Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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The voice of Brian, the deputy director of the Department of Mysterious Affairs of the Ministry of Magic, was not loud, but it still reached the ears of everyone present.

Including those wizard tourists who have just walked on the brink of death.

"What, he made us do this?"

"It turns out that it was all his fault!"

"This **** guy, I thought he was a good man and a great hero, but it turned out that everything was his fault.???"

…

The wizards who had recovered from their fears talked in a low voice, and they gathered into a noisy and harsh voice. Some of them couldn't control their emotions and thought they were being deceived. They even chose to glare at Clark. . ???

During this change, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense.

"Deputy Director Brian, what is the specific situation of this matter, yet to be investigated!?"

Minister Fuji's face became particularly ugly, and the word "deputy director" was also bitten very hard. ?

However, the deputy director Brian seemed to be unaware of the disturbance he had caused. A formulaic fake smile appeared on his young face, but there was no smile in his vicissitudes of life.

"Ah, Minister, I know, so we just asked him and his little girlfriend to go back and investigate." Brian's words did not make Fudge's face much better.

Clark looked at him, and then at the deputy director of the Department of Mystery Affairs, who was standing aside with a fake smile on his face. Several thoughts went through his mind, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

At this time, the deputy director Brian didn't seem to want to give up after letting Clark shriveled.

"Ah, yes, in order to prevent another accident, Mr. Prewett, unfortunately, we have to take back the time converter from you and your friend."

"Brian!"

McGonagall seemed to be somewhat familiar with the deputy director, and couldn't help but help Clark to argue for the time converter, saying that Clark was really a model student.

Seeing Professor McGonagall speak, the smile on Brian's face seemed to become a little sincere, but he still smiled without saying a word and never let go.

"Dean, we are not saying that Mr. Prewett is not a good student, but you have to be considerate of our difficulties.

You know, there aren't many of these left even in the Department of Mysteries, and we need to make sure they're safe. "

"and…"

Looking at Professor McGonagall's dissatisfied expression, Brian said meaningfully.

"This little gentleman violated the rules... As far as I know before I came here, in our limited monitoring, we found that Mr. Prewett's use of the time converter was unexpectedly frequent... This has nothing to do with you. There are several things that don't match up with the weekly usage journal reported to me..."

He looked at Clark and said, "Curiosity about time is admirable, but it is also extremely dangerous..."

Hearing that, Professor McGonagall glared at Clark fiercely, and stopped talking with a straight face.

Clark squinted his eyes, looked at the deputy director who seemed to never give up until he got the time converter, smiled, and then handed him the two time converters wrapped around his wrist.

Among them, the time converter that still holds the Sands of Time belonged to Hermione, and the other time converter that was already empty belonged to Clark.

Brian saw the empty little hourglass, and the smile at the corners of his mouth became wider, and the faces of Professor McGonagall, Minister Fudge and others became even more ugly.

"Mr. Prewett, I remember that there should be three to four hours of Sands of Time in this time changer that belongs to you..."

Brian raised the empty time-turner in front of him so that everyone could see it more clearly.

However, before he could continue speaking, Headmaster Dumbledore, who had been silent beside him, played with the wand in his hand, and suddenly spoke up.

"I think the most important thing at the moment is to evacuate all the tourists in this small world first, right, Connelly?"

Cornelius Fudge was stunned when he heard the words, and nodded hastily.

Brian was interrupted by this, and it was difficult to continue talking. After all, he might not give the Minister and Professor McGonagall face, but Dumbledore...

But he was willing to give up, Clark was not a bully.

A small deputy director of the Department of Mystery Affairs, who dared to lose face in this public, if he didn't fight back, I'm afraid people would think that his Prewett family was only an orphan left to bully.

So Clark didn't care about Brian's attitude just now, and said directly to Fudge: "Minister, in the dragon farm just now, a group of werewolves attacked us, especially the alchemy tools used by the other party, which are very similar to those of American wizards. Handwriting…”

Since you don't want me to feel better, I won't make you feel better either.

Clark, combined with his own knowledge of Fudge, has long seen that this guy is a very poor politician.

If I had to make a metaphor, it would be Yuan Shao in the Three Kingdoms - fierce and timid, resourceful but unstoppable;

With his ingenuity, of course, it can be seen that Brian seems to be having trouble with Fudge for some reason, so he still stands up to give him eye drops even though he knows that Clark and Fudge have a good relationship.

And this Fudge received his political donations and the personal relationship between the two parties was still good, but he still stayed on the sidelines and did not contribute.

Whether it was because of scruples about Dumbledore, wanting to weaken the academic faction, or other special considerations, deliberately indulging Brian was not something Clark could allow.

So he deliberately involved the American wizarding world.

As the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, once this attack involves other countries, especially the American wizards, which are among the best in the world, the nature of the matter will change completely.

The wide scope of its involvement, the great impact, and the complexity of the personnel involved are definitely not something that can be solved by just a few of them here.

People like Fudge don't have the courage and ability to solve this matter. If he doesn't want to offend the Magical Congress of the United States and cause bigger problems, he can only suppress this matter.

really…

"Oh, Clark, Dumbledore is right. The most important thing at the moment is to deal with the scene first. We will talk about this when we return to the Ministry. You say yes, Albus!"

Fudge's face was no longer looking this time, but replaced by a look of horror, his eyes were wide, and his right hand seemed to want to lift up and cover Clark's mouth tightly.

Brian seemed to be taken aback by his bold remarks, and couldn't help but scold him, but was grabbed by the quick-witted Fudge.

