Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Clark didn't see the scene where Professor Dumbledore comforted the students. He ate the last bite of the fried egg and hurriedly left when the little wizards shouted in unison.

As the so-called king does not see the king, it is better that the two do not meet until the plan is reached.

"People's hearts are available!"

Clark let out a sigh, and Malfoy, who followed behind him, was stunned for a moment, and roughly guessed the meaning of the sentence, but before he could speak, he heard Clark instruct him again: "The plan is smooth, start the next step. , inform your father, just as it says."

With that said, Clark handed Malfoy a letter and left without waiting for him to speak.

Malfoy took the letter, opened it, and the expression on his face changed.

But remembering the demeanor of the little fire dragon he saw yesterday, his heart warmed, he hesitated for a moment, clenched his teeth, turned and walked towards the owl shack.

On the other hand, when Clark returned to the Gryffindor lounge, he found Harry waiting for him.

"I'm writing a letter to Professor Slughorn," Harry held a piece of paper in his hand, while Hedwig was brushing his feathers impatiently. "Need to add the Norberta thing?"

Clark shook his head, "No need, powerful magic spells need to be used in the right place. You don't need to tell him for the time being, you can just follow my original writing."

Hermione, who was studying beside her, heard the movement, raised her head, and looked at him. Clark nodded slightly, indicating that everything was going well, and she put her mind back on the book again.

On the campus, the news spread very fast. Not long after Clark returned to the dormitory, he learned of Principal Dumbledore's arrangement for Little Fire Dragon from the mouths of the students who came back.

That is to send the little fire dragon away.

In fact, there is no need to ask, Clark can guess the result just by looking at their frustrated expressions.

It's a pity that compared to his calmness, Harry and Ron were shocked, and they were even going to ask Hagrid how he explained it to Professor Dumbledore.

Fortunately, Clark stopped them, "Don't worry, I guessed it would happen. With Hagrid's character, it's impossible to lie to Professor Dumbledore."

"But…"

"It's nothing but, this is just the beginning, maybe someone will come to change the headmaster's attention soon?"

Both Harry and Ron were skeptical, but Clark smiled and seemed confident.

Sure enough, just as he thought, the turning point of the matter appeared in the afternoon.

Malfoy was very fast, receiving instructions from Clark in the morning, and his father Lucius Malfoy came to the school in the afternoon.

Clark stood by the window and watched him walk into the castle with his own eyes, after all, both father and son had equally striking hair colors.

Of course, Clark didn't know what the old Malfoy and Dumbledore were talking about in the headmaster's office.

But soon, he happened to meet the father and son in a corridor where no one passed by.

"A real Slytherin."

This was the first thought that popped into Clark's mind after getting up close and personal with Lucius Malfoy.

Tall, with long pale blond hair in a shawl, well maintained, it can be said to be a unique symbol of the Malfoy family.

The pure black magic robe, the texture is extremely elegant, the ironing is appropriate and natural, the gold buckle, the silver cuff pattern, and the magic talisman on the chest, it will not look too fancy or cold. Cool elegance.

With his hands in black gloves, he slammed the snake-headed cane with faint magical fluctuations on the ground. There should be his wand hidden in it. Looking at this special style, I am afraid that it is still a customized high-end product.

In this big summer, I would rather spend a little more money to buy magic robes with cooling function, and I have to cover it tightly and make a noble demeanor of a high-class person, only Slytherin will do it. This kind of face-saving thing comes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy." Clark greeted him with a smile on his face.

However, compared to the sunny Clark, this Mr. Malfoy is not so polite.

He raised his pale pointed face, pointed his chin at Clark, a pair of cold gray-blue eyes, looking down slightly, looking arrogant.

"Morning, little Prewett."

"A typical Slytherin, only on the surface." Clark's impression of Lucius Malfoy was down a notch.

However, as a mature man, he naturally won't be angry at the opponent's little provocation, and he will only record it in his own notebook.

So the smile on the corner of his mouth remained undiminished, "Aunt Narcissa okay?"

Yes, the pure blood wizard family in the magic world is like this, and there are always some relatives who can't be beaten.

Clark's mother's mother, his grandmother, was a branch of the Black family, so his mother, and Lucius' wife, Narcissa Black, could be considered distant cousins.

Of course, his mother had never mentioned this arrogant cousin to him, but that didn't prevent him from checking the genealogy, and being close to it. In a human society, the magic world isn't fighting and killing, it's not ashamed.

And the effect of doing so is outstanding, at least old Malfoy is no longer aimed at Clark with his pointy chin.

"Well, it's fine. Draco, you go first."

Old Malfoy didn't know how, and waved his hand back indifferently.

Following behind him, little Malfoy, who was stunned, had no choice but to leave here unwillingly.

"Uncle Lucius cares about Draco very much," Clark looked at Malfoy's retreating back and changed his name along the pole.

Lucius didn't correct him, "My stupid son, compared to your wrist, it's still a little worse."

The other party's voice was as smooth as a snake, with a bit of pretence, UU reading www. However, uukanshu.com had an icy chill. Clark could hear a trace of dissatisfaction from these words, so he directly showed up.

"It's okay, at least he's obedient enough."

Combined with these words, Clark's smile was covered with a provocative tone, but before the old Malfoy attacked, he asked again: "Professor Dumbledore agrees with you."

In a word, he did not use questions, but affirmative sentences, which made old Malfoy narrow his eyes dangerously.

"I take back what I said earlier, boy, my stupid son is not enough to compare with you." Lucius clenched the snake-headed cane in his hand, as if he would pull out his wand at any time, and give this dangerous boy in front of him an evil attack. curse.

Fortunately, he held back and weighed the pros and cons, which is a Slytherin's natural instinct.

"I said how could Draco make such a well-organized proposal, yes, Dumbledore agreed, and the agreement was very fast. It didn't even wait for me to say it again. The two of you discussed very well."

Lucius Malfoy's words were full of resentment, and he almost wrote "Cheat, attack my 69-year-old comrade" on his face.