Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Harry's disorder caused the young wizards in the stands to talk about him.

"What's wrong with Harry? He's riding a Firebolt!" Ron complained loudly.

Clark glanced at him, "Maybe it's because spring is here."

"What does this have to do with spring?" Ron asked curiously.

Clark didn't want to pay attention to his simple cousin.

At this time, on the field, Harry started to act again. This time, he turned the Firebolt and quickly rose to twenty feet above the field. Qiu Zhang was still closely behind him.

It's just that on the way up, Harry suddenly took another dive. Qiu Zhang thought he saw the Golden Snitch, so he quickly followed behind him and swooped down.

However, in the middle of the dive, Harry used the powerful braking performance of the Firebolt, but he suddenly braked suddenly, and then accelerated in an instant in reverse, like a bullet, swishing straight into the sky.

Qiu Sha, who was following behind him, couldn't hold her broom and kept going straight down. If it wasn't for her flying skills, she managed to hit the broom horizontally at the last moment and changed the direction of flight. an intimate contact.

"It's a Lansky fake!" Ron, who was sitting next to Clark, stood up excitedly, "Harry is such a genius, I bet he never practiced this before!"

Many young wizards in the stands who knew about Quidditch recognized this famous fake and applauded Harry's wonderful performance.

And at this point in the air, Harry saw it again, for the third time: the Golden Snitch was glittering over the pitch on Ravenclaw's side.

Harry accelerated and swooped down, and at a place many feet below him, Qiu Zhang, who had just regained his balance, calmed down his beating heart, and had no energy left to chase Harry.

He's going to win, and the Snitch looks like he's getting his hands on it—just then—

"Oh!" Qiu Zhang shouted, pointing down with his hand.

Still distracted, Harry looked down.

Three Dementors!

Three tall, thin Dementors with black hoods were looking up at him.

He didn't stop to think, he just tucked his hand into the interlayer of the football shirt, pulled out his wand, and yelled, "Get out of the way, there are so many obstacles!"

A powerful airflow shot out from the tip of the wand, like a hard wall, and slapped straight at the ugly monsters, but he didn't stop to take a closer look.

Harry's mind remained miraculously calm, his eyes looking straight ahead - almost there.

He stretched out the hand that was still clutching the wand, just in time to wrap the struggling Golden Snitch between his fingers.

Madam Hooch's whistle sounded, and Gryffindor won the game.

Harry turned around in mid-air and saw six bright red blurry figures flying towards him.

It was the rest of the Gryffindor team, and they surrounded Harry in the center and hugged him so hard that he nearly fell off his broom.

"That's great!" Wood shouted over and over again, and he had to get excited.

After defeating Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in a row, they only need to defeat Slytherin again to win this year's Quidditch trophy, adding a splendid touch to his campus life.

At this time, in the chaos, the Gryffindor players finally descended to the ground. Harry got off the broom and looked up to see a group of Gryffindor supporters running towards the court cheering, rushing in the front. , it was Ron.

Before he could react, Harry was surrounded by the cheering crowd and was thrown into the air.

"Win!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, raising Harry's arms in the air, "Win! Win!"

"Nice job, Harry!" Percy looked delighted. "You won me ten Galleons! I'm sorry, I have to find Penello—"

"You're awesome, Harry!" Seamus Finnigan exclaimed. "Especially that feint, it's not much different from a professional Quidditch player."

"It's amazing!" said Hagrid gruffly over the heads of the Gryffindor crowd.

"That obstacle spell works pretty well." A voice sounded,

When Harry fell to the ground, he turned his head and saw Clark, Hermione, and Neville standing not far away.

"Thank you, Clark, the Dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry said excitedly, "I don't feel anything, your training is very effective!"

"Perhaps—I mean is there a possibility—er—they aren't dementors?" Clark forced a smile on his face. "Come and see—"

He led Harry out of the crowd to a place where he could see the edge of the court, pointed to a chaotic scene and smiled, "You scared Malfoy enough just now."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. The figure who fell into a ball on the pitch was Marcus Flint, the captain of Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Slytherin.

They were in a hurry to break free from their long black robes with hoods, and looking at their embarrassed appearance, it was obvious that Malfoy should have been riding on Goyle's shoulders just now.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall was standing behind them, with a very angry expression on his face.

"Shameful trick!" she shouted. "Scumbag, coward, trying to spoil the Gryffindor Seekers!"

"Punish each of you into confinement, and Slytherin will deduct fifty points!

I'm going to talk to Headmaster Dumbledore about this, that's for sure, ah, here he is! "

If there is anything that can bring the victory of the Gryffindor team to a happy ending, it must be this scene.

Ron squeezed out of the crowd and watched with Harry as Malfoy struggled to get out of his robe, while Goyle's head was still wrapped in the robe, and they both couldn't straighten their waists with laughter.

"Come on, Harry!" George also rushed over in a hurry, "The party! In the Gryffindor common room, right now!"

"Okay." Harry said happily, feeling that he hadn't been as happy as he was now in a long time.

He and the players were still wearing bright red shirts, like a bright red flag, and led out of the court and returned to the castle.

The three of Clark naturally followed behind the main force, but just as they were crossing the lawn, a black shadow suddenly swept out of the corner of Clark's eyes.

It was—on the edge of the forbidden forest, a huge black dog covered in shaggy hair was crossing the lawn, preparing to burrow into the shadows under the budding branches and leaves.

It's Sirius Black!

Even if he hadn't seen him, Clark still recognized him at a glance.

And not far behind Black, is Crookshanks in ginger.

Seemingly feeling something, the **** dog who was about to get into the woods suddenly turned around and looked in Clark's direction.