Then the Minister of Magic turned his pleading gaze to Dumbledore.

It's a pity that he made a mistake this time. Maybe he thought that everyone, like him, would consider the so-called overall situation, weigh the pros and cons, and would not dare to conflict with the increasingly powerful wizarding world in the United States.

But who is Dumbledore? He really underestimated the old principal, his firm belief in his own path, and his "love" for the children and this school!

This is as if Yuan Shao thought that everyone was eyeing the Jiangshan Society of the Han Dynasty, but he did not expect that there would be a guy like Cao Cao who wanted to engrave on the tombstone after his death the words "The Tomb of Cao Hou, the General of the Han Dynasty in the Western Expedition". Words are the same.

Dumbledore can't allow anyone to try to harm the students of Hogwarts, disrupt their plans, and interfere with their development. This is absolutely unforgivable.

So Fudge saw Dumbledore in a state of rage for the first time, and Clark finally knew why the British wizarding world did not maintain a certain influence like their Muggle nation, despite the overall rise of the United States.

"Connelly, this matter is not a trivial matter!"

At this moment Dumbledore's eyes were glowing, yes, this is not an adjective, there really was a blue light coming out of his eyes, emitting an indescribable power, one could even feel it , the halo of power that enveloped him.

At the same time, along with his angry voice, thunder sounded in the sky of the small world at the right time, and pieces of thick dark clouds gathered above his head, flickering with fine electric lights.

Facing Dumbledore in this state, Fudge had to take a half step back.

"Hey, Albus, of course I know it's no small matter, but since it's a serious matter, we can't act rashly."

Dumbledore seemed to have listened to his words, and began to gradually gather the powerful force that had been leaked out of anger.

But Clark didn't intend to end like this, so he continued, "Fortunately, with the help of the time switch, all those werewolves were subdued by my friends and I, and no child was harmed."

Seeing that Clark wasn't ready to give up, Fudge could only hold Brian while pinching his nose and praised: "That's really great, Clark, you are really good, and the use of the time converter is also justified. ."

He just wanted the little guy in front of him to shut up quickly, so no matter what Clark said, he nodded in appreciation.

Fortunately, Clark was mainly targeting Brian, and he didn't really want to tear his face off with Minister of Magic Fudge, so he waved his hand at will after the other party softened.

Neville, who was on the side, saw his movements, and immediately understood what he meant, and hurriedly went down and called for the captured werewolves to be brought over.

"It's Greyback, that evil werewolf leader!"

"And those few..."

Some people in the crowd of onlookers recognized the first corpse they carried. Although his internal organs and brain had been burnt out by Neville's dragon flames, his powerful vitality still allowed him to maintain his outer appearance.

After knowing that this was the infamous werewolf leader, some wizard parents present hurriedly hugged their children tightly in their arms.

When they thought that their children were at risk of being bitten by a werewolf before, these guys were particularly afraid. At the same time, they also changed their perceptions of Clark and others who defeated the werewolf, and their hearts changed from complaining to gratitude.

At least what happened to Clark was justifiable.

"Clark, since these werewolves have also been caught, I think it's better to take them back to the Ministry of Magic first, and let's interrogate them."

Fudge leaned closer to Clark and whispered.

"Ah, don't worry, this should be your credit, you can't run away, but this matter has a very bad impact on the school and this dragon farm, you see..."

Clark glanced at him and laughed suddenly, forcing Fudge to grin in embarrassment.

"Of course, Minister, you have said so, then you have to give you face, don't worry, I will cooperate with the investigation of the Ministry."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Fudge raised his right hand and wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve.

At his signal, the Ministry of Magic employees who had arrived with him hurried forward to capture all the werewolves, whether they were dead or alive.

After controlling the scene, they also began to guide the wizard tourists one by one to leave the dilapidated Fire Dragon Park in an orderly manner through the space gate.

"Hey, why is the sky clearing again?" Neville stood not far from the gate, watching the tourists pass one by one, suddenly looked up at the sky, and asked Clark curiously.

As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. When Professor Flitwick heard the words, he glanced at the sky, and then his eyes widened, as if he saw an incredible scene.

Clark noticed that Brian, who was not far away, seemed to have heard their conversation, and there was a trace of panic in his eyes. When his heart moved, he also looked up to the sky.

I saw that in the sky of this small world, the dark clouds that had just gathered because of Principal Dumbledore's anger had all vanished, revealing the sun behind him hanging high in the western sky.

wait, sun! Still hanging in the sky in the west.

Clark immediately noticed the difference. The sun hanging in the sky of this dragon farm was not a real sun, but an alchemy item constructed by magic, similar to an electric lamp.

It was designed by the wizard to adjust its brightness according to the rising and falling of the sun outside.

At the same time, this huge space opened up by the Traceless Stretching Spell and the Magic Array is also free from such natural phenomena as wind, rain and lightning. Whether it is windy or raining, it is also simulated by wizards using magic.

Therefore, this entire dragon farm is actually nothing more than a huge magic greenhouse, it is just a little more intelligent, a little larger in area, and a little more magical.

Now, it seems to be a little different. Not only does it have a sun that can change its position, but it can also generate various meteorological environments according to the environment itself. It seems…

"Clark, this seems to be the one you told me before, that... that 'Secret Realm' is very similar." Hermione tugged at his sleeve and whispered.

The small Professor Flitwick jumped up excitedly.

"Yes! Yes! Rift, Miss Granger, this is a Rift!"