards.

"Watch out for avoidance!"

"Move! Move!"

"Stay vigilant at all times, this is the first element of a duel..."

The noise in the lounge dissipated a bit of the terrifying atmosphere. Occasionally, the fun caused by mistakes made the students on the sidelines show a rare smile.

Harry only felt more irritable and returned to the dormitory without saying a word. As a Gryffindor, of course he would not give up just like that. Since Clark was afraid, he acted with Ron.

Clark, who was instructing the students, glanced at Harry's background vaguely, and Neville also got close to him at this time, "Clark, Harry this..."

"Don't worry, just let them toss." Clark patted him on the shoulder and continued to devote himself to the guidance.

In the days that followed, Harry did indeed make a bit of a trick.

He and Ron successfully interpreted the words left by Hagrid, and went deep into the Forbidden Forest to find the eight-eyed giant spider raised by Hagrid, and got some clues from it.

"That Aragog said that the monster in the secret room is an ancient creature that their spiders fear most."

"And, of course, the girl who was attacked by the monster and died was found in the bathroom. I think it's very likely that the crying Myrtle!"

Early in the morning, while Clark was having breakfast, Harry and Ron came over and sat down on the chair beside him, talking about last night's adventure in every word.

Although the two knew that Clark did not support their adventure, when they really encountered a problem, they still found him subconsciously.

"You guys acted recklessly last night." Clark finished his last bite of the omelette and began to criticize them.

"The eight-eyed giant spider is a magical animal with a dangerous level of XXXXX. It can kill an elephant with just a little venom. It's a miracle that you two can come back alive."

After criticizing, he pondered again, "However, I seem to have seen the ancient creature that spiders are most afraid of."

"What?" Harry and Ron demanded in unison.

Clark laughed, "I can't remember that either."

Disappointed expressions appeared on the faces of the two of them, and Clark comforted them, "I'll let you know when I look through the book and find it."

Clark certainly knew that the so-called ancient creature was the basilisk, but now was not the time to tell Harry about them.

Unlike Neville, Clark's career transfer for Hermione is a mage, which has a deeper transformation of the soul.

Therefore, Hermione's petrified state needs to remain a little longer.

Fortunately, Harry and Ron and the others were quickly attracted by a piece of bad news.

In the first class in the morning, Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom for ten minutes and told them that the exam would be held on June 1st, and today was only a short week away.

"Exam?" Ron screamed, "In this case, do we still need to take the exam?"

Professor McGonagall turned and frowned at Ron.

"In this extraordinary state of things, schools are still not closed so that you can continue your education."

She said sternly, "Therefore, the exams are still going on as usual, and I'm sure you will all study hard."

Study hard?

The classmates in the class immediately started chatting and chattering in the classroom, which made Professor McGonagall's brows frown even more, and his face became more gloomy.

"Professor Dumbledore's instructions before he left were to maintain the normal operation of the school as much as possible."

Her voice suppressed the discussions of the students, "This means that even if he is gone, we have to do what we do, do what we do!"

During the entire Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall marked out the key content of this year's exam for them. The little wizards could only endure their inner dissatisfaction and write down this knowledge in their notebooks.

But there is good news. Just three days before their first exam, Professor McGonagall announced another piece of news.

"I have good news for everyone."

Clark watched Professor McGonagall in the faculty chair as he ate his breakfast.

"Professor Sprout told me that mandrakes are finally ready to be harvested."

This good news instantly made the little wizards boil.

After the noise had subsided, Professor McGonagall continued.

"Tonight, we can bring the petrified back to life.

And she will probably tell us who, or something, attacked her.

It is my sincere hope that this horrific year will end when we catch the killer. "

Everyone burst into cheers~www.readwn.com~ Clark clapped in unison, and Ron smiled for the first time in a few days.

"Does this mean that it doesn't matter if we ask Myrtle or not?"

Ron said to Harry happily.

"When Hermione wakes up, all the questions may be answered!

But don't forget, if she finds out that there are three days left for the exam, she will definitely go crazy.

She hasn't had time to review yet! Perhaps it would be kinder to let her stay where she is until the exams are over. "

Harry's mouth twitched at Ron's joke, when Clark suddenly whispered in their ears.

"I seem to have discovered something about the ancient creature I mentioned earlier."

"What?" Clark's words made Harry's eyes widen.

Clark pointed to the little wizard standing around them, "It's not appropriate to say this here, we have to find a better place."