Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Are you really all right, Harry?"

After Lupin left, Ron looked at Harry worriedly again.

Harry shook his head, wiped more cold sweat from his face, and looked at Clark, he knew that if anyone here could answer his doubts, it would be the first of the year.

"What is that thing?"

Clark put the chocolate that Professor Lupin had given him in his mouth and said at the same time, "Dementors, dementors of Azkaban."

As soon as the name came out, Ron and other little wizards who were born in the wizard family shuddered.

"Dementors, Azkaban?" Harry muttered.

"That's right," Clark nodded. "Azkaban is the prison of the wizarding world, and Dementors are the jailers who guard it."

"Apparently, Sirius Black's escape has made these guys and the Ministry a little **** off, so much so that the lords have arranged for them to search the train."

"Then I just... what happened just now?" Harry raised his head and asked embarrassedly, "Apart from me, did any of you faint?"

"No!" Ron shook his head. "Although everyone was scared, no one fainted."

This sentence made Harry's face even paler, he began to feel embarrassed, everyone else was fine, how could he be so scared?

"Actually, you don't have to," Clark reassured him, seeing his embarrassment. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Dementors are very evil dark magic creatures, they were created by dark wizards and naturally hate all humans and wizards.

These guys are aggregates of negative emotions, activated negative energies, who live off human life and happiness, and hate all beings that are not theirs.

The reason why you reacted like that just now was because they sucked out the joy and brought back some painful memories.

The sugar in chocolate can stimulate dopamine, which can make people feel happy and happy, so Professor Lupin will let you eat this stuff just now. "

"Then why don't you destroy them?" Neville asked very calmly, which caused Ron to nod several times.

"It's not that simple," Clark shook his head dumbfoundedly, "Dementors also have 'human rights'."

He emphasized the word "human rights".

"In the beginning, many famous white wizards proposed to exterminate them, but the Office of Intelligent Creatures under the Department of Management and Control of Magical and Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic expressed strong opposition.

They claim to respect the dementors' right to live and cultural practices, giving them the freedom to live their lives according to their own way. "

"They're crazy," Ron couldn't help saying. "Dementors still talk about human rights?"

"Is this the Madonna and White Zuo you said before?" Neville was succinct.

Clark nodded and continued.

"Of course this is unacceptable to you, but for those powerful wizards, dementors are not really a big threat.

On the contrary, the existence of these monsters itself represents high-end black magic knowledge and has value that can be used.

Therefore, this proposal has also won the approval of many experts in the protection of magical animals. These people propose that racial equality is greater than the sky, and dementors should be given the right to be human.

There have also been many very ridiculous situations in the magical world of 'human rights'.

Those old wizards have also tried to grant human rights to the dwarf bird, the worm, the elves and the fairies, the foxes and the trolls, and after the wizards ridiculed it, the Ministry of Magic has frequent farce on this issue... "

Seeing that Harry and others seemed to be very interested in this matter, Clark focused on it.

"For example, in the fourteenth century, there was a Speaker of the Wizarding Council named Burdock Maldon, who held a racial summit meeting in the wizarding world and believed that the person walking on two legs was a 'man'.

So the next day the goblins came to a group of chickens, ducks and geese, claiming that they are also humans, and the biggest problem is that centaurs have four legs, and mermaids have no legs. How do you define this?

After he left office, his successor, Alfreda Cragg, had a new definition, saying that people who speak human language are people.

As a result, the goblins came to smash the field the next day, and brought a group of trolls. Although the trolls were low in intelligence, they could speak some simple language, so this explanation was also yellow.

It wasn't until 1811 that the most popular Minister for Magic, Grogan Stump, succeeded in defining what it means to be human.

He believes that a 'man' is 'any creature intelligent enough to understand the laws of a magical society and to take part in the process of enacting those laws'.

Of course, there is an exception here, and that is ghosts.

And according to this definition, our Dementors have been granted human rights through the efforts of the Ministry of Magic's Office of Intelligent Creatures.

At this point, the power of the dementors was protected by law, and every wizard was required to respect their right to absorb human souls.

In order to better use the power of the dementors to serve the Ministry of Magic, a talented Minister of Magic proposed that they should guard Azkaban, which respects the power of the dementors without encroaching on the wizards. their safety.

If I say, this is really a genius proposal, because of this measure, the average life expectancy of inmates in Azkaban prison has never exceeded ten years. "

【Ding! You successfully used the 'Education' skill to impart some peculiar knowledge to the other party, experience +40]

Clark's words made everyone present laughed, and even Harry, who was not very happy, grinned.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

"I have to say that you are the most familiar with history among the little wizards I have ever met, and you are also the best storyteller."

Professor Lupin came back with a slap in the face. He paused when he entered the door, looked at everyone, smiled and said, "Why don't you eat chocolate, I didn't poison it..."

Hearing that, Harry took a bite of the chocolate and was startled to feel a sudden surge of heat over his toes and fingers, which made him feel better.

"Hogwarts in ten minutes," said Professor Lupin. "Are you all right, Harry?"

"It's alright," he whispered embarrassedly.

Lupin looked at Clark again, "To be honest, if Professor Binns had half your language skills in class, I might get an O in my .l. History of Magic exam."

With a joking gesture, he quickly narrowed the distance with the little wizards.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet, such an excellent student, maybe I'll click your name more when I'm in class."

"Clark, Clark Prewett."

"Prewett? Are you Fabian's child?" Professor Lupin looked at Clark.

