Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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With a loud noise, the rickety table collapsed with a bang, and the crystal ball placed on it rolled on the ground.

Clark stood there, gasping for breath, the faint tingling in his mind from the overdraft of his psionic power, which made his face contort and looked particularly frightening.

Hermione, seeing Clark like this for the first time, stood up nervously and took his hand.

The cold and soft little hands calmed Clark's restlessness. He took a deep breath and calmed down. Only then did he realize that the surrounding classmates were looking at him in surprise.

Professor Trelawney stared at her huge eyes, and his face was green and white, and he looked at him with obvious anger.

Ron and Harry secretly gave him thumbs up, Neville looked at him worriedly, Parvati and Lavender whispered, both glaring at him.

"I'm sorry to say, boy."

Professor Trelawney shook his head at him.

"From the first time you stepped into this classroom, you obviously don't have the talent required for noble divination. In fact, it's not your fault. After all, not everyone can see the future."

Clark, who finally calmed down, almost laughed angrily when he heard this.

Can't see the future? I rather hope that what I just saw is not the future!

But before he could speak, someone helped him fight back.

"Okay!" Hermione said suddenly, and at the same time stuffed the book "Punching the Mist and Seeing the Future" into her schoolbag.

"Okay!" she repeated, throwing her bag over her shoulder, nearly knocking Ron off the chair.

"Since you say so, then I will give up too! Let's go!"

The whole class was stunned, watching her pull Clark, stride to the trapdoor, kick it open, then turn their heads and stare at Professor Trelawney, "Losing us is your greatest loss! "

After she finished speaking, she dragged Clark with her, and clambered down the ladder and disappeared.

"Wait for me!"

It was only at this moment that Neville reacted, he stood up almost without hesitation, hurriedly stuffed the book into his bag, and at the same time did not forget to take Clark's book, and then said to Professor Trelawney. Sorry, disappeared with the two of them.

"Oh!"

There were whistles and roars one after another in the classroom. As half-aged children, they didn't expect Hermione and Clark to be so bold, and some boys and girls were even more envious of their actions just now.

After a few minutes like this, the classroom was quiet.

Professor Trelawney seemed to have forgotten Harry's ominous details. She turned sharply and left Harry and Ron's desk, kicking hard, tightening her shawl, as if she would faint at any moment. Same as in the past.

"Oh—" Lavender exclaimed suddenly, startling everyone.

"Oh—Professor Trelawney, I remember! You foresee her going, don't you, Professor? 'One of us, around Easter, will leave us forever!' you said long ago Yes, Professor!"

Professor Trelawney gave her a tearful smile.

"Yes, my dear, I did know that Miss Granger would be leaving us. But people always hope that they are misreading the omens... The celestial eye is also a burden sometimes, you know..."

Lavender and Parvati, looking in admiration, shifted their positions so that Professor Trelawney would be seated at their table.

Ron, however, scoffed at this.

"'One of us', it's obvious that there were three people who left just now, okay, she's the one who can talk." Ron whispered to Harry.

The three Clarks who left the classroom naturally didn't know what happened in the classroom after they left.

But Clark did realize that what Professor Trelawney said, "Tianmu is also a burden sometimes."

He wished he had read the omen wrong, but the image of Hermione lying in his arms scarred, always lingered in his mind.

Looking at the robes they were wearing at the time, it should be in the school, but the background... where is it? It is impossible for anyone to dare to attack Hogwarts under Dumbledore's nose.

Clark, who was in deep thought, followed Hermione all the way, and was soon noticed by the girl.

"Clark, are you blaming me—blaming me for pulling you out?" Hermione stopped and turned to ask.

"Ah, no, no!" Clark came back to his senses and quickly denied it.

"Then what's your situation? I've been restless since just now."

Although she wasn't a Psion, Hermione still sensed something with her keen intuition.

"Maybe it's because I've used the time converter too often like you recently. It's okay, just go back and rest for a while."

Clark resisted the pain in his mind and squeezed out a smile.

In the days that followed, Clark wanted to find out more clues from the prophecy. He wandered around Hogwarts, trying to find the place that corresponds to the scene in the prophecy.

However, he still found nothing, and even as time passed, those prophecy images in his mind gradually became more and more blurred, more and more abstract, and finally turned into a bleak shadow.

The time has come to the Easter holiday, which is also the last long holiday before the end of the semester.

But for the little wizards, this holiday was not easy.

They suddenly discovered that third graders had never done so much homework.

Even Neville Longbottom, who had changed a lot, was tortured to the point of having a nervous breakdown, and it seemed like he wasn't the only one.

"This is also called a festival!" Like the Huaxia students, Seamus Finnigan shouted loudly in the common room one afternoon, "It's still a long way from the exam, what are they doing?"

Ron complained along with him, and Harry nodded in agreement.

But no one was busier than Hermione and Clark, and even without the divination lessons, they would still have more lessons than anyone else.

In addition to the courses, Hermione was also busy with the topic selection, review, and operation of the Hogwarts School Magazine. Clark also needed to work hard for the Fire Dragon Park and the Fire Dragon Industrial Park that was being planned.

This makes the two of them usually the last to return to the dorm at night and the first to leave the next morning.

Harry and Ron even noticed that they had dark circles under their eyes, like Lupin's, and always looked listless.

