Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Clark and Hermione barely touched the floor one morning.

As academic masters, they never imagined that studying would be so tiring.

There's no way, anyone who uses the time changer to take four classes in a row will have this kind of reaction.

When the novelty of using a time-turner wears off, the fatigue of repetitive learning and the confusion of time-warped time come to their minds.

Clark finally understood why only the best students were eligible to apply for the time-turner.

Even people like them who are eager to learn feel very uncomfortable. If they are replaced by Harry or Ron, I am afraid that they will really learn to vomit.

After the two finished the Muggle studies class, they went to join Harry and the others and took a Transfiguration class taught by Professor McGonagall.

Of course, for Harry and the others, the two of Clark just left suddenly for a while in the middle, and then came back.

However, this kind of confusion in time perception is still obvious. For example, Clark and Hermione both felt that what happened in the divination class was a long time ago, while the little wizards present felt that it just happened not long ago.

In reality, when the two of Clark listened with interest to Professor McGonagall explaining the knowledge of Animagus (the wizard who turned into an animal), the other little wizards kept looking at Harry secretly, as if He would fall down and die at any moment.

However, as a teacher, she could still feel whether the students below were paying attention.

When Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat in front of the class and then turned back, she looked at everyone in dissatisfaction and said, "I said, what's the matter with you today? Except Prewett and Granger. , I don't think you are listening to me attentively."

Everyone looked at Harry subconsciously, and no one said a word, when Hermione raised her hand.

"Professor, we took the first divination class before, and we read tea leaves in the class, and the result—"

"Okay, I see," interrupted Professor McGonagall, frowning. "No need to say more, Miss Granger. Tell me, who among you is going to die this year?"

Everyone looked at her in surprise.

"Me." Harry finally said lowly.

"Understood."

Professor McGonagall nodded, staring at Harry with her sharp eyes.

"As you may not know, Potter, Sybill Trelawney has predicted the death of a student every year since she came to serve at this school.

But so far, none of them have died.

Professor Trelawney's favorite way to greet a new class is to see the omens of death, so I think you're totally worrying. "

Professor McGonagall stopped suddenly, she looked at Harry, and said in a matter-of-fact tone: "In my opinion, you are in very good health, so if I don't waive your homework for today, please Excuse me. I promise you, if you do die, you won't have to turn in your homework."

"I knew Clark was right," Hermione muttered softly.

Some students with low laughs laughed, and Harry felt a lot more relaxed.

It's hard to be intimidated by a pile of tea leaves without the hazy red light and drowsy aroma of Professor Trelawney's classroom.

Not everyone was relieved, though, at least Ron still looked worried, and it was the first time Clark knew his cousin was so superstitious. Well, wizards and magic are themselves part of superstition.

When the Transfiguration class was over, Clark and Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief, which meant they couldn't go to the next class without the Time-Turner for the time being.

The two packed their things, followed the crowd, and went to the auditorium for lunch noisily.

Today's meal was plentiful, with a large pot of stew placed in the center of the table, with potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, onions, peas, sausages, and chunks of beef that had been simmered softly.

Put such a hot bowl, and then take a golden fluffy scones, a piece of cake and a piece of meat, a simple meal that can make people feel happy for an afternoon.

"Be happy, Ron," Clark pushed a pot of stew in front of him. "You heard what Professor McGonagall said. Even if you don't believe me, you should trust Professor McGonagall."

"I do not……"

Ron retorted, and spooned the stew into his plate again, picked up his fork, but didn't eat it.

"Harry," he whispered solemnly, "you didn't see a **** dog anywhere?"

"I..." Harry hesitated, really not wanting to lie, and said, "I saw one, the night I left the Dursleys, I saw one."

Ron's fork clicked and fell onto the plate.

"Maybe it was just a stray dog," Clark said quietly, of course he knew that the black dog was Sirius Black, but it was pointless to say it now.

Ron looked at Clark like he was going crazy.

"Clarke, you should know that if Harry ever saw something ominous, then—that's bad," he said, "my—my uncle Billyers saw one, and it turned out—he ended up two He'll be dead in fourteen hours!"

"Ron," Clark said, almost dumbfounded, "Of course I know, but Uncle Billiers did die in an accident. He drank too much that day and drowned himself."

"Impossible!" Ron started to get angry. "You don't know what you're talking about. Most wizards are scared to death when they see the ominous!"

"That's the truth," Hermione said in an all-seeing tone. "They were scared to death when they saw the ominous. The ominous is not a bad omen, it's the cause of death!"

Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione didn't want to argue with him anymore, "Well, we're talking about no point, what's supposed to come will always come, and it's no use worrying."

After speaking, she drank the last sip of juice in the glass, grabbed her schoolbag and left with Clark and the others.

After a short lunch break, Clark, who had regained his energy, was happy to go to his first class on the conservation of magical creatures.

They came outside the castle and walked on the wide grounds.

At this time, the rain that had been falling all night had stopped, the sky was a refreshing light gray, and the grass under my feet was wet, and it was very elastic to step on.

They descended the smooth grassy **** towards Hagrid's hut at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

It wasn't until they got a little closer and saw the back of the three familiar heads that they realized they had to take this class with the Slytherin students today.

"I don't know how long that stupid big guy can stay in this position. I guarantee that he will have to go back to the woods after a few days..."

Malfoy was talking to Crabbe and Goyle in high spirits, making them both giggle rudely.

Clark looked at his back and shook his head, this guy always has a bad memory, and if Hagrid really went to the woods, I'm afraid it would be to pick up money.

