Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Damn, I don't want to wear this dress for a second!"

Ron stood in grief and indignation in front of the mirror. In the mirror, he was wearing a purple robe with lace, as if he was wearing a very old-fashioned dress.

He picked up his wand, as if to add a little manly to the robe, and cast a desperate cutting spell on the folds and lace.

The magic spell worked, at least the lace on the robe was gone, but he didn't do his job well, and there were still raw edges on the collar and cuffs of the robe.

He put down the spell in frustration, when Clark suddenly said, "What, do you need help?"

Unlike Ron, today he is wearing a suit vest and bow tie, and the outside is still a high-grade magic robe of black velvet fabric.

Compared to their school uniform, the dress is more like a mix of a trench coat and a wizard's robe, with sleek lines and a modern feel.

However, simplicity does not mean simple. In the inconspicuous places such as the neckline, cuffs and corners of Clark's gown, patterns are all embroidered with dark gold threads, and an abstract bird and snake pattern is also embroidered on the chest. , which makes Clark look mysterious and noble.

Ron looked enviously at Clark's clothes, then at his own, and lowered his head sadly.

Clark understood what he meant, so he waved his wand and used psionic power to give him a psychological suggestion.

So in Ron's sight, the robe he was wearing immediately changed. Although it was still very ordinary, it was at least much better than the long purple dress just now.

"Thank you, Clark, this dress is really nice!" Ron thanked.

Harry, who was beside him, looked at him suspiciously. This was the original dress.

Clark shook his head cryptically, motioned to Harry to keep quiet, then dragged Ron downstairs to the common room.

The common room looked strange, and the people inside were no longer blue-black robes, but wore colorful robes.

Parvati was waiting for Harry at the bottom of the stairs, and she looked very beautiful indeed, in a garish pink robe, her jet-black hair braided with gold ribbons, and the gold bracelets on her wrists gleaming and exotic.

Harry was relieved to see that she didn't giggle.

"You are—um—beautiful," he said unnaturally.

"Thank you," she said.

"Padma will meet you in the hall," she said to Ron again.

"Okay," said Ron, looking around. "Where are Ginny and Hermione?"

"They should still pack up in the dormitory," Clark said.

"Let's go down first, the dance is about to start!" Parvati took Harry's arm.

"Okay." Harry and Ron waved at Clark and said, "See you later!"

The girls came out of the girls' dormitory one after another and left the common room with their dance partners.

Those who had chosen other academies, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as dance partners, also left in droves.

After a while, Angelina also came down, and she smiled and passed her hand to Fred.

The two left holding hands, and Fred winked mischievously at Clark and them.

Ginny came down closely behind Angelina. She was wearing a relatively conservative red dress robe. Her ruddy face was full of shyness, and she was embarrassed to see Clark and Neville.

Aunt Molly didn't expect Ginny to go to the ball because she was still young, so she didn't prepare a dress for her.

Fortunately, as a cousin, Clark specially found someone to rush to make a set and gave it to her as a Christmas present.

What? You mean Ron? Can that be the same?

At this moment, the fiery red dress was worn on Ginny's body, and with her well-dressed makeup, it looked extraordinarily beautiful.

Even more beautiful than Clark has seen all the girls so far tonight.

The lovely bow decoration on the sleeves of the long skirt set off her extra cuteness, and the belt with pink diamonds on the waist reflected dazzling light under the light, wrapping her petite body, showing her slenderness at the same time with a dazzling light. Unspeakable femininity.

Clark had to admit that the little girl who only chased after him and called her brother with a runny nose had really grown up now.

All the boys present who had not left saw Ginny, and couldn't help but froze for a moment. Neville, who had always been brave, stared at Ginny with his mouth wide open, speechless in surprise.

From his appearance, he seemed to have just noticed the fact that Ginny turned out to be a pretty girl too.

The face that was originally a little stiff changed quickly, and there was a trace of nervousness in the astonishment.

"Hermione is still on it, her hair will take a while, it will come out soon!" Ginny said, her little face still flushed.

Clark slapped Neville **** the back, and he realized that he stepped forward and stretched out his arm so Ginny could hold him.

"Clark, we... we don't have to wait for her to go down together." Neville seemed a little embarrassed and left with Ginny.

"No, I'll just stay here and wait for her, you two hurry up..."

Before Clark's words were finished, the noisy voice in the common room stopped, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the girl who had just come down from the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

Many people opened their mouths in surprise, not knowing what to say.

It's Hermione!

!

But she didn't look like Hermione at all, she looked more like a fallen elf.

Her hair was no longer shaggy, it was smooth and shiny, and it was pulled into an elegant bun at the back of her head.

She was wearing a long dress made of light violet blue fabric. The long silk dress gently wrapped her slender and soft body and flowed to the ground like water waves.

Clark didn't realize until today that Hermione's figure was so good that it didn't show at all under the school uniform robe.

As she walked down the stairs, driven by her light steps, the embroidered skirt of the flowing dress also fluttered, like countless butterflies dancing around her.

With her current appearance, she can be said to be stunning, and can only be described in four words as dazzling.

Clark couldn't help but take a step forward, and as the distance drew closer, he felt that Hermione's temperament had also changed - perhaps only because she had removed the twenty or so thick books she usually carried around her body. Bar.

Anyway, she is definitely the most changed and most beautiful among all the girls today, subverting everyone's understanding of her.

"Good evening, Clark!" Hermione whispered, coming over. "How do I look?"