Of course, compared to them, Harry's situation was not much worse. He had to do his homework every day in addition to his daily Quidditch training, not to mention endlessly discussing tactics with Wood.

The Gryffindor v Slytherin match will take place on the first Saturday after Easter, and unlike in the original, thanks to the Gryffindor v Hufflepuff win, they and Slytherin The difference between the points is not big, only forty points.

This means that during the game, Harry and the others only need to catch the Snitch immediately, and they can only win the Quidditch trophy, because catching the Snitch can get one hundred and fifty points.

For this matter, Wood would take Harry's face every day when he took the opportunity.

The entire Gryffindor House is also concerned about this upcoming game.

Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Cup since the days of the legendary Charlie Weasley as Seeker.

On the Slytherin side, except last year's Quidditch match was canceled due to the attack, Slytherin had won the Quidditch Cup for eight consecutive years, and they were unwilling to break the winning streak like this. accepted.

So after Easter, tensions between the two teams and between the two academies reached a point of contact.

In all memory, no match has come close to being so full of gunpowder as this one.

Whether in the hallway, in the auditorium, or even in the classroom, there are students from two colleges who cause friction over little things, and then develop into vicious fights.

In the worst case, a fourth-year Gryffindor and a sixth-year Slytherin were both admitted to the school hospital with leeks bubbling from their ears.

Harry's life was also particularly difficult. On the way to class, there were always Slytherin people who maliciously stretched out their legs and tripped him.

Wherever he went, Crabbe and Goyle would pop up quietly at Malfoy's direction, then walk away disappointed to see him protected in the center.

This is entirely because Wood took precautions in advance and told Harry that he must be accompanied by someone wherever he went, to prevent the Slytherin people from preventing him from playing.

The students of the entire Gryffindor House actively took on this task, and Clark even arranged for Neville to follow Harry, temporarily serving as his bodyguard for a while, which made Harry feel very secure.

But it also caused Harry to often fail to enter the classroom on time, because he was always surrounded by a large group of chattering people.

And compared to himself, Harry cared more about the safety of the Firebolt than he cared about himself.

When he wasn't flying, he even gave Clark the broom and asked him to help him keep it in a magic box that only Clark could open, which, in Harry's opinion, was absolutely safe.

On the eve of the game, all daily activities in the Gryffindor House common room ceased, and even Hermione and Clark put down their books—

No way, the whole common room was noisy and filled with an air of stormy weather.

The way George and Fred dealt with the pressure was more noisy than usual. Wood squatted in the corner alone, waving his wand, and directing the villain on the model of the Quidditch game in front of him to move around, musing about tomorrow. game tactics.

Angelina, Arya and Katie laughed at Fred and George's joke, and Harry sat with Ron, Clark and Hermione, away from the hustle and bustle, trying not to think about tomorrow's game.

Because every time he thinks about it, he has a terrible feeling, as if there is a big winch in his stomach, twisting his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys together, making him always want to go to the toilet.

In his case, Clark said it was test syndrome, but even if he cast a psychic spell on Harry, the effect was not obvious.

"Come on, Harry, you'll be fine." Hermione reassured, "At least the Dementors won't be your problem now."

Harry nodded. Not long ago, Clark taught him another offensive magic, the Shattering Charm. Although he didn't master it well, it already provided him with enough confidence.

Ron also encouraged him at this time: "You still have Firebolts!"

"Thanks…Thanks…" Harry said, but his tone was still a little lethargic, and his stomach was cramping.

Fortunately, Wood stood up in time and announced that the entire team should turn off the lights and go to bed.

Before going to bed, Harry found Clark and asked him to cast a soothing spell on himself.

After receiving hypnosis and spiritual suggestion, Harry really felt a lot more comfortable, and it seemed that his mind was clean at once, and he fell into a deep sleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Harry slept through the next morning.

At breakfast, Harry was greeted with applause as he entered the Great Hall with the rest of the Gryffindor team.

The students at Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff's desks were also applauding them, which was enough to show how popular Slytherin was.

Harry couldn't help smiling happily, even as there was boos from Slytherin's long table.

"Eat more, we will have a tough battle to fight in a while!"

Wood kept urging the players to eat more, but he didn't touch anything himself, and before others finished eating, he hurriedly urged the players to go to the stadium early to familiarize themselves with the situation.

When Harry and the others left the auditorium, everyone applauded again.

"Good luck, Harry!" Cho Zhang shouted, Harry feeling that his face must be red by now. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Clark and a few others also followed the team to the stadium. Students in the stands had already prepared in advance. Most of the audience wore bright red roses and waved the magic flag painted with Gryffindor lions. Or banners that read "Go Gryffindor!" "Lions win!"

In the whole stand, behind only the Slytherin goalposts, a hundred or two hundred men wore green ornaments, and silver snakes gleamed on their flags.

Professor Snape, the dean of Slytherin House, sat in the first row, also wearing green accessories, with a gloomy smile on his face.

Clark and the others sat down at the top of the stand, where the view was the best, reminding the tall Hagrid that he was also standing behind them, and with him was Ron's second brother, Charlie Weasley.

"It's really nostalgic," Charlie looked at the hot scene and remembered when he led Gryffindor to the championship. "I feel that Gryffindor will also win this time."

"That's awesome, by your side." Hagrid grinned, his beard shaking.

With the announcement of commentator Lee Jordan, the game officially began.