Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Unlike his usual old-fashioned and stereotyped image, Professor McGonagall wore a red tartan robe today, with a beautiful thistle garland on the brim.

This made her seem to be several decades younger, and you could vaguely see her charming style.

"Please come here, warriors!" Professor McGonagall shouted again.

Hermione adjusted her bracelet, a broad smile on her face.

She and Clark said "see you later" to Neville, Ron, and others, and then walked forward, and the chattering crowd flashed a passage to let them pass.

There were other warriors who stood up with them, and Clark saw Bruce Stewart at this time. The female companion next to him was a sixth-grade girl from Slytherin, who was quite beautiful.

Professor McGonagall arranged for their four teams of men and women to stand by the door and let the others in first. After the students were all seated, they lined up to enter the auditorium.

Fleur Delacour and Roger Davis were standing closest to the door, Davis still had that smirk on his face, and his eyes barely took his eyes off Fleur.

Looking at it like that, it seems that he will become Fleur's marionette for the entire dance.

Everyone lined up and entered the auditorium in front of the warriors one by one. Everyone who passed by would glance at them curiously, as if they were visiting.

Clark and Hermione had to keep smiling all the time, and sometimes they had to nod their heads in cooperation when they saw acquaintances, it really seemed like a young couple who greeted guests at the door before the wedding started.

Five minutes later, when everyone was seated in the auditorium, Professor McGonagall called the warriors and their dance partners to line up two by two and follow her in.

They filed in and walked towards the big round table in front of the auditorium where the judges were sitting. The people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.

The auditorium is now more beautifully ornately decorated than ever, the walls are covered with gleaming silver frost, the ceiling is a starry night sky, and there are hundreds of mistletoe sprigs and ivy hangings. into a wreath.

The four long academy tables were gone, replaced by a hundred or so garden tables lit with lanterns, with a dozen or so people sitting beside each table.

Clark carefully supported Hermione in case she accidentally tripped over her heels.

Hermione was quite happy, she smiled brightly at everyone, which made them really look like golden boys and girls.

The warriors came to the front of the guest seat, and Dumbledore sat in the middle, smiling happily.

On his left is Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff, who didn't change into his robe tonight, he was still dressed as he used to be.

Mrs. Maxim, on Dumbledore's right hand, took off her usual black satin uniform and put on a lavender flowing robe. At the same time, Clark also found that all the gemstone jewelry on her body had also changed. Got a new set.

Beside Madame Maxime, Ludo Bagman was wearing a bright purple exaggerated robe with big yellow stars printed on it tonight, and he was slapping his hands with the same enthusiasm as his classmates.

As for Mr. Barty Crouch, Clark didn't see him. In the fifth seat at the table, there was another younger man, Percy Weasley.

He was wearing a brand-new navy blue dress today, which didn't look cheap.

The long-term work experience in the Ministry of Magic has also made him a lot calmer, his face is calm, and he can't see the slightest joy or anger, but he is similar to Mr. Crouch.

As the warriors and their dance partners approached the table, Percy pulled away an empty chair beside him and looked at Clark with piercing eyes.

Clark understood what he meant and sat down beside Percy.

"I've been promoted," Percy said before Clark could speak. "I'm now Mr. Crouch's personal assistant, and I'm here on his behalf."

His tone was flat, and it seemed that promotion was not a big deal for him.

"That's really congratulations, it seems that you did a good job in the ministry," Clark said with a smile, "by the way, why didn't he come?"

"Hey, I'm sorry, Mr. Crouch is in a bad, very bad condition."

When he said this, a sad expression appeared on Percy's face, but Hermione, who was beside him, could see it clearly, and there was still a slight smile in his eyes.

"It's not surprising - it's been too hard work in the ministry and he's not as young as he used to be - although, of course, he's still very good, his mind is still as sharp as ever, but he's clearly not as energetic as before. .

Especially since what happened at the Quidditch World Cup, he's been a little bit wrong.

The house elf in their family, called Twinkle or something, behaved erratically, which greatly stimulated his personal emotions.

Naturally, he fired her immediately afterwards, but—well, as I said, he's old and needs to be taken care of.

Since that house-elf was driven away, I think he's found the comfort of the house plummeted, and sometimes I even have to go to his house to take care of him. "

Hearing this, Clark couldn't help but say, "That proves that Mr. Crouch has regarded you as a confidant, but when you go to his house to help, you have to use snacks. It's always right to be careful."

Percy was stunned for a moment, gave Clark a deep look, nodded, and continued:

"Don't worry, I know.

But Mr. Crouch is really tired. We have to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament and deal with the aftermath of the World Cup. That hateful woman named Skeeter spreads rumors everywhere.

Alas, poor man, he is spending a quiet Christmas, and he needs a rest too much. "

"That's why you came." Clark laughed.

"I would rather I didn't come. This at least proves that Mr. Crouch is in good health. As a subordinate, I still hope that such an elder will continue to protect us from the wind and rain." Percy said sadly. on.

"People always have to grow up. Leaving teachers, parents, and bosses. Only in this way can we spread our wings and have our own piece of sky." Clark's words were full of vigorous fighting spirit.

Percy also seemed to be led by him, and said with a smile, "It seems that our Clark has grown up a lot recently and is a big boy."

Saying that, he blinked at the beautiful Hermione beside him.

