Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The latest website: If anyone at Hogwarts has changed the most, it is undoubtedly Hermione.

Although Neville has also become very good now, he has been unknown before. Even if he has changed a lot, he has always been mature and stable, and the difference is not big.

But Hermione was different.

Compared with the "Miss Know-It-All" in the original book, who has outstanding academic performance, but also loves to preach.

Today's Hermione, even though her academic performance is better, she is calm and restrained in her speech and behavior.

Perhaps because of the change of profession, the influence of chaotic magic has been removed. As a [Mage], Hermione is truly a wise caster.

She learned to control her emotions, which is an important trait of a smart person.

People often praise a person's high emotional intelligence and ability to speak, but in fact few people know that the so-called "high emotional intelligence" is actually a person's ability to manage his emotions.

The reason why many people speak poorly and make people uncomfortable is not because they don’t know how to speak, but because they can’t control their emotions and let their negative emotions affect their minds, causing them to blurt out inappropriate words.

At this point, the chaotic magic of wizards tends to exacerbate the situation.

After all, although the enhancement of perceptual thinking can bring about the improvement of empathy, imagination, and appeal, it will also reduce the ability of control and calm thinking.

However, Hermione, who was transferred to [Mage], is no longer troubled by this. Facing Ron and Harry's unruly behavior, now she has been able to completely withdraw from a more detached perspective. to look at this matter.

She could predict the result of Harry's actions, and at the same time, she could predict that her own admonition would not change anything. After weighing the pros and cons, she found that it would not benefit anyone, but would be annoying. If she was as sensible as she was, she naturally wouldn't. Doing such a thankless thing.

Such a calm thought activity only took a few seconds in Hermione's mind.

And things developed just as she expected. The last class the next morning was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Harry had made up his mind to ask Professor McGonagall after class if he could go to Hogsmeade with the rest of the class.

As a result, before class, a small incident suddenly disturbed Harry's thoughts.

Gryffindor schoolgirl Lavender Brown has been crying because her rabbit was killed by a fox.

And the reason for such a commotion in this matter was that some young wizards suddenly remembered the prediction made by Professor Trelawney to Lavender Brown in the first divination class of the school.

As Hermione stood by to comfort the girl, Lavender said in pain, "I should have known! Do you know what day it is?"

"Uh--"

"October 16! 'The thing you fear most will happen on October 16!' Remember? She's right, she's right!"

At this time, the whole class gathered around Lavender, Seamus shook his head solemnly, Hermione hesitated for a moment, and finally did not try to refute Professor Trelawney's prediction, after all, the other party was sad.

"Oh," said Hermione, "I feel sorry for you, Lavender, it's so unfortunate."

After saying this, she suddenly understood another function of divination and prophecy, which is to give people a little spiritual comfort.

After all, it may make some people feel better if all accidents are pushed to the illusory matter of "destiny".

The chaos caused by Lavender Brown came to an end with the arrival of Professor McGonagall, but Harry remained absent-minded throughout the class.

Because it suddenly occurred to him that if Professor Trelawney's prediction of Lavender Brown was true, then what he had seen was unknown...

When the bell rang for the next get out of class, the distraught Harry had not figured out how to communicate with Professor McGonagall, but she brought up the topic of Hogsmeade first.

"Please wait!" Professor McGonagall shouted when the students got up to leave. "Before Halloween, you have to give me the permission form to go to Hogsmeade. You can't go without it, don't forget it! "

The little wizards smiled when they heard this, and Ron said to Harry in a low voice, "Go and ask her."

"Oh, but—" Harry hesitated.

"Come on, Harry," said Ron stubbornly.

Harry waited for almost the whole class to leave before walking nervously towards Professor McGonagall's podium.

"What's the matter, Potter?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Professor, my aunt and uncle—er—they forgot to sign my form."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry over her square glasses and said nothing, but that in itself put a lot of pressure on Harry.

"So - er - do you think you can - I mean, can you - let me go to Hogsmeade?" Harry said hesitantly.

Professor McGonagall lowered his eyes and began to organize the lecture notes on the table.

"I'm afraid that won't work, Potter," she said, like a gust of cold wind, which made Harry's heart drop halfway, "you heard what I said just now, you can't go without a watch, that's the rule."

"But—professor, my aunt and uncle—you know, they're Muggles, they don't really understand—don't understand Hogwarts forms or anything like that."

Harry was still struggling, and Ron nodded desperately to encourage him, "If you said I could go—"

"But I won't say it," said Professor McGonagall, standing up. "The form is very clear and must be signed by parents or your guardian."

She turned to look at Harry, still with that business-like expression on her face, "I'm sorry, Potter, but that's all it takes. You better hurry or you'll be late for next class."

Hermione and Clark watched all the communication between Harry and Professor McGonagall. Of course, she wouldn't say something like "Look, I've already said that", but when Ron saw Hermione standing beside him. Min Shi was still both embarrassed and annoyed.

Everyone in the class was chattering loudly about what to do when they got to Hogsmeade, and Harry could only listen.

"Isn't there a party," Ron said, wanting to cheer Harry up, "you know, the Halloween party, there must be a lot of delicious food by then."

"Yeah," said Harry sullenly, "great."

The Halloween party was a good one, but it might be even better if he went to the party after a fun day in Hogsmeade, like everyone else.

Other people's comfort did not make Harry feel any better.

Dean Thomas, who had a good pen, offered to help him sign the form imitating Uncle Vernon's handwriting, but Harry had already told Professor McGonagall that he didn't sign it, so it wouldn't work.

