Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The scarlet train galloped all the way, leaving behind a long milky white smoke belt that lingered for a long time.

The scenery outside the window has changed from the dark mountains around Hogwarts to the endless fields, and the green color is refreshing.

In the last car of the Hogwarts Express, a group of people were happily chatting about the Quidditch World Cup.

It's just that Clark found that when chatting, Harry sometimes looked at him intentionally or unintentionally.

So he found an excuse to go to the bathroom, got up and walked out of the car.

Then, after a while, Harry followed suit.

"Is something wrong, Harry?"

Clark stood in the empty compartment to the side, looked at Harry who was looking around, and asked, which surprised him.

"Clark, you scared me to death, didn't you go to the bathroom?" Harry patted his chest, as if he still had some lingering fears.

Clark looked at him with a slight smile, and said pointedly, "I'm not afraid that some people can't find me."

Harry smiled awkwardly, and Clark stopped teasing him when he saw it.

Through the ability of telepathy, he actually read Harry's shallow thinking long ago, and of course he knew that the other party had something to do with him.

"Okay, tell me, what are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for you mainly for...for the... thing you said before about the resurrection." Harry said hesitantly.

Clark had already guessed that this was what he was about to say, and the smile on his face remained the same.

"I thought what you were going to say, don't worry, since I have promised you, I will not forget it." He patted Harry on the shoulder, "But the exact time is up for discussion."

He thought about it for a while, and then said: "From what I see, it's best not to let your godfather know about this matter, after all, the resurrection of the dead is not a good thing in the eyes of many people, even your godfather. not excluded."

"That makes sense, so when exactly do we start?" Harry asked eagerly.

"Just choose when you live at your uncle and aunt's house," Clark gave his answer. "Don't worry, I will naturally arrange for someone to pick you up."

Although Harry was anxious in his heart, he also knew that this kind of thing was completely dominated by Clark, so he could only nodded reluctantly.

Clark naturally saw his thoughts and comforted him: "If you want me to say, this matter can't be rushed. Although we have the "Golden Sun Sutra" in our hands, we have to take a long-term plan. If a dead soul is resurrected, If it were that simple, the number of people in this world who have been resurrected from the dead would have long been overwhelmed."

"Okay, we've been out for a while, let's go back quickly."

He pushed Harry's back and returned to the last carriage.

For the rest of the trip, perhaps because of Clark's reassurance, Harry seemed to be in a much better mood.

He played a few games with Ron and Ginny, and when the witch with the snack cart arrived, he generously bought a lunch for everyone sitting.

After they were full, they rested for a while, and when they opened their eyes again, the natural scenery outside the car window had receded, and they were replaced by various low-rise houses.

The train slowly stopped at the platform of King's Cross Station. Clark and the others dragged their luggage off the train. As soon as they got out of the platform, they saw Harry's uncle.

After all, this Muggle was standing a long way from the Weasleys, looking at them suspiciously.

And when Mrs Weasley welcomed Harry with a hug, his suspicions that the odd couple were wizards seemed to be confirmed.

"We'll get back to you about the World Cup!" Ron yelled behind Harry as they parted, a behavior that made Harry's uncle frown.

So when Harry pushed the luggage cart with the boxes and Hedwig's cage to Uncle Vernon, Uncle Vernon greeted him in the usual way, "What did that kid mean? What World Cup?"

He growled and glared at Harry viciously.

"The Quidditch World Cup is a sports competition in the wizarding world." Harry said cheerfully, "I have promised them that we will go to the game together."

"No!" said Harry's uncle, spattering with stars. "You're not allowed to go anywhere without my permission!"

"But my godfather has allowed it," Harry said deliberately.

"Godfather?" his Uncle Vernon's eyes widened. "You don't have a father!"

"No, I have," Harry said with a smug smile on his face, "he's my parents' best friend, a convicted murderer, as you should have seen on the TV news last summer. ."

Uncle Vernon's cheeks twitched.

"But don't worry, he's out now, and the government of the wizarding world has dropped the charges against him.

And he is going to pick me up to live with him during the holidays, and maybe he will come to see me at that time to see if I am happy..."