Clark quickly changed the subject with laughter, "Why haven't the food been served yet? I'm hungry."

He looked in front of him, there was no food on the shiny golden plate yet, but everyone had a small menu on hand.

When Clark picked up the menu, he saw a variety of dishes written on it, and also accompanied by pictures.

Principal Dumbledore, who was not far away, looked at his menu carefully, and then pointed at his plate and said very clearly, "Pork chops!"

A grilled pork chop that was golden brown, drizzled with sauce, and steaming immediately appeared on his plate.

The others at the table suddenly realized that they followed suit and ordered their favorite food on the plate.

The atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became warm, and everyone was chatting happily and tasting delicious food.

Viktor Klum told his girlfriend about his school, but from time to time he glanced at Hermione.

"Ah, we also have a castle, I don't think it's as big or as comfortable as here," he said to the pretty girl. "Our castle has only four floors, and it can only be ignited when magic is cast. But ours The venue is bigger than here…”

"Okay, okay, Viktor!" Karkaroff said with a smile, but there was no smile in his cold eyes, "Don't reveal any more secrets, or you charming Friends will know where we are!"

Dumbledore smiled, his eyes sparkling, "Igor, keep secrets like this... People will think you don't welcome others to visit."

"Oh, Dumbledore," Karkaroff grinned widely, showing his yellow teeth, "we all want to protect our private lands, don't we? There are things we can share, but there are things left by our ancestors, Don't we need to guard it carefully? After all, every school still has a little secret that no one knows about."

Clark heard what he meant. The Durmstrang principal was the most conservative in the European Magical Joint Project.

He stubbornly controls the rights and interests in his hands, and is not willing to let go at all, and he always encourages the French side to stand with him.

Fortunately, Mrs. Maxim can still understand the situation. Although she also has her own ideas on the distribution of rights after the union of the three families, she also understands that the fundamental reason why this matter can go forward is still Dumbledore. .

Without this prestige old man who made the sea **** needle, the establishment of the European Magic Federation would not be established even if it was discussed for another hundred years.

It is impossible to expect someone like Karkaroff to succeed.

Dumbledore also heard the meaning of Karkaroff's words at this time, but he only said kindly, "Oh, I can't say in my dreams, I know all the secrets of Hogwarts in the past, I Gore."

"But I know exactly what's going on at Hogwarts right now.

In the past, we have no way of knowing; in the future, we cannot predict. Only now - we can control, we can choose the path we want to take!

including death!

After all, I'm already an old man who is about to go to earth. "

Karkaroff was completely speechless.

Clark, who was beside him, also secretly smiled at the plate of Hungarian beef stew in front of him. Sure enough, Jiang was still old and spicy.

While Dumbledore and Karkaroff were engaged in a verbal exchange, Fleur Delacour was also criticizing Roger Davis for the Hogwarts decor.

"It's nothing," she said contemptuously, glancing at the star-lit walls around the auditorium. "At Beauxbatons Castle, our auditorium is filled with ice sculptures at Christmas. Of course, they don't melt... just Like a giant diamond statue that gleams in the auditorium. The food is also superb…”

Roger Davis watched her speak with a fascinated look on his face, and several times he held his fork crooked and poked food into his nostrils.

When Furong said that she was angry, she patted the back of the table with her hand impatiently.

Davis also responded hastily, imitating Fleur and slapped the table with his hand, "That's right! It's like this, that's right!"

He didn't listen to what Furong was saying at all.

In addition to that, Clark noticed that Hagrid was sitting at the other staff desk, and he was looking up at the chair of the chair in his ugly fluffy brown suit again.

Clark saw Hagrid waving his hand, he turned his head and found Madame Maxime also waving to Hagrid, the gemstone ring on her hand glistening in the candlelight.

After more than half an hour, when everything was finished, Dumbledore stood up and clapped his classmates to stand up too.

Then he waved his wand and flew some of the tables to the wall, leaving an open space in the middle.

Then he turned into a high stage, attached to the root of the right wall, with a drum set, several guitars, a lute (poem), a cello, and several organs.

"Merry Christmas, I wish you a wonderful night. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Professor Dumbledore left the stage.

Amid the thunderous applause of the audience, the Weird Sisters swarmed to the instruments together.

They had long hair, which was deliberately left untreated, and they also wore black robes that were deliberately torn and torn, with weird bone necklaces around their wrists and necks, full of wild magic.

Everyone watched with interest as they picked up their musical instruments. The next moment, the lanterns on the table went out, and in the dim auditorium, several spotlights shone from overhead.

"We should dance!"

Clark said softly, holding Hermione's hand to help her up, and the other warriors and their dance partners also stood up.

The Weird Sisters played together a slow, sad tune, and Clark took Hermione's hand and walked into the brightly lit dance floor with the other warriors, and began to dance gently.

The four warriors vary in their level of dancing, the best being Fleur and Roger Davis.

The two of them looked very experienced, Davis stared at Fleur with a fascinated look on his face, and danced with her pace.

Beside them, Bruce and the Slytherin girl danced a bit unsatisfactorily. They were probably unfamiliar with each other, and their cooperation was very jerky.

In contrast, Krum and his dance partner are slightly stronger. Although Krum's movements are not very coordinated, he is worthy of being a Quidditch player, and his reaction is very fast.

Compared with the two of them, Clark and Hermione, who were dancing to the rhythm, at least danced pretty well.

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