Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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In the office, Professor Lupin said, looking around to find his teapot, "I was just about to make a pot of tea."

"Okay," Harry said uneasily, while Clark got up to help Lupin bring the teapot he had left in the corner.

"Thank you!" Lupin tapped the teapot with his wand, and the originally cold teapot suddenly spewed steam from the spout.

"Sit down," he said, opening a dusty jug. "I'm afraid I only have tea bags - Clark may not be used to it. As for you, Harry, I'm sure you've had enough tea. ?"

Harry looked up in surprise, and Lupin's eyes gleamed witty.

"How did you know that?" Harry asked a little embarrassedly.

"Professor McGonagall told me that she always likes to talk about you students during breaks."

Lupin said, handing Harry and Clark a cup of strong tea, the rim of the cup still chipped, and they had to adjust the angle a little bit to avoid cutting their mouths.

"You're not worried, are you?"

"Huh? Yes," Harry said, but Clark could clearly see he hesitated for a moment.

Lupin, of course, noticed this, and asked, "Are you bothered, Harry?"

"No." Harry replied subconsciously.

He drank some tea, watched as Grindillo waved a fist at him, then suddenly put the teacup on Lupin's desk, looked at him and said, "Yes! You remember the day we dealt with Boggart. ?"

"Remember," Lupin said slowly.

"Why don't you let me deal with it?" Harry asked suddenly.

Lupin raised his eyebrows.

"I think that's obvious, Harry." Lupin sounded a little surprised.

Harry was surprised to hear that Lupin would deny it.

"Why?" he asked again.

"That's it," Lupin frowned slightly. "I take it for granted that if you were to face Boggart, it might turn into Voldemort's image."

Harry was stunned, not expecting Lupin's answer, and Clark wasn't at all surprised.

"Obviously, I was wrong," Lupin said to Harry, still frowning. "But at the time I didn't think Voldemort should be shown in the staff lounge, and I thought it would terrify everyone."

"I did think of Voldemort first," Harry said honestly, "but - but then - the Dementors."

"I see," Lupin said thoughtfully. "Yeah, yeah...I'm impressed."

Seeing the surprised look on Harry's face, he smiled slightly, "This means that what you fear most is -- fear itself, very wise, Harry."

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he took another sip of tea.

"So, you always thought I didn't believe you were capable of dealing with Boggart?" Lupin asked sharply.

"This...yeah," said Harry, suddenly much happier. "Professor Lupin, you know those Dementors—"

Just then, someone knocked on the door, interrupting him.

"Come in," said Lupin loudly.

The door opened, and Snape walked in, holding the wolf's poison potion he had given Lupin.

When he saw Harry and Clark, he stopped, his dark eyes narrowed.

"Ah, Severus," Lupin said with a smile, "thank you very much, will you put it on the table?"

Snape deliberately placed the smoking glass in front of Clark, looking back and forth between him and Harry at the same time.

"I'm showing them my Grindillo," Lupin said cheerfully, pointing to the tank.

"That's interesting," said Snape without looking at it. "You should drink it right away, Lupin."

"Okay, okay, I'll drink it," Lupin said.

"I've made a full pot," Snape continued, "I'm afraid you need more."

"I should probably have some more tomorrow, thank you very much, Severus. By the way, would you like a cup of tea?"

"You're welcome." Snape said without a smile, and exited the room with great vigilance.

Harry looked curiously at the goblet, and Lupin smiled.

"Professor Snape kindly brewed a potion for me," he said. "I'm not very good at pharmaceuticals, and this drug is very complicated."

He picked up the glass, smelled it, took a careful sip, and shivered, "What a pity, adding sugar doesn't work."

"Why?—" Harry wanted to understand, and Lupin looked at him and answered his unfinished question.

"I've been feeling a little sick," said Lupin, "that's the only medicine that works, and I've been lucky enough to work with Professor Snape, not many wizards who can concoct this potion. "

Professor Lupin took another sip. "By the way, Clark, you are so smart, you should have recognized what this potion is."

Clark could hear that there was a bit of unease in his words.

"Of course, Headmaster Dumbledore told me when he decided to hire you." Clark smiled kindly at him, "Professor, don't worry, Professor Snape just seems to have a bad attitude. Not bad."

"Really?" said Lupin, as if only slightly curious. "I thought you were all afraid of him."

Harry said suddenly and boldly at this time, "Professor Snape is very interested in black magic."

Clark frowned, and Lupin took another gulp. "Severus and I were classmates. Of course, it wasn't the same academy, but we've known each other for a long time."

Harry didn't seem to understand the meaning of Lupin's words, hesitated for a moment, and then said desperately, "Some people think that he can do anything to get the teaching position of Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Clark was about to speak, when Lupin drank the medicine from the glass and made a bitter face.

"It sucks," he said. "Okay, Harry, I'm going to get back to work. See you at the banquet later."

Although there is no custom of serving tea to guests in England, this time Harry heard what Professor Lupin meant.

"Okay," Harry said, putting down the empty teacup.

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Clark also stood up. "See you tonight, Professor."

The empty goblet was still smoking, and Harry glanced back as the two came out of the office.

"Clark, Professor Lupin..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Clark, "That's his personal business. We shouldn't spy on other people's privacy too much for the reason of caring about people."

Harry could only close his mouth.

"Besides we were still there at the time, if Professor Snape really had any problems, I don't think he would do it in front of you and me, would he?"

Clark said again, and Harry agreed with him, "Yeah, probably."