Hagrid, who was a teacher on his first day, was also standing at the door of his cabin, waiting for the students.

He was still wearing his moleskin coat, and Fang Fang the Great Hound was at his feet, as if he could not wait to set off.

"Come on, come on, come here, everyone, hurry up!" he shouted after seeing the students walking in, "I have a good thing for you to see today! Trust me, this class will be amazing. Are you all here? Well, come with me!"

He beckoned them to go in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and Harry was still worried about whether Hagrid would lead them into the forest.

Fortunately, Hagrid wasn't stupid, he just led them around the edge of the woods.

After about five minutes of walking, they found themselves outside a small, empty paddock.

"Everyone gather around this fence!" cried Hagrid. "By the way—make sure you can see. Well, first you need to open your textbooks—"

"How?" was Draco Malfoy's cold, lazy voice.

"Huh?" Hagrid didn't understand for a moment what he meant.

"How could we possibly open the textbook?" Malfoy asked again sarcastically.

He took out the book "The Monster Book of Monsters" that was tied with a rope. Other students did the same as him, some tied the book firmly, some stuffed the book in a narrow and tight bag, or They were held together with a large clip.

"None of you—none of you were able to open the textbook?" asked Hagrid, looking a little disappointed.

Most of the classmates shook their heads, only Clark stood up, "I remember I told the manager of Lishen Bookstore to tell book buyers how to deal with these guys."

As he spoke, he demonstrated it to the students who didn't know yet, "You have to stroke the spine of the book, look, like this..."

Under his demonstration, the violent textbook suddenly became quiet.

In front of Clark, Malfoy pouted, but did not dare to say anything.

"That's good," said Hagrid confidently, who was relieved, "you all have textbooks, now...now...now what you need are Fantastic Beasts. Yes, I'll bring them right away. Wait a minute..."

After speaking, Hagrid left them behind and walked into the Forbidden Forest alone, causing the students to look at each other in dismay.

Seeing this, Marl once again complained to his classmates, "My God, this school is finished, and that idiot is also here to teach. My dad will have a heart attack when he hears it—"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry glared at him.

"Be careful, Potter, there's a dementor behind you—"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" Lavender Brown screamed, pointing across the paddock.

It turned out that under the leadership of Hagrid, a dozen tall animals trotted towards them.

The students had never seen such an odd animal, with the body, hind legs and tail of a horse, but also the sharp front claws of an eagle, huge wings and a head with a grim beak that made them look like Dangerous and mysterious.

Fortunately, each monster had a thick leather collar around its neck, tied by a long chain.

All the chains were in Hagrid's big hands, and he followed the monsters slowly into the paddock.

"Come on, over there!" he roared, shaking the chain in his hand, urging the monsters toward the fence where the class stood.

The well-read Hermione also recognized these half-horse, half-bird monsters.

"Oh, it's a hippogriff!" Hermione exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Hagrid stepped forward at this time and tied the monsters to the fence, and the classmates backed away a little.

"Yes, it's the Hippogriff!" He happily introduced after hearing Hermione's words, "Look, how beautiful they are, aren't they?"

Clark took another look at the hippogriffs, and if you ignore the claws and beaks that look very dangerous, these big guys are exactly what Hagrid said.

Then Hagrid talked about their habits and characteristics, and told everyone how to make friends with them.

"Remember, the Hippogriff is prone to tantrums. Don't humiliate it, or you might die," Hagrid emphasized, then asked, "Okay—who wants to come first? "

Hearing this, most of the classmates stepped back again, and even Harry and Ron had their doubts, after all, those hippogriffs flung their vicious heads and stretched out their powerful wings, and seemed unwilling to be attacked. Tie it up like this.

But just as Hagrid was about to ask with a pleading face, a calm voice made him overjoyed.

"I come!"

Neville took a step forward, his sturdy back looked extraordinarily reliable, which also greatly changed the impression of some classmates on him. Even Malfoy opened his mouth in surprise when he saw him take the initiative to stand up.

After all, when he was in first grade, he became a laughing stock for riding a broom.

Even though his image has improved last year, he has not been so conspicuous when he has been around someone as good as Clark.

But now these students suddenly found that they could not recognize the former crybaby.

He was so tall that he was almost as tall as Malfoy's two henchmen, but he wasn't as obese as the two of them, but he looked very athletic.

It is said that the external image can change a person's temperament, and Neville, who has a strong physique, naturally shows a bit of heroic spirit.

He ignored the strange gazes behind him, took a few steps, slammed his right hand on the fence of the paddock, and climbed over the fence as smooth as Dongguan Aberdeen.

"Good job, Neville!" said Hagrid gruffly. "Okay—let's see how you deal with Buckbeak."

He unfastened a chain, pulled the grey hippogriff away from its companion, and unfastened its leather collar.

The classmates on the other side of the paddock held their breaths, and Malfoy narrowed his eyes maliciously.

Under their gazes~www.readwn.com~ Neville followed Hagrid's instructions generously and walked to the hippogriff.

Then, they saw that the so-called very arrogant monster in Hagrid's mouth actually bent down its scaly front knees and took the initiative to bow to Neville with an unmistakable gesture.

This situation surprised Hagrid.

"It's incredible, Neville!" said Hagrid ecstatically. "I've never seen this before, well—I think it'll let you ride it!"

All the classmates cheered, except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who seemed extremely disappointed.

And Neville flexibly flipped onto the hippogriff's back amid the cheers, and then soared into the sky under the envious gaze of everyone!

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