The eyes of the two sides collided in the air. The **** dog pretended to be innocent and tilted his head, but he was actually frightened.

Blake also didn't expect that he would just take advantage of the game to explore the castle, and he would be seen when he came out.

Fortunately, he still maintains the form of Animagus, so he shouldn't be recognized. Blake's heart secretly prayed.

Sure enough, the little wizard looked away after staring at him for a while.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione asked curiously when she saw Clark stop.

The next second, following Clark's gaze, Hermione also saw two creatures on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, her eyes widened suddenly.

"Crookshanes! What are you doing outside the castle? And what is that?"

"It looks like a dog, a **** dog." Neville interjected.

Hermione glanced at Clark, but Clark shook her head, "It's nothing, it's possible we got it wrong, maybe it's just a big tree or a stone or something."

Neville and Hermione were both noncommittal, but they didn't get into it. They turned their heads and followed Clark back to the lounge for the next party.

Next, it was as if Gryffindor House had already won the Quidditch Cup, and the party went on for the whole day until late into the night.

Midway through, Fred and George Weasley disappeared for two hours, and when they came back, they were still holding a pile of butter beer, pumpkin soda, and bags full of Honey Duke candies.

"How did you get it?" Angelina Johnson asked curiously. At this time, George was throwing Peppermint Toad Candy to the crowd, causing the girls to scream.

"We got a little help from Moonface, Wormtail, Bigfoot, and Prongs." Fred winked at Clark.

At one o'clock in the morning, Professor McGonagall appeared in plaid pajamas and a hairnet. She insisted that everyone go to bed, and the Gryffindor party was over.

Clark climbed the stairs and went back to the dormitory. Some of them were still discussing the game, but Clark quickly fell asleep.

There was no speech all night, and in the middle of the night there were no crazy murderers relying on a small note to break into the Gryffindor common room, trying to kill Ron.

In the days that followed, everything was normal, the children went to class as usual, and the Gryffindor students discussed their hopes of winning the Quidditch trophy at their house. Everything was so harmonious.

To Clark, the Duel Club's [professional] expansion plan is also in progress.

He investigated those members and found that at this pace, those students would have to continue training like this for one and a half to two years at the earliest before they could really complete the job transfer.

Fortunately, it's a bit slow, but Clark can still afford to wait.

As for the dragon farm and the fire dragon park, they are completely on the fast track of development.

In the second month after the official opening of Fire Dragon Park, there are only a handful of little wizards who choose to go to Hogsmeade Village on weekends.

Not only that, after seeing the operating profits of the Fire Dragon Park and the Dragon Farm, some school managers couldn't sit still. After knowing that Clark had no intention to expand financing for the time being, they also came up with their own tricks.

In addition to some people trying to move their own dragon farm-related industries to the vicinity of the dragon farm to promote the establishment of the Fire Dragon Industrial Park, some school managers have also set their sights on some other small dragon farms in the UK and even Europe.

Trying to increase his shareholding ratio by investing in fire dragons.

For this, Clark neither agreed nor opposed it. It was a tacit agreement. After all, this really helped the development of the dragon farm.

However, not everyone is happy with the prosperity of the dragon farm.

The Bock family, who has been engaged in the smuggling of magic materials, especially dragon materials, is very worried about the business of the dragon farm.

Through last year's wave of operations, Clark has completely excluded his family, and no matter how other people are lobbyists, he can't change his mind.

Coupled with the impact of the incident on the dragon farm on their family's dragon material smuggling business, Darren Bock, the representative of the school board of the Bock family, often expresses objections on the school board.

In addition to him, the other person who is concerned about the prosperity of the dragon farm is the Ilvermorny transfer student Bruce Stewart who came from the United States.

Bruce Stewart has been avoiding him and never appearing in front of him since the last time I met him in Egypt's capital of the dead.

Although the names of the two are very fateful, Clark is not interested in men.

However, Clark saw him on a Saturday at the Fire Dragon Park Open Day.

At that time, he was talking to Charlie about the placement of the new fire dragon in the office area on the top of the mountain, and through the window, he saw Bruce Stewart walking down the glass boardwalk.

He walked very slowly, dawdling among the group of students, and soon landed at the back of the line.

Clark looked at the way he looked around and guessed that he was afraid that he was instigated by the people behind him, so he came here to check the situation.

I just don't know if the Magic Congress of the United States is standing behind him, or some interest groups in the American magic world.

"Clark!" Charlie's voice suddenly came from his ear.

Clark suddenly came back to his senses and saw Charlie looking at him, "Ah, what did you just say?"

Charlie was speechless at his distraction, so UU reading www.uukanshu.com had to say, "It's about the safety of fire dragons."

"Yes! It's to pay attention to safety!" Clark glanced out the window again, and Bruce Stewart could no longer be seen.

"Not only should we pay attention to the fire dragons so that they cannot cause harm to the park and the tourists in the park, but also pay attention to prevent some people from causing damage inside the fire dragon park."

Clark looked back and warned Charlie.

Charlie was stunned for a moment, "We will continue to strengthen the defensive magic circle on this side of the park, and Norberta is also very obedient. It shouldn't be a problem to come to the entire dragon farm to accommodate two or three fire dragons."

"But this internal bullshit... Are you worried that someone will come back to attack the dragon farm?" Charlie asked curiously, "This is Hogwarts, with Headmaster Dumbledore around, who would dare to make trouble here?"

"I can't say that," Clark shook his head. "It's just that you have lived in Romania, and you know that this dragon farm is not just a dragon farm. The interests and disputes behind it are enough to make Some people took the risk."

Although Charlie wasn't very clear, he had absolute trust in Clark, his smart cousin.

Hearing that, he nodded, and then went down to arrange work according to his instructions.

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