The two walked down the stairs, left the castle, crossed the slightly yellowed grass, and came to the edge of the forbidden forest.

There is a big road here, leading directly to the dragon farm inside the forbidden forest, but at this time the entrance of this road was blocked by an iron gate.

Clark stepped forward and knocked on the knocker, and the bronze lion relief on the door suddenly came to life, "Who is it? Is there something wrong?"

Although he didn't have much dealings, Harry could still hear it. It was the voice of Ron's brother Charlie Weasley.

"It's me, and Harry," Clark said.

Hearing the words, the bronze lion on the big iron gate opened its mouth wide, revealing a doorway that was as high as one person.

They got in and walked along the pebble road for a while, and they saw a huge dragon farm that looked like a bird's nest.

This huge building is at least six or seven stories high, and the whole is supported by silver-gray steel skeletons to form a grid-like structure.

Seeing this dragon farm, Harry felt very strange, "Although there is only one fire dragon, this hall is too small, right? Wouldn't the activities of fire dragons feel restrained?"

Clark smiled and stepped forward to open the gate of the dragon farm.

As soon as he walked in, everything in front of him suddenly became clear. Harry was surprised to find that the dragon-raising stadium that did not look tall from the outside turned out to be unique inside.

The space inside has been expanded by at least dozens of times!

A vast forest came directly into their eyes, like an endless green ocean, and the boundaries of the venue could not be seen at all.

And where they were at the moment was in the middle of the forest, halfway up a hill.

A hall has been dug out of the mountain wall here, which is connected to the gate of the venue.

The floor was a bright marble floor, and the overhead was bright lights. If he didn't say it, Harry would have thought they came to a hotel lobby.

As soon as Clark and Harry walked in, at the reception on the side of the hall, a senior student on duty hurriedly put down the textbook in his hand, stood up and asked them, "Is it Clark and Harry?"

Seeing Clark nod, he stretched out his hand and said, "Professor Weasley is in the office above."

The two walked out of the hall, and there was a huge viewing platform outside. The semi-circular platform was cantilevered and extended. Through some telescopes placed on the side, you could see the scenery of the entire dragon farm far away.

There are four such viewing platforms, and together with a glass plank road, the hill is divided into two parts.

On the top of the mountain is a square that is wider than a football field. The square is as straight as a mirror, as if the mountain was cut in half by a sword held by a giant spirit.

In the center of the square, seven or eight wooden houses with rough shapes and a strong original atmosphere formed a circle. That was where the staff of the dragon farm lived, and Charlie's office was also there.

And at the foot of the mountain under the mountainside, is a magical town that looks quite mysterious. It's just that the town at this time is still a little deserted, and there is no one.

"Hey, Clark! Hey, Harry!"

When the two stood on the viewing platform on the mountainside and looked down, a hello sounded behind them.

Clark turned his head and found that it was his cousin Charlie Weasley.

Unlike the last time I saw him, today he was wearing a brown leather jacket, with a pair of Martin boots on his feet, covered with mud spots all over his body, and his hair was messy.

"I just checked Norberta's body, and did a skin care and cleaning at the same time." Charlie greeted him with a smile, and it could be seen that he was very satisfied with his current job.

Clark shook hands with him, and the three walked up the steps together to the top.

With their arrival, Clark could clearly feel a sense of joy coming from the center of the wooden house.

It was Clark's pet dragon Noberta greeting him after sensing his breath.

Clark reassured her a little through the psychic link, made her feel calm, and then asked Charlie, "How does it feel to be a professor?"

Charlie chuckled and led them into the office, "It feels good, especially when Percy came to the dragon raising class two days ago. To be honest, I never thought that one day I would go back to Hogwarts. , to continue campus life."

"Want some tea?"

Clark shook his head, "We ran into Professor Lupin on our way here, and we've had a drink with him."

Charlie didn't persuade him any more, "Then... now go and see the fire dragon."

He took the two of Clark to the largest shed, and the next moment, a huge black figure rushed in front of them with a gust of evil wind.

"what!"

Harry screamed in fright, looking at the huge dark golden vertical pupil in front of him, smelling the faint smell of rancid smell coming from the tip of his nose, a trembling feeling made his mind go blank in an instant.

Clark reached out a hand to help prevent Harry from falling to the ground, "Enough, Norberta, don't fool around, step back!"

The giant beast that was close by stepped back aggrievedly, and only then did Harry see her full face clearly.

That is a very "beautiful" creature!

Compared with what Harry looked like when he was in the first grade, the fire dragon Norberta was much bigger at this time. The length of the head and tail together should be at least six or seven meters, and the two huge wings were even more similar. Two windmill blades.

The enlarged body did not make her look bloated. The slender body showed the most perfect streamline, plus the bright black scales covering the body surface with a mysterious luster.

The whole dragon~www.readwn.com~ was as charmingly elegant as those expensive high-end sports cars he had seen in Muggle car magazines.

If he had to describe it, Harry decided that she must be regarded as a "noble" among the fire dragons.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Charlie asked, standing beside Harry. "When I first saw her, it was similar to your reaction."

Charlie looked at Norberta with a look of obsession, a look that Harry was very familiar with, and it was the same when he looked at Firebolt.

"I've never seen this dragon, she's a new breed, yes, I use 'her'. Norberta is unlike any dragon I've seen before, she's smarter, more beautiful, and even herself With a little bit of magic, it's just incredible."

Facing Charlie's compliments, the smart Norberta seemed to understand him, snorted proudly, and some orange-red sparks spurted out of her nostrils, looking dangerous and beautiful.

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