Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The knocking sound of "bang, bang, bang" was particularly clear in the Gryffindor lounge at night. In order to prevent waking others, Hermione got up quickly and gently opened the window.

Then she saw Clark's pet crow, clutching a paper bag bigger than it, flew in very lightly.

Harry and Ron brought their heads together, and were about to see what it was holding, but they were immediately pushed away by Clark.

"This is just some detailed information about the British dragon industry that I asked an elder who works in the Daily Prophet to help collect."

The two looked at each other, and immediately became disinterested in such a literal thing.

But Ron soon discovered the new land, "Clark, I think I've seen this pet crow before! I remember... I remember... yes! It was the night we dueled Malfoy last year. , it's this crow! It's the one that took us to the fourth-floor corridor, eluding Filch."

When Ron said this, Harry quickly reacted. He looked at Fu Jin carefully, and finally nodded, agreeing with Ron's opinion.

"Yes, it was indeed that night!"

Ron looked at Fu Jin, then looked at Clark, and said with a smile, "Cousin, you have been caring about us that night, but I thought you were cowardly and didn't dare to go out with us."

"You can pull it down! Who cares about you, a big man." Clark scolded with a smile.

The speaker was unintentional, and the listener was intentional. Two red glows appeared on Hermione's face, who was standing beside her. She suddenly remembered that she would occasionally see this crow outside the dormitory window...

But it was too late, and before Hermione's thoughts could spread, Clark began to urge them to go to bed quickly.

The next morning, when he woke up, Ron's palm, which was bitten by the dragon, swelled twice as much as Clark had said.

The wound that had been treated and healed had also turned an unsightly green color, with sticky pus flowing, and an unpleasant smell that seemed to be rotting raw meat. Norbert's teeth are really poisonous.

He lay on the bed, whimpering in pain, and turned his eyes to Clark for help. As a vain Gryffindor, he didn't want to go to the school hospital, because it would make him feel too vulnerable.

Unfortunately, Clark shook his head and broke his illusion. By the afternoon, Ron felt that he could no longer carry it, and had no other choice but to go to Madam Pomfrey.

After the day's class was over, the three of Clark rushed to the hospital and found that Ron was lying on the hospital bed. The situation was worse than he thought. It seemed that Clark had made a wrong estimate. The dragon who had never brushed his teeth. How awesome.

"It's not just my hand," Ron grunted in pain, "though it hurts like it's about to break. To make matters worse, Malfoy told Madam Pomfrey that he was going to borrow a book from me, So he came in and made fun of me. He kept threatening to tell Ms. Pomfrey what bit me, and I told Ms. Pomfrey it was a dog, but I think she I don't believe it."

"It's alright, he just wants to get revenge on you." Harry comforted from the side, "Didn't Clark say everything, he won't tell the teacher about Xiaolong."

Ronley grinned and showed an ugly smile, "Of course I know that, do you think I'd be afraid of him? I used the fact that he was beaten in the last Quidditch match to mock him severely, you I didn't see the look on Malfoy's face, which was wonderful."

"You shouldn't provoke Malfoy, Clark is going to talk to him about raising dragons," Hermione said.

The smile on Ron's face stagnated, and he sat up quickly from the bed, wanting to apologize, but Clark waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.

"I said I was talking to Malfoy, but the real person who can make the decision is his father Lucius. The interests are enough, even if I beat Malfoy and trampled on my feet, Lucius would not say much. The interests are not enough, no matter how much we please Malfoy, his father will not cooperate."

Clark's words were full of confidence. Obviously, the materials sent last night were very useful.

However, before they and Ron could continue talking, Madam Pomfrey came in and told them to leave, saying that Ron needed to sleep.

"Then when are we going to find Malfoy?"

After leaving the hospital, Harry couldn't wait to ask, the moment Ron lay down and went to Hagrid's place to take care of Norbert the little dragon, it fell on him alone.

"Don't worry, I'll find him right away." Clark patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry thought he was comforting himself, and said quickly, "Don't be in such a hurry, I just..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Clark speeding up~www.readwn.com~ toward the end of the corridor, and Malfoy who had just turned the corner greeted him.

"Eh..." Harry was afraid that he would suffer alone, and wanted to follow, but Hermione stopped him, "Don't worry, Clark can do it. If you go, there might be something bad."

Saying that, she pulled Harry, turned around and went up the stairs beside her.

"Hey, isn't this our son of Gryffindor, the Light of Wisdom, why did he come here alone?"

Malfoy saw the backs of Harry and Hermione turning and leaving, and quickly guessed that the reason why Clark came to him, it must be for Hagrid raising dragons, and it became rampant in an instant, and the two followers behind him even more. With a wicked smile.

Clark had a calm expression on his face, as if the voice in front of him was just a barking dog, and that arrogant look instantly angered Malfoy.

However, the next moment, Clark's words made him change his attitude.

"Are you sure you want to be here and talk to me about how to get a giant dragon?"

"You... what do you mean?" Malfoy began to lose his composure, his voice began to flutter, and the whole person was a little overwhelmed, like an otaku who was suddenly confessed by a goddess, both excited and uneasy.

Clark didn't explain much, just looked around. This is the only way to the auditorium. Although it is not yet time for dinner, there are still little wizards passing by from time to time.

"Let's move to another place! Let's have a good talk." His tone was light, but he couldn't refuse.

Malfoy nodded subconsciously, as if fascinated, he followed behind Clark despite the dissuasion of the two servants.

A few people turned around, found an empty classroom, and walked in directly.

"Stop your legs from stiffening!"