Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Latest website: Early the next morning, Clark still ran two laps around Black Lake with Neville as usual.

When they got out of the dormitory showers and walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, they found Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting at the long table.

"Clark, here!"

Hermione beckoned, and Clark sat down on a seat next to her, next to George Weasley to his left.

Today's breakfast is quite rich. It is a standard English breakfast, including baked beans in tomato sauce, fried eggs, fried bacon, fried sausages, fried mushrooms...

Well, these things are still pretty high in calories.

Clark grabbed some at random and put it on the plate, then poured himself a glass of juice, but just as he was about to enjoy it, he saw Harry sitting there sullenly, the food on the plate in front of him untouched.

"What's the matter with him?" Clark nudged Hermione lightly.

"Well, it's not that guy." Hermione raised her chin and pouted in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Clark turned his head and saw Draco Malfoy at a glance. He seemed to be telling a particularly funny story to a large group of Slytherin classmates, and occasionally pretended to faint suddenly, causing everyone to laugh.

"Hey, why are you so naive?" Clark shook his head and sighed, worried about the future inheritance of the Malfoy family and the failure of old Malfoy's educational methods.

George happened to be handing out the new third-year schedule to them, and when he heard this, he looked up, just in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with fright again.

"That little pail," he said calmly, "he wasn't as cocky as he is when the Dementors came into the car last night. I remember him getting into our cubicle, didn't he, Fred? "

"Almost wet my pants," Fred nodded, giving Malfoy a contemptuous glance.

"I'm not too happy myself," said George. "Those dementors are some horrible people..."

"It just freezes your internal organs, doesn't it?"

"By the way, Neville, I heard from Ron that you killed three dementors," George suddenly looked at Neville. "That's really cool!"

Fred also asked, "How did you do it?"

The question caught the attention of all the little wizards on the Gryffindor table, who perked up their ears and listened in silence.

"Of course it's with great strength and firm willpower." Neville smiled, revealing his white teeth.

George and Fred rolled their eyes at this generalized statement, but Neville added, "If you want to learn, you can sign up for this semester's dueling club, and I'll be there with you all. Share your thoughts on this.”

"Yeah, that's great." Although George and Neville were polite to each other, their words were heard by many little wizards in Gryffindor.

However, Harry was still a little sullen at this time.

"I envy you, Neville, you didn't faint, and you were able to fight back," he whispered.

"Don't think about it, Harry." George encouraged him. "My dad had to go to Azkaban once, do you remember, Fred? He said it was the scariest place he'd ever been, I still remember him coming back limp and shaking...the Dementors sucked the joy away and most of the prisoners there ended up going mad."

"Okay, after our first Quidditch match, let's see how happy Malfoy will be," Fred said, taking Harry's shoulders, "Gryffindor vs Slytherin, Ben The first game of the season, remember?"

Harry and Malfoy had only ever played against each other in a Quidditch match in the past, and that time Harry won, and Malfoy watched as the Snitch was snatched in front of him, which was unquestionably bad.

Hearing this, Harry was in a better mood, and he got himself some sausages and roasted tomatoes.

Hermione, who was looking at the new class schedule, said happily, "Oh, great, we're starting a few new classes today."

"Hermione," said Ron, craned his neck to look over, frowning, "they've got your class schedule in a mess, look—they even want you to take about ten classes a day, how can you have that many? time."

Clark also looked at his new class schedule. Similar to Hermione, he also needed six classes today.

Divination classes, Muggle studies and arithmetic were all at 9am, followed by a herbal class, and in the afternoon their first class was Protection of Magical Creatures, followed by Ancient Runes and Transfiguration.

Among these elective courses, due to the small number of students, all four colleges take classes together.

Of course, he had time to rest in the evening, but because it was the first day of school, he had to inform the staff of the school magazine to hold a meeting tonight to discuss the follow-up development of the "Hogwarts School Magazine", and duel He also needs to worry about the follow-up operation of the club and Dragon Farm.

If it wasn't for the fact that Professor McGonagall handed him the time converter yesterday, he would probably have to learn the art of shadow avatars.

On the other side, Hermione was also dealing with Ron, "I will have a solution. I have discussed it with Professor McGonagall."

"But look," Ron laughed, still like a straight man, trying to fight Hermione to the end. "See this morning's class? Divination at nine. Next, at nine, Muggle Studies. And—"

Ron leaned closer to the schedule, as if not believing his eyes.

"Look—here down, arithmetic, nine o'clock. God, I know you're good, Hermione, but no one's that good. How can you be in three classrooms at the same time?"

"Don't be silly, Ron," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course I can't be in three classrooms at the same time."

"then you-"

"Hand over the marmalade," said Hermione.

"But-"

"Please, Ron, even if my class schedule is a bit full, what does that have to do with you?" Hermione said bluntly: "I told you, I have discussed with Professor McGonagall, don't Use your thinking to speculate on the learning methods of the academic masters."

Ron's ears were flushed with anger, and he was about to speak when Hagrid entered the auditorium.

He was still wearing the same moleskin coat he used to wear when he was a gamekeeper, while absently tossing a dead polecat with one big hand, he didn't look like a professor at all.

"How?" He stopped walking towards the staff table and looked at Harry and the others with interest.

