Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

When Clark woke up from the bed, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon.

He was still a little confused after taking a nap just now, but who told him to have something to do in the afternoon, I don't know if he would lower his bottom line a little bit if he could endure Malfoy like this.

Hermione had been waiting in the lounge for a while. After seeing him, her first words were: "I thought you were going to release Malfoy's pigeons? Are you not afraid that he will give up?"

Clarke straightened his messy hair from sleeping and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of, people, the easier it is to get something, the more they don't know how to cherish it. On the contrary, the more they have paid the price and haven't gotten it yet. Things, the more he remembers them."

"Then Malfoy was cleaned up by me and suffered so much grievance. If he just gave up, wouldn't those grievances be in vain? This is the so-called sunk cost in psychology."

Hermione nodded. As a girl, she accepted this knowledge very quickly.

"Of course, it can't always be like this. From time to time, you still have to give him some sweetness to taste. Okay, let's go first, maybe he's really in a hurry."

The two pushed open the door of the lounge, Clark blew a whistle, and saw a dark shadow flashing outside the window, and they set off.

On the other side of the school, our Draco Malfoy was standing by the Black Lake with an anxious face, pacing back and forth with his hands on his back.

After hurriedly eating lunch at noon, he set aside two servants and came to the edge of the Black Lake alone, ready to wait for Clark to come to him.

In fact, Malfoy was originally going to stay in the Slytherin lounge, so that Clark could not find himself. But after thinking about it, he finally gave up on the idea.

He really really liked that little dragon, so in order to prevent the other party from finding him, Malfoy also specially found such an open place, no matter which floor of the castle, just look out the window At a glance, you can spot his figure.

However, he soon regretted it. Although the sun in the spring is not so hot, it would be a little overwhelming for anyone to stand for so many hours.

But the more this is the case, the more Malfoy doesn't want to leave. He has been standing for so long, and he is full of sincerity. If he hides in the room like this, Clark won't be able to see it.

But he waited until the smoke was almost coming out of his throat, and he still didn't see Clark. Just when he wondered if he had been tricked again, a crow with dark feathers flew over his head and made a strange cry of "ya-ya-".

Malfoy was already upset. He would hear this unpleasant cry again, and his heart was even more angry. He grabbed his wand and waved it, ready to shut up the crow.

The gray-white light spurted out and flew towards the crow in the sky. He thought that he would be able to cleanse himself next time, but the next moment, the annoying crow flapped its wings and spun sideways for half a circle very flexibly, letting it pass the malicious blow.

"impossible!"

Malfoy's eyes widened, don't look at the wizards when they used the magic spell, they released beams of light, thinking that their attacks still needed to be aimed.

No, the spell is not a Muggle firearm. This "distorted" power is naturally controlled by the wizard's subconscious. When they see the enemy and target the opponent in their consciousness, no matter how the enemy's body avoids, attacks will follow suit.

Of course, this does not mean that the magic of the wizard will never fail. A powerful mage in another dimension once said "Magicmustdefeatmagic (only magic can defeat magic)!"

Wizards have their own magic power, so they only need to do duel training for a period of time, and they will soon be able to master the "distorted" characteristics of magic power, thus forming a layer of natural distortion and offset position on their body surface, or It is a layer of spiritual light, in order to interfere with other wizards' lock on themselves.

Therefore, whether the magic spell of the wizard is accurate or not depends entirely on the firmness of the will of both parties. Of course, the will-distorting power that spreads out is also a manifestation of the wizard's charm. Sometimes, you only need to look at the wizard's outer appearance. In temperament, you can roughly judge the strength of the opponent.

But what the **** is this crow, why can't the spell hit it?

Malfoy's mind was full of doubts, he waved his wand in disbelief and tried again.

However, in the face of the crow that could not be locked, the tiny magic light was worse than a Muggle pistol. The black crow was like a ghost floating in the air. It danced lightly and danced lightly upward for a certain distance. The gray-white magic spell rubbed its belly and flew past without hurting a single hair.

"Ya-ya-"

After evading the spell, the crow flew closer, and the unpleasant cry seemed to be mocking Malfoy.

"Damn it! Damn beast, even you are here to bully me." Malfoy waved his wand vigorously, as if he was swinging a baseball bat. He was so furious that he had decided to use the powerful range spell that he had not yet mastered.

"Flame..."

"Hi! Draco, are you going to burn the bird?"

The hearty laughter had an indescribable infectious power. It was like a basin of cold water, pouring it down from the top, quenching the anger in Malfoy's heart. He turned his head and looked back, and saw that on the steps not far away, Clark was leading Hermione down.

Of course Clark couldn't let Malfoy cast the area spell, the crow was his favorite. It is also relying on Fukukin's surveillance of Malfoy that Clark can grasp his whereabouts.

And after hearing the familiar voice, Malfoy immediately put the nasty crow behind him, and accused Clark, who had just come over, "You're too late!"

Of course Clark could hear a trace of resentment in the other's voice, but he smiled indifferently, as if he had settled for Malfoy.

"It's you who came early, Draco, it seems that you value the little dragon very much," he looked up at the crows in circles in the sky again, "It is said that in the ancient East, whoever sees crows will have good luck , maybe today is your lucky day."

Malfoy had never been to the East, so naturally he didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but just by looking at the smile on Clark's face, he felt that at least 90% of what he said was not true.

Unfortunately, he could only pinch his nose and follow the other party's words: "Really, that's really good, it seems that our young master Prewett has brought me some good news."

In the end, in order to save his face, which was broken, Malfoy added, "If the news is bad, don't blame me for being rude."

Clark looked at his bravado with an undiminished smile, took Hermione, turned and left.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Malfoy followed.

"Go and see what you want to see."

"what?"

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