Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

George and Fred had just left when someone very unpopular showed up.

"Having your last meal, Potter? When will you take the train back to your Muggle home?"

Malfoy's face was covered in red scratches, and his neck was twisting from time to time as if his clothes didn't fit, while Crabbe and Goyle stood beside him like two bodyguards.

"Now that you're back on the ground, with your little friend by your side, you're more courageous." Harry put down his fork and said coldly.

Of course, Crabbe and Goyle can't be considered small at all, but since the chair was full of teachers, they didn't dare to make trouble, so they had to squeeze their fingers with a gloomy face.

"I'm willing to fight you alone at any time," Malfoy said. He didn't dare to look at Clark now. Although he didn't know why he was suddenly itchy, he could guess that it had nothing to do with Clark.

"Tonight if you're okay with it. A duel between wizards. Wands only—no touch. What's the matter? You haven't heard of wizard duels, I guess?"

"Of course he's heard of it." Before Harry could speak, Ron quickly agreed, "I'm his assistant, who is your assistant?"

Malfoy looked at Crabbe and Goyle and weighed them both.

"Crabbe," he said. "It's just midnight, how about that? We'll meet you in the prize showroom, which is never locked."

After Malfoy left, Ron and Harry looked at each other.

"What about wizard duels?" Harry asked. "What do you mean by being my assistant?"

"Oh, if you die, the assistant will follow." Clark ate the last bit of pork chops, wiped his mouth, and said lightly.

He had been watching Harry and Malfoy arguing quietly just now, and he had no intention of interfering.

Since the last time he was in Hagrid's hut and learned that the Philosopher's Stone is also a certificate for a career change, he has been thinking about it. If Harry didn't take a night tour this time, didn't go to the corridor on the fourth floor, and didn't go to see the three-headed dog, how would the plot of the Philosopher's Stone continue?

"Come on after you die?" Harry exclaimed.

At this point Ron caught the look on Harry's face and hurriedly explained: "He's scaring you, generally only real wizards will die in a proper duel. You and Malfoy can only shoot at each other at best. Sparks. You two know too little magic to really hurt each other. Still, I bet he thought you'd say no."

"What if I waved my wand and there was no response at all?"

"Then throw away the wand and punch him in the nose," Ron suggested.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

Hermione had finished her meal and got up to go to the library with Clark, but after hearing Harry and Ron's words, she couldn't help it.

Looking at Hermione standing in front of him, Harry and Ron also roughly guessed what she would say.

"Can someone stop eating here?" Ron said.

Hermione ignored him, but said to Harry, "You must never wander around the school at night, think about how many points you'll lose to Gryffindor if you get caught, and you're bound to get caught. Yes. Are you really too selfish to learn Clark?"

"Oh, I knew you would say that." Ron muttered.

Harry was still a little guilty at first, after all, it was against the school rules, but after hearing Hermione's words, he had a rebellious feeling in his heart: Clark didn't dare to do this, but I did it, then wait for me After defeating Malfoy, I'm no worse than him.

So he buried his head, didn't even look at Hermione, just said something dull, "This matter really has nothing to do with you."

Ron even gave an expulsion order, "You better go find your Clark."

Apparently Hermione's last words stung him.

Faced with these two people who didn't know what to do, Hermione also turned her head and walked away angrily.

At night, Clark was lying on the bed, and he could clearly hear the voices of Harry and Ron discussing outside.

"If he tries to spell you, you'd better avoid it, because I don't remember how to block the spell."

While Ron was advising Harry, Dean and Seamus both fell asleep (Neville hadn't returned from the hospital).

Clark drew the curtain and pretended to be asleep.

He didn't want to be part of Harry's adventure tonight, because he had to get up early for a run at five tomorrow morning.

This is no joke, he has already completed one third of his [Running] specialty task.

Besides, he didn't really ignore it, he had already arranged everything that should be arranged.

"It's half past eleven," Clark finally heard Ron whisper, "We have to go."

Then there was a rustling sound of dressing, as well as the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor, the sound of opening the door, UU reading www. The sound of uukanshu.com going down the stairs.

After these voices disappeared, Clark murmured and fell asleep completely.

The next morning, Clark got up early as usual, looked at Harry and the others who were sleeping soundly, shook his head, and went for a run first.

When he came back from running to take a shower, Harry and Ron unexpectedly both got up.

"Hey, Clark, you can't imagine what we experienced last night." Harry and Ron shouted excitedly when they saw Clark.

It seems that both of them are very excited about seeing the big dog with three heads and getting in close contact with it, and wish to experience it again.

"Looks like your experience last night must have been cool!" Clark wiped his head and said very funny.

Harry nodded and hurriedly told him everything that happened last night.

From Malfoy not showing up, to being chased by the caretaker Filch, to their escape to the room at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor with the help of a crow and seeing a large dog with three heads, and Trapdoor at the foot of the big dog.

And, Harry told Clark and Ron exactly that little package that seemed to have been transferred from Gringotts to Hogwarts.

[Ding, you have collected some information about the transfer certificate, please continue to work hard. 】

"It's either very precious or very dangerous." After hearing Harry's words, Ron immediately began to guess what it was that needed such strict guarding.

"Or both." Harry said, looking at Clark.

Clark had no choice but to nod his head in agreement, and said casually, "That might be an alchemy item with a length of only about two inches."

Besides these, they couldn't guess anything.