This was not what Clark had expected.

"Do you know my father?" he asked in mock surprise.

"Of course," the smile on Lupin's face disappeared, becoming more solemn, "he is a very brave man, like your uncle Gideon, we went to an academy and fought side by side. pass."

"Professor, are you from Gryffindor too?" Clark asked knowingly.

Harry and the others were full of interest when they heard the words.

"Yeah, I was studying in Gryffindor at the time," Professor Lupin smiled kindly at them. "It seems that you are also a group of lion cubs."

Several people in Harry laughed. In their eyes, the middle-aged uncle became a lot more cordial for a while. After all, he was an old senior from the same college.

For the rest of the journey, they chatted eagerly, Harry recounted some of what is now Hogwarts, and Lupin shared some school stories about Clark and their parents when they were young.

But happy times are always short-lived. Finally, the train stopped at Hogsmeade Station, everyone got off the train, and the scene was chaotic.

All kinds of noisy shouts and frolics, accompanied by the pets' chirping, rang out.

The cold air on the small platform was terrifying, and the torrential rain poured down, but this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the children.

"First-year freshmen, this way!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Clark turned to see Hagrid's huge figure on the other side of the platform, beckoning the panic-stricken first-year freshmen to cross the lake in the traditional way.

That was a reserved program for the freshmen. As for them, of course they didn't need this. The carriage pulled by Yestral was quietly parked on the side of the road, waiting for them to ride.

Clark, Hermione, and Neville were naturally in the same car, and the three of them sat in the musty and straw-smelling carriage, swaying past the gate guarded by Dementors.

"Dementors guard the gate, this is the first time since the establishment of Hogwarts." Clark felt the chill on his skin and couldn't help but complain.

Fortunately, these guys are also standing at the gate, and they don't dare to take a step beyond the thunderous pool.

Finally, the carriage staggered to a halt, and the three got out of the carriage, followed the main group, walked up the stone steps, passed through the majestic oak gate, and entered the spacious and deep hall.

The burning torches radiated orange-red light, completely dispelling the chill caused by the bad weather and the dementors, and all the little wizards had smiles on their faces.

However, just as Clark and the others were about to enter the brightly lit auditorium, a sudden voice called to him.

"Potter, Granger, Longbottom, and Prewett! Come over here!"

The four of Clark turned around in surprise, and found that it was Professor McGonagall, the teacher of Transfiguration and the dean of Gryffindor House, who called out to them.

Like all deans, she is a serious-looking witch, with her hair in a tight bun and square glasses over her sharp eyes.

Clark and the others squeezed through the crowd and walked towards her. Harry was even more uneasy. For a student like him, Professor McGonagall's call always made him feel that he had done something wrong.

"There's no need to be so nervous - I just want to talk to you in the office." She gave Harry a faint glance, then said to Ron, "You can go to the Great Hall for dinner first, Mr. Weasley. "

Ron's eyes widened, watching Professor McGonagall lead Harry, Clark, Hermione, and Neville away from the laughing crowd.

A few people walked through the foyer with Professor McGonagall, up the marble steps, and down a corridor that Clark knew was Professor McGonagall's office at the end of which he had been several times before.

Professor McGonagall's office is small, but a warm fire ignites, dispelling the cold of the rainy day.

As soon as they walked in, Professor McGonagall motioned for the four of them to sit down, she herself took a seat behind the desk, and then said abruptly, "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead of time, saying that you are not feeling well on the train. , Potter."

Harry's face began to redden at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was obvious that this little boy was still a little bit embarrassed, thinking that being stunned by a Dementor was a very frustrating thing.

But before he could answer, he heard a soft knock on the door, and then Madam Pomfrey, the school doctor, hurried in.

"I'm fine," he said embarrassedly, "you don't need this—"

"Oh, it's you!" Madam Pomfrey leaned over and looked at him carefully, as if she didn't hear him. "I think you must be doing something dangerous again?"

"It's a Dementor, Poppy." Professor McGonagall said solemnly. "On the train."

Madam Pomfrey took a deep breath and clucked disapprovingly like a hen.

"I knew it, have the Dementors stationed around the school," she muttered, brushing Harry's hair back and stroking his forehead.

"Poor boy, he won't be the first to break down. Yeah, he's cold and wet. Those guys are horrible, the effect they have on someone who's already vulnerable—"

"I'm not vulnerable!" Harry said angrily.

"Of course you're not vulnerable," Madam Pomfrey said absently, feeling Harry's pulse as she looked at the others, "but I suggest you stay in bed and maybe spend the night in the school hospital, For observation. By the way, are these three children also because of Dementors?"

"I'm fine!" Harry said, standing up, unbearable at the thought that Draco Malfoy would laugh at him so badly if he was hospitalized.

"Well~www.readwn.com~ at least, you should have some chocolate, it'll make you happier," said Ms. Pomfrey, now looking into Harry's eyes again.

"I've eaten some," Harry said quickly. "Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave us all the chocolate, and I feel better now!"

"Really?" said Madam Pomfrey approvingly. "So we finally have a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows the right medicine."

It seemed that she was still haunted by the actions of Professor Lockhart last year.

"Are you really feeling okay, Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.

"Yeah." Harry nodded frantically.

"Very well, then you can go to the dinner first, I have something to explain to the others." Professor McGonagall said.

By the time Harry went out with Madam Pomfrey, there were only four people left in the office.

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