Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"I don't understand what you're talking about, Clark."

The light footsteps sounded again, and gradually approached, and soon, a thin figure stood in front of Clark.

There is a huge honest camera hanging around his slender neck. He looks young and his face is very immature. It is a second-year Gryffindor student and a full-time photographer for the "Hogwarts School Magazine" - Colin K. Reeve.

"Didn't you ask me to quickly develop the photos of the Quidditch match I took today, so that I can use them in the next school magazine?"

Colin Creevey glanced at Clark curiously and asked with a puzzled look.

Clark stared at his immature face carefully for a long time, until he saw the other party twisting uncomfortably, and then motioned him to sit down.

"I did tell Colin to do the photoshoot," Clark pushed the tea in front of him, "but he never came back so late."

"There's a lot of pictures...so I'm late...I—" Colin Creevey continued to explain, writhing uncomfortably.

At this moment, however, Clark suddenly changed the subject.

"Did you know? Although the compound decoction is magical, it can turn a person into another person from the inside out, but it cannot change a person's soul.

Therefore, in the face of a spiritual master who is proficient in spiritual magic such as Legilimency, the compound decoction often has no effect - Sirius Black! "

"Colin Creevey" was like a frightened bird, his slender body bounced off the sofa directly, and rushed out with a "whoosh-", and he came to the exit of the Gryffindor common room in a blink of an eye.

When he saw that the door of the common room was still open, he was overjoyed and rushed out, and then—

boom!

Like hitting a solid wall, no!

He just hit a solid wall!

The face of "Colin Creevey" came into direct contact with the wall of the lounge, leaving many bright red bloodstains on the wall. Even Clark felt pain when he saw that tragic appearance.

And just in front of him, not far to the left, the rest door, which was hidden, seemed to be a big mouth, and it was making a silent mockery at him.

"Colin Creevey" lay on the floor for a while before standing up staggeringly.

This time, looking at the hidden door in front of him, he didn't dare to hit it directly after suffering a loss.

He turned around and stared intently at the little wizard sitting on the sofa behind him, sipping black tea leisurely, his collapsed nose was so painful that it contorted the immature face of "Colin Creevey" And funny.

"If I were you, I'd put my wand away, Mr. Black."

Clark put down the teacup and suggested to the "Colin Creevey" in front of him.

However, "Colin Creevey" didn't seem to believe his words, his right hand was still in his pocket, and at the same time he leaned towards the wall behind him.

Such a move completely confirmed his identity, using the compound decoction to transform into Colin Creevey, in order to break into the Gryffindor common room - Sirius Black!

Blake felt his back against the solid wall, a sense of reliability that eased his nervousness a little.

At least this way, he won't be attacked from back and forth and attacked from behind.

But before he could move towards the door of the lounge on the side, Blake saw a playful smile on the face of the little wizard sitting on the sofa opposite.

The smile Black was familiar with, the look on James's face whenever he tried to play Snape's greasy head.

Black's heart tightened, and he quickly pulled his wand out of his pocket, but it was still a step too late. The reliable touch behind him instantly became invisible the moment Clark laughed.

Blake, who rested his entire body weight on the wall behind him, lost his balance in an instant, and the whole person fell behind him without any defense, and rolled out of the door of the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey, be careful, boy!"

The fat lady who was awakened complained dissatisfiedly. She did not expect that the embarrassed young man in front of him was Sirius Black, who had just scratched her portrait to pieces.

Blake, who fell to the ground, struggled for a while before standing up, but when he turned his head to leave quickly, his steps stopped.

"Hey, I said, do you want to go in?"

The fat lady who had just been woken up asked another question angrily. Blake looked like Colin and hesitated for a long time in front of the doorway. His face was pale and pale, but he couldn't make a decision to leave, and he couldn't get his legs out. .

Without him, just because he heard Clark's last words when he got out of the Gryffindor common room just now.

"I know the whereabouts of that mouse."

These words grabbed Sirius Black's door, and in the end, he turned around and got into the doorway under the dissatisfied gaze of Madam Fatty.

"I know who you are, Clark Prewett, heir to the Prewett family."

As soon as he entered the room, Blake said viciously on purpose, but he was still Colin at this moment, and his immature appearance was completely unable to show the words "fierce" to the fullest.

So much so that in Clark's view, these words were not more deterrent than the wand in Black's hand.

"Oh, it seems that you have a good grasp of the investigation."

Clark smiled indifferently, "But you're wrong, I'm not the heir of the Prewett family, I'm the patriarch of the Prewett family!"

Black's face became more solemn, and the little wizard in front of him gave him the feeling that he was the grandfather Arcturus who controlled everything in the family he faced when he was a child.

The wily grandfather who lent a large amount of gold to the Ministry of Magic to obtain the First Order of Merlin's Order always had the same smile on his face as this little wizard.

So even if the little wizard on the opposite side didn't have a wand in his hand, Blake didn't dare to be careless.

"You seem to be afraid of me?"

Clark's eyes are very vicious, or his telepathy is very sharp, so as soon as he spoke, Black retorted: "I'm afraid of you, what am I afraid of, I'm a murderer with a huge reward from the Ministry of Magic!"

He took a few steps forward viciously and asked, "Come on, where is that mouse?"

