Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Don't play! Don't play!"

When she saw Harry and Clark entering the lounge, Hermione threw the cards in her hand, got up and greeted them, leaving only Ron in a mess, looking at the [horse] who had been smashed into light spots by the boulders. Human Knight], swore to himself that he would never play cards with girls again.

"You guys are back, how's your training going?" She saw Harry's face and asked again, "What's the matter with you? Harry, your face is really scary."

Harry sighed, fell on the warm sofa, lowered his voice, and told them both about Snape's sudden, malicious desire to be a Quidditch judge.

"Don't take part in the competition." Ron suggested immediately, not bothering to pack up the cards.

Hermione knew that Snape didn't want to hurt Harry, but after taking a look at Clark, she still followed Ron's words and said, "Or, say you're sick?"

"Pretend to break the leg." Ron came up with another bad idea, "No, really broke the leg."

"Ron! Can you not be stupid?" Clark shouted, it's a shame to have such a cousin.

"I can't do this," Harry shook his head helplessly, "there are no backup Seekers on the team, if I quit on purpose, Wood will definitely turn me into a Bludger and let your two brothers Hit him hard."

While they were discussing how to deal with Snape, Neville fell into the common room.

No one could guess how he got out of the portrait hole, because his legs were tightly glued together.

Harry and the others could see at a glance that this was a Leglock Charm, and he must have jumped all the way up Gryffindor Tower like a rabbit.

Everyone laughed, except Clark and Hermione.

Clark waved his wand directly and cast a cracking spell on Neville, and Neville's legs suddenly separated. He stood up, shaking all over.

"What's the matter?" Hermione stepped forward and led him over to sit with Harry and Ron.

"Malfoy," Neville's voice was still trembling, "I ran into him outside the library, and he said he's been looking for someone to practice that spell."

"Go to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged Neville, "sue him!"

"No need," Neville shook his head and mumbled vaguely, "I also punched him, Clark, I resisted, met his eyes, and came down hard."

He looked at Clark with anticipation in his eyes.

And Clark didn't hesitate to praise, "Good job! For power and oppression, we have to dare to fight and resist. Neville, you are a real Gryffindor, and the Sorting Hat has not misclassified you."

In fact, this is also where he criticized Hogwarts. Like most Western schools, Hogwarts teachers only care about teaching, not educating people.

Clark's voice was not high, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The little wizard who was still laughing in the lounge suddenly lost his voice, and then there was a loud applause.

"Good job, Neville!"

"Malfoy is always so domineering, I've long disliked him, Neville, you've done a great job."

There were endless compliments, as if it wasn't them who mocked Neville just now.

However, Clark did not criticize their behavior. Sometimes, the rabble is also a force that can be won. After all, who is the enemy and who is the friend, he is very clear, and becoming a **** has to make a lot of friends.

With everyone's encouragement, a bright smile appeared on Neville's face, as if the few feet on his body no longer hurt.

"However, sometimes, resistance doesn't mean we need to fight head-to-head," Clark said with a solemn expression, "When facing a powerful enemy, we must also master the methods and methods of struggle. When we are weak, we can save ourselves and fight in a roundabout way. A good countermeasure. After all, your safety is more important to us."

Neville's lips twitched, holding back tears, he nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Clark...I want to go to bed..."

Clark didn't say anything more, just asked Ron to help Neville back to the dormitory, but he made a note for Malfoy in his heart.

For the bear child, there is no mercy!

Fortunately, the opportunity came quickly, and the Quidditch match was approaching.

Harry, while indifferent to what Ron and Hermione said, was getting more and more nervous.

He was thrilled to think that he could, like his father, win a Quidditch trophy for Gryffindor as a Seeker.

However, with such an eccentric referee, can they succeed?

On the day of the game, Clark, Hermione, and Ron sat together. Today's weather was fine, the sun was shining, and the atmosphere on the field was very hot.

Ron was still asking about Hermione's leg-locking spell, which was inspired by Malfoy's casting spell on Neville, intending to cast Snape on him as soon as he showed signs of hurting Harry. curse.

"What is that spell?" Ron was still a little nervous~www.readwn.com~ clenched the wand in his sleeve.

"You've asked this many times, and it's because of the stiff legs. Don't worry, there are so many people, Snape doesn't dare to do anything to Harry." Hermione whispered.

"Stop nagging," said Ron impatiently. "You don't care about Harry at all."

"I think Hermione is right. If you don't believe me, look at who is sitting there." Clark pointed to the opposite side.

"Oh... God... Dumbledore came to watch the game too!" Hermione and Ron looked in the direction of his fingers and exclaimed.

Yes, they read it right, that silver-white beard is unique, not Dumbledore, who else could it be.

Dumbledore was sitting in the teacher's stand opposite Clark and the others, Quirrell slumped beside him, trying to shrink the space he occupied as little as possible, so as not to attract Dumbledore's attention, which made Clark find it very interesting.

Since Dumbledore was there to watch the game, no one would dare to hurt Harry.

Perhaps it was because of this that Snape seemed so annoyed when the players from both sides lined up on the field. If Dumbledore had said that he was coming, he would not have applied to be the referee, and the old guy would have been laughed at.

Of course, in Ron's eyes, Snape was angry because he couldn't harm Harry.

"I've never seen Snape look so gloomy. His plans fell through," he said to Hermione. "Look...they're off. Ouch!"

Someone stabbed Ron in the back of the head from behind, it was Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there."

Malfoy spread his hands, turned his head and grinned again at Crabbe and Goyle.

Sure enough, the bear children are the most annoying!