Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Malfoy couldn't believe his eyes when Clark, Harry, and Ron went down to the hall for breakfast together.

He was very happy to see Harry and Ron still at Hogwarts, although they looked tired.

This made the look on his face very bad, and when Harry and Ron saw him, they glared at him and wanted to swallow him alive.

Clark ignored their cockfighting childlike behavior and sat next to Hermione and Neville.

As soon as he sat down, the large plate in front of him, which had almost bottomed out, was filled with food again.

Today's breakfast includes baked chickpeas with tomato sauce, grilled white sausage, and his favorite honey butter fried toast. The toast smothered in honey butter sauce is fried golden on both sides, crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside, fragrant and sweet. Tearing it apart and soaking it in milk actually gave Clark the satisfaction of eating soy milk and fritters.

Seeing how he was eating so much, Hermione finally couldn't hold back her breath, put on an angry look, and complained to Clark.

"You don't even know what we experienced last night..."

Experienced Clark knows that never try to interrupt a girl, whether she is a girl or a woman.

So even though he had heard Harry say it again in the morning, Clark still pretended not to know and listened to Hermione again with great interest.

Compared to Harry and Ron, Hermione was not at all interested in the big dog and what was hidden under the trapdoor.

She just kept complaining about Harry and the others for their ignorance and daring. Neville just wanted to never approach the big dog again.

After the three of them finished speaking, Ron and Harry came over. As soon as Hermione saw them, she immediately turned her head away, hummed, and didn't want to pay attention to them.

But Harry and Ron thought it was an unexpected good thing. They had always thought that Hermione was self-righteous and liked to give orders. Now that no one was talking in their ears, they were happy to pretend they didn't see it.

Looking at the awkward appearance of the two sides, Clark could only shake his head helplessly, thinking in his heart whether the Gryffindor triangle would part ways with his participation.

After eating, Hermione took the book and left arrogantly. Clark looked at her back, and then at Ron, who was eating Harry's mouth full of ketchup, and chose to follow her heartily. go up.

After all, Harry is reckless, Ron Shaozhi, two Erha teenagers, how can there be no one like Hermione.

Of course, Clark is purely appreciative. Although he was very fond of Emma's face when he was watching the movie, this girl is still too young, more than cute, and not enough. Besides, it's not watching movies now. For him, Hermione's role is much bigger than Harry and Ron combined.

And hearing the footsteps chasing behind her, Hermione, who had deliberately slowed down her pace, smiled.

But when Clark walked to her side, Hermione's smile faded and she pretended to be indifferent again. Clark said in his heart that you are still too tender, and in a few words, he teased her. Had to laugh, and happily went to the library together.

As for Harry and Ron, they didn't realize that Clark was gone at all, and they were still thinking about how to get revenge on Malfoy.

To their delight, about a week later, such an opportunity came with the owl postman.

As the owls swarmed into the auditorium as usual, everyone's attention was drawn to the slender package carried by six long-eared owls.

Clark was eating fried eggs, chatting with Hermione and Neville about the homework in the herbal class, and when he heard the movement, he looked up and understood what it was.

The Nimbus 2000 that Professor McGonagall bought for Harry!

The six owls circled down and landed in front of Harry, astonished by the slender wrap that knocked his bacon to the floor.

When the owl flapped its wings and just flew away, another owl brought a letter and threw it on the package.

Harry tore the letter first, and with just one look, there was a look of joy on his face, and the same expression on Ron's face when he handed it to Ron.

"Nimbus 2000!" Ron sighed enviously, "I've never even touched it."

They left the auditorium in a hurry, wanting to find a place where no one was unpacked and take out their brooms before the first class.

But, as they passed through the hall, they found their way upstairs blocked by Crabbe and Goyle.

Malfoy snatched the package from Harry's hand and felt it.

At this time, Clark and Hermione finished eating and walked behind, and happened to see this scene.

Although Hermione had a conflict with the two of them, it was an internal conflict. Now that she met the Slytherin guy, she still knew that she had to agree with the outside world.

Seeing Clark standing behind Harry, Malfoy remembered the painful experience that he was so itchy that he couldn't sleep.

"It's a broom." As he said, he honestly threw the package back to Harry, but his face was still mixed with jealousy and resentment, "You wait. Punishment, Potter, first graders aren't allowed to play this."

Ron couldn't hold back.

"It's not some old broomstick," he said. "It's a Nimbus 2000. You said you had one at home, Malfoy? Comet 260?"

Ron grinned at Harry, "Comets are pretty dazzling, but they're not on the same level as Nimbus."

"How do you know that? Weasley, you can't even afford half a broom handle." Malfoy replied fiercely, "I guess you and your brothers have to save up branch by branch."

Speaking of which, before Ron could answer, Clark, his cousin, stood up first.

"As far as I know, hasn't the Malfoy family started to eat their own way? I remember that last year I took over an unmanageable medicinal herb shop from your family."

Clark's words were like a loud slap in the face, making Malfoy flush.

Even his two servants looked at him suspiciously, as if they were afraid that the Malfoy family would go bankrupt and could no longer support them both.

This made Malfoy dazed and pulled out his wand. But at this time Professor Flitwick appeared at Malfoy's elbow.

"I hope it's not a quarrel, kids?" he asked in a shrill voice, looking at both sides of the confrontation.

"Someone brought Potter a broomstick, Professor." Malfoy put away his wand and said hastily.

However, he didn't see what he imagined. Even in front of the teacher, Harry and Ron were not panicked, and they didn't look like they were caught for violating discipline at all.