Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The days are passing by in the dull, and Christmas is coming.

One morning in mid-December, the students at Hogwarts woke up from their sleep to find that overnight, several feet of snow had covered the outside of the castle, and the broad Black Lake was covered with snow. A layer of hard ice.

This makes the little wizards very happy. After all, whether it is **** or skating, they are all very interesting activities.

And since he finished drinking the intellect potion last month, Clark has stopped a lot.

No way, like this kind of precious magic potion, it usually only works best when you drink it for the first time, and then it develops resistance.

And the snake egg of the rune snake is the simplest potion he can get in touch with. In fact, swallowing the snake egg directly is also effective. Clark made it so troublesome, just because the effect can be better.

However, the effect of the Rune Snake Egg is really good. After drinking the intelligence potion, Clark's memory, attention, and reaction ability have been greatly improved.

This also led to his spellcasting concentration and the improvement of his combat response, which was reflected on the system panel, that is, his [Concentration] and [Spell Recognition] skills also increased by 2 points.

Now his attributes are quite good among first-year little wizards, and even compared to second-year little wizards, it's not much worse.

Name: Clark Prewett

Age: 11 years old

Race: Human/? ? ?

Attributes: Strength 8, Dexterity 9, Constitution 9, Intelligence 14, Wisdom 12, Charisma 14

Faction: Chaos Neutral

Occupation: Wizard 3 (0/600)

XP: 1600 (unallocated)

Skill Points: None

Attribute point: none

Status: Chaos Infection (Magic Influence), Divine Oppression

Occupational Skills: Education 37, Concentration 40, Bluff 31, Mystical Knowledge 27, Spell Recognition 21, Rope Art 34, Document Interpretation 23

Legendary Skill: Knowledge is Power (with Godhead)

Personal Feats: Chaos Magic (Occupational Feather), Dexterous Left Hand, Unforgettable, Noble Demeanor, Mobile Spellcasting

Looking at his beautiful panel attributes, Clark also decided to take a break for a while, although his experience points were already enough to level up.

After all, in the past two months, with the improvement of his wizard level and strength, the [chaotic infection] state caused by magic power is also increasing, and the control over his own power is also decreasing. These problems take time to deal with and digest.

And with the end of each course and Christmas approaching, the little wizards are eagerly looking forward to the holiday, even Hermione is no exception, she has no intention of studying now.

Only Clark still insists on going to the library to read books every day. He didn't plan to go back this holiday, anyway, there was no one in his family, but he was more comfortable on the Hogwarts campus.

Because of the cold weather, warm fires began to burn in the Gryffindor common room and the school hall.

However, the ventilated corridor outside was still so icy cold, and the piercing cold wind blew the classroom windows rattling, which forced the passing students to wrap their thick cashmere coats tightly.

Of course, the worst of all was Snape's Potions class. In the cold and damp basement room, the mist exhaled by the little wizards condensed in front of them and merged with the steaming heat from the cauldron in front of them. .

"I feel so pitiful."

In the last Potions class of the year, Draco Malfoy said to his two followers: "I'm going home to spend Christmas with my parents soon, but there are still some abandoned at home. People have to stay in school."

As he spoke, he squinted at Harry and Ron, obviously, he was provocative.

Since the last Quidditch match, Malfoy has transferred part of his malice towards Clark to Harry.

He was extremely angry at Slytherin's failure in the game, of course not because of any collective sense of honor, Malfoy was not so conscious, he was just because the Slytherin team gave Harry a Quidditch match jealous of the opportunity to be in the limelight.

It's a pity that the little wizards in the school all admire Harry, the newly promoted sports star. No matter what he said about Harry, no one responded. This made Malfoy, who was angry and jealous, and had to take it again. Harry had no home affairs to mock him.

But neither of them paid him any attention. Harry wasn't really upset about it. He really didn't want to go back to the Dursleys for Christmas, so last week when Professor McGonagall checked in for students on vacation, he Sign up now.

As for Ron, because the Weasleys were going to Romania to visit his brother Charlie, he had to stay.

For this reason, Harry and Ron were not irritated by Malfoy, nor did they give Snape a chance to deduct points.

But the two of them don't care, it doesn't mean the others don't care.

Clark, who was sitting behind Malfoy, poured a bottle of ink into a spare cauldron, added some chopped crow feathers and leech slime, stirred it a little, chanted a spell, and then took advantage of Snape's turn around. Chance, suddenly stood up, and put the cauldron on Malfoy's head.

The jet-black ink poured down like a waterfall, covering Malfoy's body, dyeing him black, and the people around him still didn't react.

"Ah~"

With the cauldron on his head, Malfoy stood up in fright, screaming, he didn't know what was going on.

"What are you doing!" Snape strode in front of Malfoy and Clark~www.readwn.com~ and the little wizards around looked at them.

"I hope you can give a reasonable explanation, otherwise I think you'll need to keep slugs in the basement all Christmas, Mr. Prewett." Snape stared at Clark like a big bat.

Under such circumstances, Clark did not panic, pointed directly at Malfoy and said, "Professor, Malfoy insulted me just now. Not only me, but also my parents, Harry, Neville's parents!"

"My father and uncle, surrounded by five Death Eaters, fought and retreated, and sacrificed heroically and tenaciously; Neville's parents, tortured to madness by Death Eaters, just to find the whereabouts of the mysterious man; Harry's mother, in order to protect her child, died under the spell of the mysterious man.

They all died to resist the great cause of You-Know-Who, we can't be reunited with them, we can only stay at Hogwarts, but you, but you Malfoy said we were abandoned by our parents, you are insulting them ! You are denying their sacrifice! I want him to apologize! "

Clark charged with excitement, tears flashing in his eyes. Under his affectionate remarks, the entire classroom was silent, and some little witches even looked at him with great sympathy.

"Ten points for Slytherin!"

Snape's voice was colder than the weather outside. Clark's words just now stung him.

"Draco, sorry!"

Malfoy, who was wet and dripping with ink on his robe, blushed. Of course, his face was dark at the moment, and he could see it, but through his eyes, he could still see the anger burning in his heart.

However, no matter how angry he was, in front of everyone's eyes, he could only bow his proud head.