Ron half-heartedly suggested the Invisibility Cloak, but Clark broke Harry's fantasy, "Those dementors don't just exist in our real world, as magical creatures with soul properties, they are also It can travel through the cracks in the underworld, so the invisibility cloak can't hide it from them."

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And Percy's words of consolation were probably the least useful.

"They're making a lot of noise at Hogsmeade, but I tell you, Harry, it's not that good at all," he said solemnly. "Yeah, the candy store is pretty good, but the Joko Joke store is dangerous. Oh yes, the Shrieking Shack is worth a visit..."

It's better not to say this, Harry's mood is even worse.

It's the morning before Halloween, and Harry wakes up with the rest of his classmates and goes downstairs for breakfast very upset, but he tries to be as normal as possible.

"We'll bring you a lot of candy from Honeyduke," said Ron, who seemed very sorry for Harry.

"Yes, bring a bunch back." Neville nodded, and then asked, "By the way, did you see Clark?"

"He said he wasn't going to Hogsmeade today," explained Hermione. "He has other things to do."

Harry accompanied them to the foyer, where Mr. Filch, the caretaker, stood at the gate, checking a long list, watching every face warily, so that no one who shouldn't have slipped through the gate.

"Stay here, Potter?" Malfoy yelled sarcastically as he lined up with Crabbe and Goyle. "Don't you dare pass those dementors?"

Harry ignored him, watched the backs of Ron and the others disappear, and then walked up the marble stairs alone, through the empty corridor, and prepared to return to the Gryffindor tower.

It's just that when he walked in front of the fat lady and was about to wake up the kind lady, the portrait bounced from the inside out, and the next moment, Harry saw Clark emerge from the lounge.

"Hey Harry, I almost forgot, you're still at school."

Harry nodded listlessly, and when Clark saw that he was in a bad mood, he didn't say much, just said hello and turned away.

However, before he could get far, Harry, who had gotten into the lounge, suddenly ran out and caught up with him.

"Wait for me! Clark." Harry called out from behind.

Clark stopped and turned to look at him, with a smile on his lips, "Are the juniors and juniors in the lounge too enthusiastic?"

Harry nodded embarrassedly. It turned out that he was going to Hogsmeade with the senior students. Today, the lounge was full of chattering first and second year students.

In particular, Colin Creevey and Ginny Weasley were also there. These two little guys admired Harry very much. Harry was afraid of being entangled and chatting with them, so he found another reason and ran away again. come out.

"Where are you going?" Harry cut off the subject.

Clark said as he walked, "Go to the Forbidden Forest. Charlie has been here for more than a month. He has been very busy before, and I haven't had a chance to see him. Do you want to go with him?"

Harry thought that Charlie was a professor of dragon raising at this time, and to see him was to go to the dragon farm, so he quickly nodded in agreement.

The two walked down the stairs, but they didn't expect to meet Filch head-on, who had apparently just sent off the last of their classmates to Hogsmeade.

"What are you doing?" Filch asked gruffly, suspiciously.

"Nothing," Harry said honestly.

Clark glanced at Filch, "We're going to the dragon farm, what's the matter, Argus?"

When Filch heard Clark speak, he immediately stepped aside and bowed respectfully, "No, no, Master Clark, please."

As one of the directors of Hogwarts, Clark still has this card.

Clark nodded and took Harry out of his sight.

But the two of them went down the stairs and were walking down another corridor when a voice came from one room: "Harry?"

Harry hurriedly turned around to see who was talking, and found Professor Lupin standing in the doorway of the office, looking around.

"Professor!" "Professor!"

"What are you doing?" Lupin saw Clark, too. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"

"In Hogsmeade," Harry said, trying to sound casual.

"Ah." Lupin looked at Harry and Clark for a while. "Why don't you come in? I just got a Grindylo for next class."

"A what?" Harry asked.

"A water monster." Clark gave the answer.

The two followed Lupin into the office together. Once inside, they found a large water tank standing in the corner of the office.

Inside the transparent water tank, a disgusting green monster with sharp horns was sticking its face to the glass, while doing all kinds of weird looks, while constantly stretching its thin and long fingers.

"Legends of water monsters that lived in lakes in Britain and England, and which only children over the age of 10 were allowed to believe.

But in fact, these magical creatures can be seen in many places in the world, but they are called differently in different places. For example, the onmyoji of Dongying called them Kappa ghosts. "

Clark looked at Grindylow thoughtfully and said:

"In fact, they are all transformed from the wraiths of the dead who died in rivers and lakes, combined with unique terrain and energy.

Of course, that was their original origin. Most of today's Grindillos were transformed by magical transformations after dark wizards discovered them. "

Lupin clapped, causing Grindylo to bark at its green teeth and bury himself in a tangled pile of weeds in the corner of the tank.

"If it hadn't been for class now, I'd definitely give you ten points." Lupin praised, "You are the most knowledgeable little wizard I've ever seen so far."

Facing the teacher's praise~www.readwn.com~ Clark smiled indifferently.

"Then how do you think we will teach it in the next class? I heard that Hagrid's teaching has improved a lot, thanks to your guidance." Lupin asked again.

Clark waved his hands again and again, "I don't dare to be a guide, I just made a little suggestion."

"Professor, your selection of materials has always been very good. Although Grindylo is a kind of undead creature, it is not very difficult to deal with them, especially after we have learned how to deal with Kabbah.

Grindylow's fingers are long and strong, and their favorite thing to do because of their resentment is to hide by the water and pull passers-by into the water.

But their strongest point is also their weakest point, those strangely long fingers are actually crunchy and fragile. "

Lupin nodded in satisfaction, and the three sat down together.

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