Looking at the equally handsome and handsome Clark, her eyes lit up, with a bright smile on the corner of her mouth, of course, she was also a little nervous.

"Beautiful, unbelievable!" Clark replied, looking at Hermione carefully.

As a [Psychic], he has long since cultivated a strong psychological quality, at least to the point where "Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his color, and elk rises to the left without blinking his eyes."

But now his heart is beating fast and unsatisfactory.

Clark had to admit that even if he had the soul of an adult, he couldn't help but be drawn to Hermione's youth, energy, intelligence and beauty.

This kind of admiration has nothing to do with anything else, it's just the purest appreciation for "beauty".

It can be said that now she is in the most dazzling stage of her life, and her whole body exudes a powerful charm.

"thanks!"

Hermione's mouth twitched slightly when she heard Clark's comment, and she took his hand and walked downstairs to the auditorium together, with Neville and Ginny following behind them.

Along the way, everyone they met looked at them in astonishment.

Hermione and Ginny were so conspicuous, especially Hermione, who attracted a lot of attention.

Many girls stared at her with envy and scrutiny, while boys were admiring and amazed.

When they went down, they found that the hall was also crowded with students.

Everyone was circling and talking, waiting for eight o'clock, when the doors of the auditorium would open.

Some people want to meet dance partners from other colleges, and they squeeze through the crowd sideways, looking for each other.

Clark and the others met Ron and the others at the corner of the stairs. Beside him stood Parvati's sister Padma, who was as beautiful as her sister and wore a bright green robe.

However, she didn't seem to be interested in Ron being her dance partner, and her jet-black eyes were always looking up and down at Harry beside him, and their eyes stayed on him for a while.

And Ron didn't notice the behavior of his female companion. When Clark and the others appeared, he also saw Hermione who made a stunning appearance and opened his mouth in surprise.

Next to him, Harry also had the same expression. The two of them stared at Hermione for a long time, unable to believe that this was the old know-it-all lady.

"Hello, Hermione," Parvati noticed the strangeness of her male companion, and took the initiative to step forward to block their gaze, "You are so beautiful today, and Clark is a perfect match!"

She was staring at Hermione with an unabashed, aggressive look, and she wasn't the only one doing it, there were many girls around, who were also looking at Hermione, feeling threatened.

Hermione smiled, seemingly unaware of these glances, which showed her strong confidence, "Thank you, you too, Padma."

As a professional who has been transferred to [Mage], Hermione knows that she and these people are no longer on the same level, and she has a bright future!

At this moment, Ron, whose vision was blocked, also came back to his senses. He turned his head away and pretended to observe the surroundings in order to ease the awkward atmosphere around him, but in the next second, he whispered, "Oh, bad …”

"What?" Before Harry could react, Ron bent his knees slightly and hid behind him.

It was Fleur Delacour who approached.

She was wearing a silver-gray satin robe, and her long hair was loose, like a silk scarf of the finest quality floating in the air.

Beside her was Ravenclaw Quidditch captain Roger Davis, the lucky teenager with a big smile on his face at the moment.

However Clark looked at it, he felt that his smile was a little silly, as if someone had cast an Imperius Curse.

"This girl's magic has grown again."

Clark couldn't help but sigh in his heart, no wonder that Beauxbatons would let her summon Joan of Arc, the charming ability attached to the Veela blood, coupled with Joan of Arc's strong personality charm and appeal, it was a match made in heaven.

Even if she did not win the championship in this Triwizard Tournament, the benefits of this experience alone are enough to cultivate a star of hope for the French magic circle.

Its potential may be even higher than that of the "Black and White Witch" Kuyinla.

It wasn't until Fleur and the Roger Davis were far away that Ron straightened up again and watched their backs across the crowd.

And his behavior was also seen by another person.

"What are you looking at, Wes, is the toad looking at the swan?"

A group of Slytherin students came up the stairs from their basement common room.

Leading the way was Draco Malfoy, wearing a black velvet turtleneck gown that, at first glance, looked about the same as Clark's, supposedly custom-made in the same shop.

It's just that compared to Clark's low-key and reserved, his robe is much more flamboyant. In many places on his body, abstract patterns of fire dragons and flames embroidered with red silk threads can be seen.

Beside Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson wore a pale pink robe full of frills, and she dangled Malfoy's arms tightly.

Crabbe and Goyle were all green, like two big rocks covered with moss, and it seemed that neither of them could find a dance partner.

"You'd better shut your stinky mouth, I don't want to do it on such a good day." Ron, who was mocked by Malfoy, turned around and said to him fiercely.

Malfoy just smiled and didn't continue. Today he is wearing this dress, and he can't be torn with a muddy leg.

At the same time, he also saw Clark and Hermione standing on the edge of the main staircase. Like the other boys, Malfoy's eyes fell on Hermione, UU reading www.uukanshu. com froze slightly.

Although he hated Muggle-born wizards, Malfoy couldn't seem to find a word to insult her at the moment.

Five minutes later, the oak front door was opened, and everyone turned their heads to see Durmstrang's students enter with Professor Karkaroff.

Krum walked in the front, next to a beautiful girl in a blue robe whom Clark did not know.

Over their heads, a lawn in front of the castle could be seen turned into a grotto, with nymphs twinkling in it.

That means there are hundreds of living fairies sitting in magically conjured rose bushes or flapping their wings on statues that appear to be Santa Claus and his reindeer.

It's just that before they can continue to enjoy this magical and beautiful scenery, Professor McGonagall's voice sounded:

"Please come here, warriors!"

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