Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Harry's first Quidditch match came to a successful conclusion, with the Gryffindor team defeating Slytherin by a narrow margin.

Yes, by a slight advantage!

Even if Harry caught the Snitch, the difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin was only a mere twenty points.

It is precisely because of the excitement of this game, and Harry's final Jedi comeback, that even after the game is over, there are still many young wizards discussing enthusiastically on the way back.

But Harry couldn't hear the compliments, and they were heading towards Hagrid's cabin.

When the game was over, Hagrid warmly invited them, as well as Harry and Ron, to sit at his place, enjoy a cup of strong tea, and often use his newly invented snacks.

"Snape is doing the trick," explained Ron, dodging Fang's saliva as he washed his face, "Hermione and I both saw him staring at you and murmuring, it must be your broom. curse."

"Nonsense!" retorted Hagrid, who knew nothing of what had happened in the stands. "Why would Snape do such a thing? He has no reason."

Harry, Roth and Hermione looked at each other, not knowing what to tell him, so they looked at Clark, ready to ask for his opinion.

But Clark ignored them, just lowered his head, as if interested in the baked cookies Hagrid had just taken out of the oven.

Because he didn't know how to explain it, Harry decided to tell the truth.

"I found out some of his secrets," he told Hagrid about what he saw last night. "When I went to Snape, I found Filch helping him with the wound on his foot."

"The wound was very deep, with a kind of charred black on the edges. Clark said it was fire poison from hell. It must have been the big three-headed dog he was going to pass through the end of the corridor on the fourth floor on Halloween night. Bitten. We're guessing Snape was trying to steal something the dog was guarding, maybe even the troll he set out."

Hagrid was startled by what Harry explained, and he didn't even notice that the tea poured for Clark overflowed.

"How do you know about Lu Wei?" He put down the teapot with a dignified expression and asked very nervously.

"Lu Wei?"

"Yes, it's the three-headed dog. I bought it from a Greek in a bar last year, and I lent it to Dumbledore's guard..."

"Guarding what?" Harry eagerly wanted to know.

"Okay, don't ask anymore," Hagrid waved and interrupted him roughly, "That's not what you should know."

"But Snape was going to steal it."

"Nonsense, you should call Professor Snape," Hagrid added, "Snape is a professor at Hogwarts, he wouldn't do that."

"But why would he murder Harry?" exclaimed Ron, whose prejudice against Snape had been made worse by the events of the afternoon game.

"I saw him spelling Harry with my own eyes, and Hermione saw it too. We saw it very clearly."

"I tell you, you're wrong!" said Hagrid angrily, "I don't know what happened to Harry's broom, but Snape wouldn't want to murder a student, let alone Harry. "

"Maybe it's because of love..."

Seeing Ron still wanting to argue, Hagrid grabbed a biscuit and stuffed it into his arms.

"Come on, eat something, listen to me, that has nothing to do with you, it's dangerous, forget the big dog, forget what it's guarding. It's about Professor Dumbledore and Nicole "The relationship between Lemay and..."

"Aha," said Harry suddenly excitedly, "Oh, it has something to do with a guy named Nicole Lemay, isn't it?"

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Hagrid slapped his forehead hard, "This is not something you should know."

However, what he said didn't work, Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at Clark in unison.

"Well, the black pepper flavored, Hagrid, your biscuit has too much pepper." Clark opened a hard biscuit and put it in his mouth with the tea. Looking up, he saw the expectant gaze of the three of them.

The tight-lipped Hagrid really lived up to his reputation. If he didn't know this, he would have thought he had leaked the news to Harry and the others on purpose.

Clark took a sip of tea to wash away the pungent taste of the peppercorns, and then opened his mouth slowly.

"Nicole Lemay, also known as Nicolas Lemay, French, born in 1327, was the most famous alchemist of the 14th century."

Sure enough, you can totally trust Clark, he will never disappoint. Harry and Ron looked at him curiously, while Hagrid's face was already full of tension.

"As an alchemist, he and Dumbledore discovered twelve uses for dragon blood. If you've ever eaten chocolate frogs, you should have seen this sentence under Professor Dumbledore's magic picture. ."

Hearing his words, Harry immediately remembered the chocolate frog picture he got on the Hogwarts Express. That picture was of Dumbledore, and the picture would still move.

But Hermione discovered the problem in Clark's words. "Isn't that Nicole Lemay born in 1327, how could he do research with Professor Dumbledore?"

Clark smiled and leaned back on the chair more comfortably.

"Because that Mr. Nicole Lemay is six hundred and sixty-five years old, and he has lived until now."

"what?"

"How many?"

"Six hundred and sixty-five years old?"

With three questions in a row, even the mature and steady Hermione was taken aback, but Hagrid couldn't take it any longer.

"Enough, Clark, this is not something you should understand."

His voice was so loud that Fang Ya was startled, but Clark was not afraid at all.

"Hagrid, even if I don't tell them, they won't search the books? Well, if you don't satisfy their curiosity, the **** knows what will happen to them."

After speaking, ignoring Hagrid who buried his face in his knees, Clark said straight to the point: "The small package you mentioned should contain the Philosopher's Stone."

"Give joy to suffering,

to fight to win,

to regenerate the dead,

Give mortals magic power. "

"This is the Philosopher's Stone, also known as the Philosopher's Stone, Philosopher's Stone, Golden Elixir, and Philosopher's Stone. It is a mythical substance, the Holy Grail of alchemists. Legend has it that the Philosopher's Stone can turn any metal into pure Jin can also make an elixir of life, so that those who drink it will never die."

Harry and the others were shocked too much today. An antique who lived for six hundred and sixty-five years old, a stone that can turn gold, and can make people live forever. This is really uncontrollable.

"Of course, these are just legends. As one of the highest achievements of alchemy, there are many reports about the Philosopher's Stone, but the only remaining piece at present is in the hands of Nicole Lemay. Presumably the one in the castle , it should be that he entrusted Professor Dumbledore to keep it, so you should not think about it."

【Ding! You successfully used the 'Education' skill to impart some peculiar knowledge to the other party, experience +30]