Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Clark!"

When Clark and Charlie walked into the Leaky Cauldron together, an unexpected and reasonable person called to stop him.

"Harry! Why are you here?"

With messy black hair, rustic black-rimmed glasses, and a lightning scar on his forehead, yes, this is the famous Harry Potter.

Clark introduced his classmate to Charlie. The guy walked up to him very enthusiastically, held the other's hand tightly, and shook it vigorously.

"I've been living here lately," Harry said after struggling to cope with Charlie's greeting, "The story in between is hard to describe."

"Then let's not talk about it." Clark waved his hand, and asked Tom, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, to help Charlie open a room first.

"This is my cousin, Ron's eldest brother Charlie, who has been raising dragons in Romania before. You know, he will take the train with us to school tomorrow."

Clark briefly introduced Charlie's situation, and then said, "Have you bought everything you need for the new semester? I made an appointment with Hermione and the others to meet at Diagon Alley."

Harry nodded, "Of course, I bought everything for school last week."

"What about you, cousin, do you want to hang out with us, or go to the room to rest for a while?" Clark asked Charlie again.

Charlie glanced at Harry, who was still a little unnatural, and hesitated for a while, but decided to go back to his room first. After all, he didn't dare to rest on the way back from Romania. "You guys go, have fun."

The two came to the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron together, and Harry took out his wand, tapped the third brick from the left above the trash can, and took a step back.

With the gate of Diagon Alley opening in the wall, in the bright summer sun, a cobblestone street leading to the magical world appeared in front of them.

"Where did you meet Hermione and the others?" Harry asked. "I've been shopping around here for weeks."

Clark could hear that Harry's voice was very light, and it seemed that the days in Diagon Alley were much happier than at his uncle and aunt's house.

"Florin Fusco Ice Cream Shop."

Clark reported a place name, and Harry immediately led the way, talking as he walked.

"It's a coincidence, I often go to that store to write homework about burning witches in the Middle Ages. The owner is very nice, and he will give me a free ice cream every half an hour."

The two were walking and chatting when a crowded shop on the side of the road caught Clark's attention.

"Quidditch boutique," Harry said excitedly when he saw Clark stop and noticed his gaze, "Ah, there are a lot of people here every day."

Having said that, he took Clark and slid in sideways, squeezed past the excited witches and wizards, and then saw a very imposing and luxurious looking broom on a table that was just set up.

Well, that's still a broom, at least in Clark's eyes.

"Just out... samples..." a square-jawed wizard told his companion.

"It's the fastest broom in the world. Is it, Dad?" a boy younger than Harry asked sharply, shaking his father's arm.

"Ireland International Club just placed an order to buy seven such boutiques!" the owner told everyone, "they are the hottest items in this World Cup!"

There was a lot of noise around, a big witch in front of Harry moved away, and Clark finally saw the sign next to the broom:

"Firebolt, this latest high-speed broom adopts a streamlined design, representing the highest level of craftsmanship on the broom at present!

High-quality ash wood handle, streamlined, exquisite, polished with diamond polish, timeless, and hand-engraved with a registration number, each broom is unique..."

Clark just glanced at it and lost interest. He didn't know how many times he had seen this kind of exaggerated advertising routine on TV in his previous life.

Harry, who was beside him, was so dazzled that he almost stuck his face on the glass window.

"Come on, Harry! You already have a good broom, there's no need to buy another." Clark turned around and squeezed out of the crowd.

"But that's the Firebolt, the fastest broomstick in the world." Harry muttered incessantly behind him.

"It's also the most expensive!"

Harry glanced back a little unwillingly. The Firebolt's label said the price was negotiable.

Perhaps as Clark said, it must be very expensive, but his mind suddenly popped up in his own underground vault in Gringotts, the piles of gold Galleons, Silver Sikes and Copper Nuts.

Clark answered at this time.

"I know what you're thinking, maybe there's a lot of money in the Potter family's coffers, after all, your grandfather invented the quick-smoothing hair cream, and the cosmetics industry is always hugely profitable.

But trust me, Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't want to see you spending money. "

"Okay, okay, it's Headmaster Dumbledore again, I'm no longer a child." Harry complained dissatisfiedly.

After the two left the Quidditch shop, they soon saw Neville, Hermione, and Ron under the umbrellas outside the Florin Fusco Ice Cream Shop.

"Clark! Harry! Here we are." Hermione also found them, and was waving desperately at the two of them happily.

Today, she was wearing a long sky blue dress and a light yellow dome straw hat on her head. Her skin was tanned to a healthy wheat color. She was cute and playful, looking full of sunshine and vitality.

Ron had a dirty look on his face. He and his parents had only returned from Egypt not long ago. He looked very tired, and even the freckles on his face were not so conspicuous.

As for Neville, he was still so taciturn, but Harry felt that his change was the greatest of all.

He obviously still looked familiar, honest and honest, but he felt so vicissitudes of life and so lonely for Harry.

It is like an ancient city standing in a vast desert.

Clark seemed to have noticed this too, and took the initiative to pat Neville on the shoulder.

Neville has been like this since he was possessed by Inhota in Egypt.

That experience had a great impact on him, but fortunately, the gain and the effort are directly proportional. Once he has digested the experience of being possessed, he must be able to go further in the martial arts.

Neville, who was awakened, smiled stiffly at Harry, "How was your vacation?"

"It's okay, it's great to be here for a few weeks." Harry and Clark sat down.