"Since you are asking for help, you should have the attitude of asking for help," Clark's tone was neither soft nor hard, "Come and sit first, let's talk about—"

"All petrified!" Clark waved his hand, and the level 4 psionic ability [Domination] instantly took over Black's body—

No way, who said that Sirius suddenly burst into flames before Clark finished speaking, and rushed directly over.

Clark had no choice but to wave his hand and stop him temporarily, and Sirius fell hard to the ground.

Clark waved his hand again, and the thought power released by [Controlling Small Objects] lifted Sirius lightly and landed on the sofa next to him.

"Actually I don't want to hurt you or take you for a bounty, Mr. Black.

Otherwise, it's not me who is waiting for you in the lounge now, but teaching them. "

Clark waved his hand and released the [Domination Technique] on Sirius.

"After all, they are also members of the Holy Twenty-Eighth Clan. I think we can still reach a deal."

"Silent and wandless casting?" Sirius was taken aback by Clark's means, "This is not something a third-year wizard can do!"

He began to have doubts about Clark's identity, and even thought that the other party might be the same as himself, using compound decoction to disguise himself as a child.

What is such a dangerous figure hiding by Harry's side?

Blake's expression became more serious, "Who the **** are you?"

"You even asked me." Clark said ironically.

"Times are advancing, Mr. Black. I am who I am, Clark Prewett. If you don't believe me, you can wait and see if my 'Potion Potion' will fail."

Blake relaxed a little, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

After seeing Clark's strength, he finally knew that the other party was not a little wizard who could be handled by him, and began to talk to Clark on an equal footing.

"I know something about you, so I thought I might be able to help you and help you get your revenge."

Clark's words made Blake's breathing a little short of breath, but he still kept his composure.

"Help me?!" A sneer appeared on Blake's face.

"I don't think so, I've been collecting your information since I escaped from Azkaban, I know you.

The business genius of the Prewett family, the greedy hound, the corpse hunter... You are famous! "

"thank you."

In the face of Blake's mockery, Clark was not ashamed, but proud, which made Blake feel like his punch had hit cotton.

"But I'm very surprised. We don't seem to be related, right? Why did you focus on me after you escaped from prison? We don't seem to have met? Did you escape from Azkaban specifically to find me?"

Sirius Black reached into his robe, took out a crumpled note, smoothed it, and handed it to him.

It was a photo of the Ron family that ran in the Daily Prophet last summer, and Clark was in it.

Black pointed to the mouse Scabbers in Clark's hand and said, "Didn't you lead me out?"

As a Gryffindor, Black was reckless, but not stupid.

On the contrary, he is actually very smart, or else he would not have completed the illegal Animagos secretly without guidance with James Potter.

So after the initial turmoil, Blake quickly found something out of the ordinary.

Why is Peter Pettigrew so cautious, suddenly exposed in the newspaper?

He came here so late, why did this guy wait for him in advance?

Why did he say that he knew the whereabouts of the mouse when he was about to leave, and was very sure that he would not leave?

All of this, all the clues connected like pearls, all point to the same answer, that is—from the beginning, this little **** was using Peter Pettigrew to lead himself out.

Faced with Black's allegations, Clark did not deny it.

"Yeah, I know, it's Wormtail-Peter Pettigrew, who is an outlaw Animagos just like you."

"He told you?! Where is he? Give him to me, I'm going to kill him!" Black suddenly became excited, but sat back obediently under Clark's menacing gaze.

"Don't get excited, Mr. Black," Clark reassured him, "yes, this mouse was in Ron's house."

"It's the red-haired family in the photo. He is a pet in the hands of the family's youngest son, Ron. Ron happens to be Harry's good friend. The two of them still live in a dormitory."

Clark saw the corners of Blake's mouth twitch, but he restrained his emotions well.

That's fine, so Clark's words changed.

"But after getting a new owl as a pet, Ron handed the mouse over to me as a prop for me to experiment with magic."

This time, half of Blake's face twitched.

"While experimenting with magic on a mouse, I discovered his secret.

So it's funny, a hero in everyone's eyes, but posing as a pet mouse and hiding in the wizard's house. What is it afraid of? What is it hiding from? "

Clark raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"What did you come to Hogwarts looking for? Was it really to kill Harry? I have doubts about the news that the Ministry of Magic has released."

"Me? How am I going to kill Harry, he's James' child, those damned idiots at the Ministry of Magic! James and Lily are my best friends, I never, betrayed them, I didn't!

It's Peter! It's that mouse! He's a liar, a coward, a coward, and he betrays our trust! "

Sirius roared sharply.

"Hey, don't get excited, Mr. Black, I trust you."

Clark comforted him.

"No one can tell lies under the surveillance of Veritaserum plus magic, that's why I'm here to talk to you, instead of taking you to the Ministry of Magic for a reward."

"Veritaserum!" Black frowned subconsciously.

Seeing this, Clark couldn't help sneering in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, just said.

"Since you know me in advance, then you should know that I, Clark, have always been innocent when it comes to trading, although he has taken advantage of the situation."

Black was silent, knowing that Clark was right.

Although the family was defeated and he was a fugitive himself, that didn't mean that Black didn't have his own sources.

According to the information he collected, although the kid in front of him was as greedy as a Slytherin and as shrewd as a Ravenclaw, he was still a Gryffindor.

Their family's business provides jobs for a large number of poor Squibs, and although Black doesn't look down on them, it at least proves that this Clark Prewett is not a cold person.

"what do you want?"

Facing the sincere Clark, Sirius Black finally spoke up.