Harry smiled happily at Uncle Vernon's horrified expression as he pushed the luggage cart towards the station exit, Hedwig flying lightly ahead of him, ready to go together to a place that looked much better than last year. summer.

But before they walked down the steps of the station, they saw Clark not far away, preparing to board a black Audi sedan.

Because Harry was talking about his godfather just now, as if he remembered something, he suddenly dropped the luggage in his hand and hurried towards Clark.

"Wait a minute, Clark! Wait a minute, Clark!"

Harry's voice came from a distance, and Clark stopped and looked back at him, "What's the matter? Harry."

"I have something urgent to tell you." Harry calmed his breath, then glanced at the driver in the car again.

"Don't worry, no one can hear us talking," Clark said.

"It's about Peter Pettigrew," Harry organized the language, then recalled, "On the day of my divination test, Professor Trelawney got very—very weird."

"Oh, right?" Clark gave him a curious look. "You mean she's weirder than usual?"

"No, it's completely different from her usual behavior. At that time, her voice was very low, her eyes were rolling, and she was sitting upright on the chair, as if she was sick.

She said... She said that Voldemort's servant would break free and join Voldemort in darkness and blood, and that that servant would help him come back stronger and more terrible than before. "

Harry looked up at Clark with a worried look on his face. "Then Professor Trelawney was back to normal, and he doesn't remember what he said. Could it be—could it be that she made a real prophecy? The servant in this prophecy is Peter Pettigrew?"

Clark looked a little surprised, but he didn't give his answer right away, but after pondering for a while, he said uncertainly.

"You know, Harry, I think it's very likely that Professor Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of a prophet after all. Who knows if she has inherited her gift of prophecy."

"Then if so, Clark, Peter Pettigrew he..."

"Harry, that's not your concern," interrupted Clark, "Peter Pettigrew has been locked up in Azkaban, and he can't do any tricks under the watchful eyes of many seasoned Aurors. And with my reminder, they also abolished his magic power ahead of time, Peter Pettigrew is now a Muggle who can't use magic."

"But—I stopped Sirius and Professor Lupin from killing Pettigrew in the theater! If I agreed with them at the time to kill Pettigrew... If Voldemort makes a comeback, it will be my fault." Harry said a little unwillingly. .

"No," Clark said softly, "Harry, you know what, I learned a lot from saving Hermione with a time-turner not long ago."

"The river of fate is so vast, and the causal relationships of our actions are always so complex and changeable, so predicting the future has become very difficult.

Professor Trelawney may have really seen a piece of the future, but it's just a wave in the long river of time. We don't know the beginning or the end of things, not even this wave. We also don't know how many bubbles there are.

In this case, blindly believing in the so-called prophecy, trying to avoid and eliminate the possibility of the prophecy, may instead fall into the trap of fate and promote the occurrence of the prophecy. "

Seeing that Harry didn't seem to listen to this, Clark's words changed.

"Besides, you can repay your grievances with virtue and spare Peter Pettigrew's life, which is also a very noble behavior in itself."

"But if he helps Voldemort make a comeback—"

"He can't help Voldemort make a comeback. Professor Trelawney's prophecy is not necessarily him, and even if it was him, you gave Peter Pettigrew's life. You sent Voldemort a debt that owes you favor. assistant…

A wizard saves another wizard's life, and there's a connection between them... If I guess right, Voldemort wouldn't like his servant's debt to Harry Potter. "

"I don't want anything to do with Pettigrew!" said Harry. "He betrayed my parents!"

"That's the deepest, most elusive magical connection, Harry. But trust me... one day you'll be glad you saved Pettigrew's life this time."

Harry couldn't imagine the day when Clark seemed to read his mind.

"Although I don't know your father, Harry," he said mildly, "from what Lupin and Black described him, your father might have saved Pettigrew in that situation. The reason for this is not to forgive the murderer, but he will never watch his good friend's hands get blood again."

Clark's words left Harry speechless for a long time, yes, Blake and Lupin really weren't worth killing for that scum.

Harry's Uncle Vernon, who was not far away, was getting a little impatient. He took Harry's luggage and strode up to the two of them, ready to interrupt their conversation.

