Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 23

In the warm sunshine, Malfoy and Harry were one after the other, you chased me, whizzed over the meadow, and circled around.

Originally, the two of them had similar brooms, so if they had the same speed, they shouldn't be able to catch up.

But I have to admit that talent is sometimes more important than hard work. Harry flies more and more smoothly, his whole body is lying on the broom, which reduces the wind resistance. In addition, he is bold enough to dare to accelerate, and he gradually chases after him. On to Malfoy.

When Harry was about to grab the tail of his broom for the last time, Malfoy screamed nervously, an abandoned car came and threw Neville's memory ball into the air.

"Here, see if you can catch it!"

The crystal clear glass ball crossed a smooth curve in the air, reached the highest point, and then began to fall.

Harry looked at the glass ball without thinking, just leaned forward and pointed his broom down... In the blink of an eye, he accelerated into a dive, chasing after the glass ball... The wind whistled in his ears, mixed To the screams of his classmates below... He reached out and grabbed the glass ball a foot above the ground.

"Oh!"

The Gryffindor students cheered, and Ron took the lead in running towards Harry. As for Malfoy, who threw the memory ball, the smile on his face instantly froze.

But the next moment, his frozen expression turned into pain, because Clark shot.

Harry's pursuit was not aimless, he kept changing directions, just to force Malfoy to be very close to Clark unknowingly, and after estimating the distance, Clark directly took out a small pocket and The powder inside shook out, and with a finger of the wand, the gushing magic power turned into a whirlwind, wrapped in the powder, and rushed towards Malfoy.

This is the easiest way to use magic power. You don't even need to recite a spell. Those powders are imperceptibly driven by magic power, and silently fall on Malfoy's body, and they will soon have an effect.

Malfoy first buckled his head, scratched his face, and then scratched his back, but this did not relieve the itching on his body. He could only lower his height staggeringly while scratching and fell to the ground. superior.

But even if he fell to the ground, with the help of his two attendants, the itching on his body would not be relieved. This kind of flea powder, which is designed to make the skin itchy, is a new tricky prop invented by the Weasley twins. After Clark saw it, he rudely took some over.

Seeing Malfoy scratching his head there, and after confirming that he was hit, Clark turned his head and looked at Harry. I saw that he had straightened the broom in time, and then fell gently on the grass, still holding the memory ball firmly in his hand.

"Harry Potter!"

Before everyone could cheer, an angry shout suddenly exploded, and Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, was rushing towards them. Harry got off the broom quickly, but it was too late.

"I've been at Hogwarts for so many years...never..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry in surprise, unable to speak, only the back of the spectacles flashed with anger, "...How dare you...you'll break your neck..."

Harry stood on the ground, shaking all over.

"It's not his fault, Professor..."

"Shut up, Miss Patil..."

"Professor McGonagall!" Clark took a step forward, "It was Malfoy who violated Mrs. Hodge's order, went to heaven, and stole Neville's memory ball! Harry followed up to stop Malfoy. , but Malfoy, unrepentant, threw the memory ball far away."

The advantages of being a good student were revealed at this moment, and Clark's words successfully dispelled Professor McGonagall's anger. She glanced at Malfoy and saw that he was scratching his ears and cheeks, grinning, twisting and twisting, and he didn't look at all, and she felt more and more unhappy, and believed Clark's words even more.

"I see, Mr. Prewett, 20 points for Malfoy for disrupting class discipline. Well, Potter, come with me."

After speaking, ignoring Malfoy whose complexion changed drastically, Professor McGonagall turned around and strode towards the castle, while Harry followed her mechanically.

When things developed like this, the flying class was a waste, and when Mrs. Hodge came back, they didn't have a chance to fly again. They just stood on the ground and practiced their broomstick posture.

When it was time for dinner, Harry came back with a happy face. Although he was dirty, he was in high spirits.

He tells Ron and Clark what happened after he and Professor McGonagall left the field.

"Are you kidding me?"

Ron was about to put a steak and kidney pie in his mouth when he forgot halfway through it.

"Seeker?" he said, "but first-year students never...you must be the youngest academy player for many years~www.mtlnovel.com~ a century," Harry said, using Picking up the pie in his hand and stuffing it into his mouth, he felt extremely hungry after a thrilling encounter in the afternoon.

"Wood told me." Harry glanced at Clark after saying that, and he found that Clark was not surprised by this.

On the contrary, Ron reacted greatly. He was too surprised and shocked, and just sat there and stared at Harry blankly.

At this time, Hermione, who was sitting next to Clark, started to criticize him. "Look, Harry, it's not every time you're so lucky!"

These words were very rude, and the smile on Harry's face froze. Fortunately, Clark took the initiative to ease the atmosphere when he saw that the situation was not good.

"I think Harry is still a bit talented. I saw it in the prize showroom. Harry's father once helped Gryffindor win a Quidditch trophy." This made Harry very happy.

"I'll start training next week," said Harry. "Don't tell anyone that Wood wants to keep it a secret."

At this moment, Fred and George Weasley entered the dining room. As soon as they saw Harry, they walked over quickly.

"Nice," George whispered. "Wood told us. We're also on the college team, and we're hitters."

"Tell you guys we're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year," said Fred. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year, our team is going to be great. You must be great. , Harry, Wood was incoherent when he told us about it."

At this moment, George saw Clark sitting beside him, and suddenly asked, "By the way, Clark, are the goods we gave you easy to use?"

Clark, on the other hand, gave him a thumbs up and smiled brightly.

"It works great!"

Chapter end