Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Neville's success gave the little wizards great confidence.

Especially when they saw Neville soaring twice over the paddock on a hippogriff, his majestic appearance made them envious.

After all, Neville's job transfer [Arcane Knight] also contained the word [Knight], which made him extraordinarily handy when riding.

Even at the moment of landing, the back is straight and full of appearance.

"Nice job, Neville, you're flying great!"

Hagrid shouted, everyone except Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle cheered Neville's brilliant performance, "Okay, who wants to try?"

With a successful role model like Neville, the rest of the class cautiously crawled into the paddock.

Hagrid untied the hippogriffs one by one, and soon, all over the paddock, the classmates were bowing nervously.

Ron backed away from his hippogriff again and again because it didn't seem to bend its knees.

Clark and Hermione chose a dark blue hippogriff, while Neville watched.

They stared into its eyes and bowed to it.

Perhaps it was because of Clark's [Animal Affinity] specialty, or because of his extremely high charisma attribute, the hippogriff also bowed to them, allowing two people to touch it and let it shine brightly. 's fur.

"It feels good..." Hermione thought of the Arabian blankets they had touched on their trip to Egypt.

Clark also nodded, in fact, with the current situation, they can also fly a few laps in the sky on a hippogriff like Neville.

Just looking at the other's smooth back without a saddle, Clark didn't want to try it, after all, he didn't have Neville's [riding] skills.

Of course, there was a big reason why he focused most of his attention on Malfoy.

At this moment, Malfoy, together with his two horses Crabbe and Goyle, chose Buckbeak, the one Neville had just ridden.

It had already bowed to Malfoy, who was patting it on the mouth in an air of arrogance.

"It's easy," Malfoy said in a long voice, loud enough for Neville and Harry to hear, "I knew it was going to be so, since tears can cover Neville's... I dare say you Not at all dangerous, is it?" He said to the hippogriff, "Isn't it, you big ugly beast?"

At the moment when he said these words, the big guy who looked very docile directly erupted into trouble.

I saw the sharp claws like steel knives flashed suddenly, causing a scream, and Malfoy let out a harsh scream.

"Ah~"

It didn't end there, Buckbeak stretched his neck to bite Malfoy, but Hagrid struggled to re-collar him and evacuated him.

"Ah~ah~ah~"

Malfoy lay curled up on the grass, blood stained his robes, but the screams from his mouth were cadenced and full of air.

"I'm dying!" he exclaimed exaggeratedly, causing the whole class to panic. "I'm dying, look at me! It's killing me!"

"You're not going to die!" said Hagrid, turning very pale. "Somebody help me—get him out of here—"

Harry hurried over to help Hagrid open the gate of the paddock, but Clark stood in front of Malfoy first and stopped them.

"Malfoy? Are you sure you're going to the school hospital?"

Hearing Clark's question, Malfoy screamed louder, and the students around him could also see that there was a long, deep wound on his arm, and blood was spattered on the grass.

"It hurts so much, it attacked me, this terrible monster attacked me."

He was quite afraid of Clark, but in today's situation, he was right to say that he was broken. After all, he was injured. Whoever is weaker is justified.

Seeing Malfoy's clumsy performance, Clark just smiled indifferently, "In that case - Hagrid, take our Master Draco to the school hospital."

Hagrid froze for a moment, then picked up Malfoy without much effort.

It was at this moment that Clark asked Hagrid.

"By the way, Hagrid, I remember Professor Charlie said that if you want to sign up for the course on dragon research and breeding, the first thing you need to do is to be bold and careful.

Do you think a student like Draco Malfoy, who is prone to fussiness, provokes magical beasts to resist and resists, and is also very vulnerable, crying when injured, can enroll in this class? "

Hagrid is honest, but it doesn't mean he's stupid. After hearing Clark's almost explicit question, he immediately replied:

"Of course not, Charlie said it yesterday when I was drinking with me.

Raising a giant dragon is a dangerous and hard job. His arm was burned by the breath of a Welsh green dragon, and it has not been restored to its original state. "

"etc!"

Hagrid had just finished speaking when a voice sounded in his arms, it was Malfoy!

"Draco, I have to remind you that you are injured now and you have to go to the school hospital immediately.???"

Looking at Clark who was half-smiling, Malfoy's face, which was already pale from injury, became even more ugly.

"I feel fine," he struggled to get out of Hagrid's arms. "As a wizard, this kind of injury doesn't get in the way at all."

Hagrid looked at Clark and didn't know what to do, and the students around were watching the farce with ignorant expressions, not sure why things had turned out like this.

Malfoy had been screaming so loudly before, but now he said he was okay.

Only the clever Hermione could see Clark's means.

She had known since first grade that Malfoy had an obsession with dragons, and Clark had grasped that.

In fact, Clark's so-called reasons are all false. The most important point is that the teacher who taught them dragon research and breeding is Clark's cousin, Charlie Weasley.

You Malfoy dare to cause trouble for Hagrid, and we'll give you little shoes for that.

Malfoy obviously heard this too, so he calmed down and succumbed to it.

"What's the situation, Draco?" the Slytherin student who didn't understand the situation was still complaining loudly about Hagrid. "Is this big man threatening you?"

"You're all hurt, Draco, and he should be fired right away!" Pansy Parkinson said with tears in his eyes.

"It's all Malfoy's fault!" Dean Thomas said bluntly.

Crabbe and Goyle listened, flexing their muscles aggressively.

"Enough, I'm fine!" Malfoy shouted from the ground.