"Finally see you," Ron said, smiling at Harry. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron first, but they said you were gone, and then we went to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop and the Fabulous Apothecary—"

"Wait," Harry frowned, "how did you know I live in the Leaky Cauldron?"

"My dad said it." Ron said lightly.

Mr. Weasley, who works at the Ministry of Magic, has naturally heard the story of Harry blowing up his Aunt Maggie.

"Harry, did you really blow up your aunt?" Clark also asked curiously.

"I didn't do it on purpose," Harry said aggrievedly, but everyone present didn't quite believe it, and Ron even laughed at the side, "I just—I couldn't control it for a while."

"This is no joke, Ron!" Hermione said sternly.

"Underage wizards use magic outside of school, or in front of Muggles, this is a serious illegal act, and I remember this is the second time you have had such a problem.

Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't get kicked out of school. "

"It was Dobby who did it last time," Harry denied, and then added, "Actually, I'm also wondering, let alone firing, I thought I'd be arrested."

He suddenly looked at Ron, "Your dad doesn't know why Fudge let me go, does he?"

"Maybe it's you, isn't it?" Ron shrugged, still chuckling softly, "You are the famous Harry Potter, the savior who defeated the mysterious man."

Seeing Harry's face was not very happy, he could only say: "Well, you can ask my dad yourself tonight. Our family is staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, so you can come with us tomorrow. King's Cross, Hermione lives there too!"

Hermione nodded happily. "Yes, Mom and Dad sent me here this morning, and all the stuff I'll need at Hogwarts."

"Great!" Harry said happily, "So, have you got all your new textbooks and supplies?"

"Not yet," Hermione shook her head. "We haven't bought textbooks yet."

"Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

So Harry and the others stood up, ready to go to Lihen Bookstore to buy new textbooks together.

However, as soon as they entered the Lihen Bookstore, they were startled by the scene inside.

The bookstore was a mess at the moment. The beautifully bound bronzing magic books that were originally displayed were gone, replaced by several large iron cages, which probably contained more than one hundred "Monster Books of Monsters".

The books were locked together, and they were all fighting each other aggressively, like in a fierce wrestling match, biting and fighting aggressively, and shattered pieces of paper flying everywhere.

Seeing such a scene, Clark frowned.

"Is it from Hogwarts? Are you here to buy new textbooks?" The bookstore manager greeted him impatiently.

But when he saw Clark, he immediately squeezed a pleasing smile on his face, "Ah, so it's Mr. Clark who is here. What book do you need? I'll get it for you."

"Don't be in a hurry," Clark waved his hand with a serious look. He pointed to the iron cage, "What's the situation with these books?"

"Uh, Master Clark, it's like this," the bookstore manager wiped the sweat from his brow nervously, "These 'Ghost Books' are the textbooks for this year's Hogwarts Conservation of Magical Creatures class, as you can see, They're kind of dynamic."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud chirp pierced the air, and the two "Monster Books of Monsters" in the big iron cage grabbed the third one and worked together to tear it in half.

"Stop! Stop!"

The manager hurriedly shouted anxiously. At the same time, he picked up a large walking stick full of knots and put on a pair of very thick gloves, ready to open the cage door and forcibly separate the books.

However, Clark just snapped his fingers and cast a psionic ability [Shock and Stun] on the Book of Monsters.

Under the surprised eyes of the manager, the books immediately scattered honestly.

"This must be Hagrid's masterpiece. Except for him, no professor would like a biting book." Ron speculated aside.

"It's actually very easy to deal with these books." Clark looked at the manager's pitiful appearance, and really couldn't say much. "You just need to gently stroke the spine of the books, and they will be quiet!"

"What?!" the manager asked in surprise.

Clark motioned for the other party to take out a "Monster Book of Monsters" from the cage. The book struggled to bite, but his index finger slid from top to bottom on the spine of the book, and the book trembled and opened. , lying quietly in his hands.

"I think before you enter the book, you should do a good research and at least figure out their situation. I don't want to see this happen again."

The manager responded quickly, and at the same time instructed a few shop assistants to quickly tie up these quiet books.

"Master Clark~www.readwn.com~ What else do you need?" the manager asked, bending over.

Clark and the others looked at the book list and began to purchase the textbooks needed for the third grade.

In addition to regular textbooks such as "Intermediate Transfiguration" and "Standard Spells, Level 3", they also need to buy "The Monster Book of Monsters" and "Poke the Mist and See the Future" this year.

The former is a textbook for the protection of magical creatures class, and the latter is a designated introductory textbook for the divination class. It has a strong guiding role in reading palmistry, crystal balls, and bird viscera.

However, compared to Harry and Ron, the situation of Clark and Hermione is different.

"What are you doing?" Harry saw the bookstore manager use his wand to control a stack of books floating behind Hermione and Clark.

"Oh, Clark and I took more new classes than you, didn't we?" Hermione explained, "Those are our textbooks, astronomy, protection of magical animals, divination, ancient runes, Muggle studies. —"

"Why do you study Muggle studies?" Ron said, rolling his eyes at Harry. "You were originally a Muggle! Your parents are Muggles, and you already know everything about Muggles!"

"However, it would be interesting to study them from a wizard's point of view," Hermione said enthusiastically.

"Then don't you have to take these classes together all year?" Harry asked, while Ron smirked.

Hermione ignored them, and Clark glared at Ron, "Okay, let's go to the next place."

After speaking, he put the books of himself and Hermione into the magic pocket.