Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Looking at the puzzled Malfoy, Clark slowly said "the truth".

"The dragon that Hagrid raised is the private property of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"what!"

The setting sun in the distance was about to set, and the dim yellow light passed through the dilapidated windows of the classroom and sprinkled on Clark's face, making his dark golden pupils like the scorching sun, captivating.

As an experienced traverser, Clark's [Buffing] skill has reached 31 points, which is considered to have just stepped into the threshold of proficiency. In addition, his intelligence attribute and charm attribute have reached 14 points. Malfoy with ordinary qualifications can already be regarded as crushing.

In addition, he was disturbed by Clark's previous series of behaviors and words, and now his mind is confused, and he can no longer seriously distinguish the truth of the other party's words.

"Hogwarts' private property! Are dragons going to be kept in the school? Where are they kept for us to use in class?" Malfoy's voice increased a few degrees and became a little shrill.

Clark pushed up his glasses unhurriedly, "It's just that I have this idea, I'm just about to implement it, how can it be so fast."

Clever lies are often true and false. Clark has already oppressed Malfoy very much just now, and he will be ready to let go.

"As you must know, raising a dragon is not that easy." Clark spread his hands and shrugged, not to mention how sincere he was.

"of course."

Malfoy nodded. He had had this idea before, and he naturally knew how difficult it was to raise dragons in England.

If Clark said that Hogwarts was confident enough to keep dragons, he would have to be suspicious. Even if this school has the most powerful white wizard in the wizarding world, it is difficult to resist the general trend between countries. He is a "good" person and can't do whatever he wants!

"But it's not all hopeless."

Clark's right hand stretched out a slender finger.

"First, the Hogwarts application for raising dragons is mainly for teaching purposes, not for business profits. This fundamental difference can greatly eliminate the hostility of some dragon-raising families in Eastern Europe and reduce the pressure on them."

Clark stretched out a second finger.

"Secondly, the matter of raising dragons at Hogwarts will be a good introduction. You wouldn't think that those pure-blood wizard families in England really don't care about the profits of the dragon industry?"

"Although those dragon-raising families in Eastern Europe ceded some of their interests to some pure-blood families in the United Kingdom in order to open up the British market, how can it be enjoyable to eat alone?"

"It's just that they haven't found an opportunity. Those old guys are very cunning, and they don't want to rush ahead and bear the pressure of those dragon-raising families. Now that there is such a good opportunity, how could they let it go? ? They will definitely support Hogwarts raising dragons.

Not to mention, if there is a chance, your father Lucius Malfoy will definitely want to take a piece of the pie. "

Clark stretched out a third finger.

"The third and most important point is that the headmaster of this school is the recipient of the First Class Merlin Medal, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, the chief wizard of Wizengamore, and Albus, who is recognized as the greatest wizard of our time. Dumbledore!"

"With these three points, the application for raising dragons at Hogwarts can be put on the agenda."

Persuaded by his reason, Malfoy couldn't help but nodded.

Indeed, Clark's three reasons can be said to be comprehensive, not only to solve the counterattack of the dragon family in Eastern Europe, the hindrance of British interest groups, but also a prominent figure standing in front of the stage. The odds of a dragon license are really high.

"Then why did you come to me?" Malfoy is not stupid. As the heir of a pure-blood family, his lack of experience does not mean that he is a fool.

"Although we are sure, it does not mean that we are completely sure. The Malfoy family still has a great influence among pure-blood wizards. With your support, there will be fewer accidents."

In the face of Clark's compliment, Malfoy's face showed a reserved smile, but he was not mentally retarded to the level of Imperius Curse. For certain things, this Slytherin has learned to fight for it.

"Of course I'm not talking about this kind of thing, but with my father, I think I can still talk. So, helping you, what benefits can 'I' get?"

Malfoy emphasized the pronunciation of the word "I", but unfortunately Clark's next move disrupted his plan again.

For negotiation, of course, the other party has to come at his own pace. In this regard, he is still a little more tender than Clark.

"It's getting late," Clark stood up and tucked his wand into his sleeve, "I still have to go to dinner. Let's talk next time."

After speaking, without waiting for Malfoy to stop him, Clark stepped over the two of Goyle who were lying on the ground and left.

This night, Ron was still lying in the school hospital sadly, and Harry was tossing and turning on the bed, worrying about the life of the next breeder. Only Clark slept very sweetly.

He is still very satisfied with his performance this afternoon. With the "goddess" of the giant dragon present, the availability has been released again. Next, he just needs to wait for the "licking dog", Malfoy, to join him.

The development of things was just as he expected, Malfoy didn't dare to let the "Goddess" wait for a long time.

Early the next morning, Clark was sitting at the long table in Gryffindor eating honey muffins. Hermione was next to him, discussing with him the preparation process of the dragon power potion last night. some questions in.

At this time, Malfoy walked behind them alone, and his heartbeat slowed by half a beat as he heard the words "dragon blood" and "dragon eggshell" that popped out of their mouths from time to time.

"I wrote to my dad about this last night," Malfoy lowered his voice deliberately to create a sense of heaviness, "before he reacts, I think we need to talk! How about after dinner?"

Clark smiled, picked up the cup and took a sip of milk. This stuff is much more mellow than the domestic products of a certain cow and a profit.

"That's not good. We have a herbal medicine class with Hufflepuff in the morning. I can't skip class, let's do it in the afternoon."

His reasons were impeccable, and Malfoy could only nod his head sullenly, "Okay, then I'll be waiting for you in the empty classroom yesterday."

"No, I will naturally find you then."

After speaking, without waiting for Malfoy to answer, Clark took Hermione to class.

"Eh...bah...what to pretend to be, I'll see how you find me in the afternoon."

Malfoy looked at the back of the two leaving, spat in disdain, turned and returned to the long Slytherin table.

"Draco, I just saw you go to Gryffindor, what are you doing? Did that Prewett provoke you again?"

Pansy Parkinson asked with concern. As a friend of Malfoy, she also knew about the conflict in the Quidditch stand last time, so she was afraid that Clark came to trouble Malfoy this time.

But Malfoy didn't want to tell her about the dragon, he just dealt with it with a few simple words.