He erected his injured arm, and with the help of Clark's [Rejuvenation Technique], the ferocious wound had stopped bleeding and healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

"It was me who was careless and didn't follow the teacher's instructions, which caused the accident." Malfoy looked at Hagrid very sincerely and apologized, "I'm sorry!"

A turmoil is so anticlimactic, and it dissipates before it ferments.

In the next time, Hagrid certainly did not dare to let these students come into close contact with the Hippogriff.

He drove everyone out of the fence, and then dryly explained the key points of knowledge related to the hippogriff, and spent the remaining half of the time.

After the bell rang and everyone dispersed, he listlessly drove the hippogriff back into the woods.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Hermione, who followed Clark up the stone steps, couldn't help but turn around and asked Hagrid's bleak back.

"Of course it's all right, didn't Malfoy admit that it was his own problem?" said Ron.

Harry also said: "That is, his injuries are almost healed, what can be wrong. By the way, his injuries are the reason why you used magic?"

Clark nodded. "Yes, just a little trick."

"But that happened to Hagrid in his first class, it's too bad, isn't it?" Hermione frowned. "If you hadn't come out to make the cut, he might have been expelled."

"Actually, you could have prevented this from happening in the morning." Hermione looked at Clark, she knew he had this ability.

Clark didn't say much, just smiled.

Ron muttered to the side: "Actually, I can teach Malfoy a deep lesson. I don't think it's a bad idea."

"Ron..."

But they didn't have time to argue any further. After the Conservation of Fantastic Beasts class, Hermione and Clark needed to use the time-turner again to go to an ancient rune class.

The professor who taught this class is a slurred witch. She has been babbling incessantly during the class, and the class does not have any rules. It seems that she has not prepared the lesson well. Do courseware.

Fortunately, Clark himself had taught himself a large part of the content in this course in advance, and he had memorized the entire "Magic Dictionary".

Of course, being able to memorize the meaning of these runes is just learning the basics of them.

There are many mysteries in ancient runes. Even Odin, the father of the gods in Norse mythology, paid the price of sacrificing one eye in exchange for the wisdom of being familiar with runes.

So even their teacher, Professor Babling, dared not say that he was proficient in ancient runes.

In today's magical world, it can be regarded as an authority in this regard, and only Nick Lemay, whom Clark met during his first-year summer vacation.

Clark and Hermione hurried to the herbal class with Harry and the others after they had struggled to finish the Ancient Runes class.

Fortunately, the professor of this class is Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, and she is an amiable fat witch.

The first herbal medicine class of the school was also the last class of the day. She was very considerate of everyone's hard work, so she took them to take care of a kind of bellflower together.

These purple, petunia-like magical plants have the exact opposite effect of mandrakes.

They can make wonderful wind chimes under the breeze, and a large patch of bluebells can even play a wonderful movement, making people who have heard these music feel soothing.

So just like that, their last class was spent in a pleasant atmosphere.

When it was time for dinner in the evening, Clark and the others rushed to the auditorium first, hoping to see Hagrid, but Hagrid was not in the teacher's seat.

"They're not going to fire him, are they?" Harry asked worriedly, not touching the steak and kidney pudding in front of him.

Hermione put some boiled broccoli on her plate. "Of course not. Didn't Clark solve the problem in class?"

"However, Malfoy is not such an honest person. Maybe he was just talking about it at the time, and then went back and sued his father?" Ron said, he was not in the mood to eat.

Clark looked at the Slytherin table, where a large crowd, including Crabbe and Goyle, gathered to whisper, while Malfoy sat aside, neither participating nor preventing.

He knew that these guys must be making up the story of Malfoy's injury. As for Malfoy, he should be very unwilling to be reconciled to his behavior in class, but he didn't dare to take revenge. Hoping to add a little more to Hagrid.

"Oh, it's the first day of school, what fun!" said Ron sullenly.

After dinner, they went back to the lounge to finish the homework assigned by the teachers.

But Harry and Ron were far from their homework, stopping every now and then to look out of the tower window.

"Hagrid's window has lights," Harry said suddenly.

Ron looked at his watch.

"If we speed up, we can go down and see him, it's quite early..." He looked at his cousin Clark.

"I'm done with my homework," Clark put down his pen, and Hermione and Neville did the same.

So they packed up, went out of the portrait hole, and marched into the twilight to Hagrid's hut.

Harry knocked on the door, and a voice roared, "Come in."

Hagrid, wearing a sackcloth shirt, was sitting at the well-scrubbed wooden table, his hound, Fang, with his head on his lap.

A few people could see at a glance that Hagrid must have been drinking a lot. There was a wine glass the size of a bucket in front of him, and he seemed to have blurred eyes, and it was difficult to see them clearly.

"This is probably a broken record," he said gruffly when he recognized them. "The students were injured in the first class."

"Are you all right, Hagrid!" Harry gasped in surprise.

"Not yet," said Hagrid pitifully, taking another gulp of the contents of the large glass. "It's all thanks to you, Clark, but it's only a matter of time, isn't it, Malfoy's father..."

"He won't tell his father," Clark said firmly. "It's over, unless he doesn't want to go to the dragon farm to see the dragons."

"Yes, if he dares to trouble you, I'll find Charlie." Ron added.

"But the school administrators must have known. After all, there were other students at the time, and it was impossible to hide it." Hagrid said sadly, "Actually, I just want to have a great first class... this matter. Blame me…"

Harry tried to console him, but Clark said, "It's really your responsibility, Hagrid!"