"You guys will come to my first class, right after lunch. To be honest, I woke up after five in the morning, couldn't sleep, and had everything ready... Hope the class goes well... I, finally became a teacher... Really..."

He spoke incoherently to Harry and continued towards the staff table, still tossing the dead polecat in his hand.

"I don't know what he's preparing?" Ron tugged at the fried eggs on the plate uneasy, and there was a hint of worry in his voice.

Clark knew what kind of magical creatures Hagrid would introduce in his first class, but he didn't intend to intervene. Today is different. With him around, Hagrid's first class won't cause any trouble.

After breakfast, the students rushed to their first class.

Clark and the others also said goodbye to Fred and George, got up and walked outside.

Their first class today was a divination class. The classroom was at the top of the North Tower, which was basically one of the highest floors in the entire Hogwarts Castle, um, after the Headmaster's Office and the Astronomy Tower.

Several people trot all the way through the castle and up the stairs, but eventually get lost.

After all, although they had stayed at Hogwarts for two years, they had not reached the point where they knew the entire castle well, and they had never been to the North Tower.

Fortunately, they met the heroic Sir Cadogan on the way, a mad knight living in a magic painting.

Under his leadership, Clark and the others, panting heavily, climbed the rapidly rotating stairs, and finally arrived at the location of the divination classroom.

Above their heads, there were faint voices. They climbed the last few steps and came to a small platform where most of the classmates had gathered.

But there is no door on the platform.

"Look there!" Ron pointed to the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it.

"Sybill Trelawney, divination teacher," Harry read aloud, "but how are we going to get up there?"

As if to answer his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened outwards, and a silver ladder was lowered and landed right in front of them.

Climbing up the ladder, they came to a very strange classroom, in fact, it didn't look very much like a classroom, but more like a mixture of a loft and an old-fashioned tea house.

In the messy room, there were at least twenty small round tables crowded together, and around each table were calico armchairs and bulging small futons.

The curtains on the walls were drawn tightly, and each lamp was covered with a large scarf scarf, which enveloped the whole room in a hazy red light.

Combined with the roaring flames below the mantelpiece, and the strong aroma from the copper teapot on the table, it was sultry and almost breathless.

When all the students had arrived, a voice suddenly came from the shadows of the room, a soft, indistinct voice.

"Welcome," said the voice. "It's great to finally see you in the physical world."

Clark looked up and saw that it was a very oddly dressed lady.

She is thin and wears a pair of huge black-rimmed glasses whose thick lenses magnify her eyes several times their original size.

A thin and transparent veil with many shimmering metal sheets was draped over her shoulders, countless beads and chains hung around her long thin neck, and many bracelets and rings were also worn on her arms and hands.

It made her look like a giant, shiny insect.

"Sit down, my children, sit down," she said, and her classmates scrambled up into armchairs or slumped on futons.

"Welcome to the divination class!" she told everyone, leaning lazily in an easy chair by the fire.

"I'm Professor Trelawney. You probably haven't seen me before. I've found that frequent trips to the chaotic and noisy campus life can blur my third eye."

This strange argument, combined with the mysterious atmosphere around, made the little wizards present dare not make a sound.

Professor Trelawney neatly arranged her shawl and continued:

"I'm glad you took divination, the most advanced of all magical arts.

But I also have to put my words first. If you don't have enough insight, and you don't have sufficient spirituality, then I can't do anything.

In this field, talent is more important than hard work, and what I can teach you is just a little bit..."

Her words successfully made the little wizards present agitated. After all, no one wanted to admit that she had no talent, only Hermione whispered, "Pretend to be a ghost."

As a [Mage], she doesn't believe this. Among the eight major factions of [Mage], there are prophecy factions, so in her opinion, the so-called lack of talent is just that your strength is not strong enough. .

And what Professor Trelawney did next seemed to validate her idea.

The professor first greeted Neville's grandmother and tried to scare him, but Neville, who had followed Clark's experience, was no longer the timid and honest boy he used to be.

"I think my grandma is fine. She took me to the train station yesterday."

Professor Trelawney slumped on him, and could only change the subject with a pretense of calmness, admonishing Parvati Patil to be wary of a red-haired man.

So that the girl looked at Ron sitting behind her in panic, and quickly moved the chair away from him.

Then, she predicted a severe flu in February, and that around Easter, someone would leave them forever.

This series of words succeeded in eliciting a fearful silence, which also made Hermione's face even more eccentric.

But Professor Trelawney doesn't seem to realize this, and he's still playing tricks up there.

"Honey," she said to Lavender Brown, who was closest to her, curled up in a chair in fright, "could you pass me the biggest silver teacup?"

Lavender seemed to be relieved, UU reading www.uukanshu. She stood up and turned around. There were many shelves strewn along the circular wall.

It was piled with divination tools, dirty quills, candle heads, many tattered playing cards, countless silver crystal balls, and a heap of teacups with tea stains.

She carefully picked up a huge teacup and placed it on the table in front of Professor Trelawney.

"Thank you, dear. By the way, the thing you fear the most—will happen on Friday, October 16th."

Lavender shivered suddenly.

When Hermione saw it, her eyebrows were raised, and she was about to close her copy of "Poke the Fog and See the Future", but Clark's eyes were quick and he put his hand in the middle of the page and shook his head at her.

"Don't worry, look again!"

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