Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 36

In Clark's opinion, Harry and Ron's performances were terrible.

At least with their guilty conscience, it is impossible to deceive Professor McGonagall, who has many years of teaching experience.

Fortunately, Hermione spoke up, so Professor McGonagall didn't intend to go into it, and let them go gently.

"Then you're lucky that you didn't get killed by it. If I were you, I'd go back to Gryffindor's tower now, and your classmates might be enjoying the Halloween dinner in the lounge right now."

Harry and Ron didn't say a word, and hurriedly turned around and left.

Only then did Professor McGonagall turn to look at Clark and Hermione.

"You two have disappointed me," Professor McGonagall's face tightened. "I'm very optimistic about you. At least you two are smarter than those little guys."

Hearing this, Hermione's heart froze for a while, and she lowered her head and said nothing. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall has always been so clear about public and private matters.

"But you are also really great. Mr. Clark's bravery has earned Gryffindor at least twenty points. I will also tell Professor Dumbledore about it. Now you can go."

At this time, Professor Flitwick, who had inspected the troll's body, happened to come over and handed the shortened magic rope to Clark.

"What an amazing transformation spell! Mr. Prewett, wild imagination, maybe you should come to Ravenclaw, if you have any doubts about the spell, you can always ask me, my office is on the seventh floor. "

"Thank you, professor, I will definitely go when I have time."

Clark respectfully took the magic rope and put it on his waist. The rope immediately turned into a royal blue snakeskin belt, wrapping around his waist.

"I think I'm the professor of Transfiguration! Mr. Prewett, my office is on the second floor." Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Flitwick with an unpleasant expression, as if he was afraid that he would take away the top students in his college. of.

At this time, Snape, who had been standing at the side, said strangely: "Maybe our Mr. Prewett is not only proficient in transfiguration, but also has a good swordsmanship. A sword with a head, clean and neat, it seems to be a good one. Sword."

Clark looked up at Snape, met his eagle-like eyes, and smiled. The sunny smile caused Snape to avoid his gaze unconsciously.

"Students are not allowed to carry sharp weapons in the school, Prewett, hand over the sword!" Snape's voice was cold, without a trace of warmth.

Professor McGonagall opened his mouth, but he really couldn't say anything. After all, this kind of weapon is too dangerous for a first-year wizard.

Fortunately, Clark was not an unreasonable person. Under the watchful eyes of several teachers, he directly handed the dagger and scabbard to Snape.

"Then I'll ask you, Professor, to help me bring the dagger home. It's a sword made by goblins, and it's worth a thousand dollars. Don't lose it, Professor." After Snape said that, Clark took the dagger into his hand. Min's hand left.

Yes, he is not an unreasonable person, but he holds revenge!

Looking at Clark's back and looking at the very precious short sword in his hand, Snape's face seemed to be swallowing a toad, very ugly.

In front of everyone's eyes, he naturally couldn't lose the sword. After all, for such an expensive thing, even if he could afford it, he would have to bleed a lot. Now this thing has become a hot potato, and it can't be mailed by owl, so he can only trouble him to make a trip in person and deliver it to Clark's house.

But it's all little things.

Snape remembered how he felt when he and Clark looked at each other just now, and he didn't even bother to say hello to Professor McGonagall who was cleaning up the troll's body. He took off his robe and strode away.

On the other side, after getting out of sight of the professors, Clark accelerated his pace and leaned his body against Hermione. Hermione grasped his arm very sensible, supported him, and turned to Gryffindor. of the tower.

When the two returned to the common room, it was still very lively.

Even though it was getting late, these little wizards had no intention of going to bed at all. They ate the food sent by the house-elves and discussed heatedly, as if they were waiting for something.

Seeing Hermione helping Clark into the lounge, everyone stood up.

"cool!"

There was applause, and it was unknown who took the lead in breaking the silence of the scene. Maybe it was George, or maybe it was Fred. Anyway, the little wizards in Gryffindor cheered and clapped like this.

"Clark, you're amazing!"

"You actually killed a giant monster!"

"Oh, you see there is troll blood on the corner of his clothes."

Various voices came and went, and the little wizards surrounded Hermione and Clark in the center, all wanting to get closer to see this freshman who could cut off the head of a troll.

It seems that Harry and Ron, who came back early, have already told their classmates what happened just now.

[Your heroic deeds are known to everyone, gain some prestige, experience +80]

It seemed that in addition to Hermione's 1,000 experience points that were immediately credited to her account, she could harvest another wave of leeks in the future.

Looking at the tender faces in front of him, Clark was very happy, his head didn't hurt, and his body didn't feel weak.

He held Hermione's little hand and tried to straighten his back, with a big smile on his face. It makes him look more confident, sunny and approachable.

The little wizards greeted him one by one, and George Weasley wrapped his arms around Clark's neck with a wink, helping Hermione share part of the pressure.

After everyone dispersed, Clark had a chance to sit down and put some food into his mouth. He hadn't eaten all night and had another fight, and his stomach was empty.

When Clark was feasting on a grilled golden rib steak~www.mtlnovel.com~ Harry and Ron put a plate of roast meat in front of Clark and Hermione.

"Thank you so much just now. Not only did you save our lives, but you also helped us out of the siege. By the way, Clark, Professor McGonagall didn't embarrass you, right?" The two said very embarrassedly.

Clark put down his ribs and wiped the oil on his mouth, only to feel that after eating and drinking enough, his whole body became much more energetic.

"No." Clark shook his head, "Professor McGonagall not only didn't embarrass us, but also praised that my Transfiguration was good."

He looked at Hermione and Ron, "But today, do you have nothing to say to Hermione?"

Ron's ears turned red from what he said, and he sat on the sofa uneasily. There was no movement for a long time, and the atmosphere between the four of them was a little awkward for a while.

However, just as Hermione was about to round up the matter and reveal the matter, Ron suddenly raised his head and said sincerely to Hermione:

"Thank you, Hermione, it was all my fault before. I was too stupid. I was jealous of you being smarter and better than me. That's why I said those bad things. Can you forgive me?"

After saying this, Ron seemed to have put down a huge rock in his heart, and his whole body was completely relaxed.

It turns out that admitting one's fault is not that difficult.

A satisfied smile appeared on Clark's face, and Hermione stood up and gave Ron a big hug.

"Actually, if you and Harry came to me, I've already forgiven you." Hermione's face was very bright with a bright smile. .

From this moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. At the same time, her future, under the influence of Clark, has gone in another unknown direction.

Chapter end