But when the rude words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered the murderer godfather Harry had just told him.

"I said, how long do you guys have to talk? I don't have time to wait for you here." Uncle Vernon's attitude was not good, but it was still restrained.

Harry was about to answer, but Clark spoke first, "You're Harry's uncle, right? I've heard Harry mention you occasionally."

In the face of Clark's conversation, Harry's uncle did not have a good face. After all, in his opinion, since the little guy in front of him was Harry's classmate, he must also be a freak wizard.

However, the next moment, when he caught a glimpse of the title on the business card that Clark handed over, his face changed color in an instant, and his face was bent and shy, like a pug.

Without him, just because Clark has the title of "Associate Director of InterContinental Hotels Group" in his business card.

As the management of the Granning Rig Company, Vernon, of course, has heard of this hotel group, which has become famous in the industry.

In the face of Uncle Harry, who was courting him, Clark dismissed him with a few words. It's just that being interrupted by him makes it difficult for Harry to talk to Clark about Peter Pettigrew again.

The two chatted for a while, and finally, under Uncle Vernon's eager eyes, Clark got into the Audi sedan and walked away.

"Harry, you didn't tell me that you have such a classmate!"

Looking at the black sedan that went away, Uncle Vernon couldn't help complaining to Harry, "It's all connections, connections, you know!"

It's just that they never saw that in the leaving car, Clark quietly leaned on the leather seat, and a dim light flashed in his dark golden pupils.

"Prophecy? I didn't expect things to turn out like this, that Professor Trelawney could predict it like the original."

…

Just when the students at Hogwarts went back to their homes, thousands of miles away, on the outer coast of the Atlantic Ocean and the North Sea, on the waters near Norway, in an unknown and unknown secret space.

A dark gray reef protrudes from the cold fog, and the dark castle looms in the fog.

In the castle, a group of the most notorious dark wizards in the British wizarding world are imprisoned. Compared with them, Hogwarts' school bully Malfoy can only be regarded as a younger brother.

Among them, Voldemort's die-hard supporter, Sirius Black's cousin, Bella Tricks Lestrange, was pressing her face against the freezing cold railing, screaming frantically at the opposite cell.

"Peter Pettigrew! You **** bug, shameful traitor, you betrayed your master and I'm going to kill you!"

An angry roar echoed between the cells, scaring many of the already debilitated prisoners into screaming.

Pettigrew Peter, who was named by Bella, was no exception. After the magic power was abolished, he was already a Muggle, and he had absolutely no resistance to the influence of Dementors.

It was only a few days after arriving in Azkaban, and he was like a teenage year old, and there was not much left of his thinning hair.

At this moment, under Bella's intimidation, the string in his mind finally couldn't hold back anymore and snapped open.

Saliva flowed from the corner of Peter's mouth, and at this moment, he finally turned into a fool.

But what everyone didn't see was that a trace of bright red blood began to fill Peter's pupils, and soon occupied his eyes.

The next moment, this guy who was supposed to be stupid regained a calm look on his face. The vicious cursing sounds and the cold and terrifying atmosphere around him seemed to have left him.

He looked around calmly, and then made a move that surprised everyone, that is, with sharply sharpened nails, he stroked his wrist fiercely.

The bright red blood immediately flowed from his wound, but under the action of a mysterious force, it was suspended in front of Peter Pettigrew.

As the blood loss increased, Peter's face became paler and the blood cells in front of him grew larger.

In the end, when the blood on Peter's face was gone, and even his eyes became gray, the blood globule in front of him condensed in the sound of "click, click", and shrank into a clear, blood-colored light. crystal.

The bright red light illuminated the entire cell, and even Bella's face on the opposite side was dyed red.

The prisoners in the surrounding cells looked at the scene that seemed to have fallen into the blood sea hell, and they shivered. Only Bella looked at the blood crystal with excitement. She felt something from it. A breath that made her heart palpitate.

The breath was so familiar that she would never forget it even if it were dozens or hundreds of years later.

"Master! Have you come to pick me up? I knew it, woo..."

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