"Alright!"

Clark wiped the remaining potion from his hands with a rag and smiled broadly at Neville. The smile lit up the little witches' eyes and stopped Neville from crying.

"Thank you, Clark!"

In the face of Neville's thanks, Clark simply patted him on the shoulder.

However, when he returned to his seat and discussed it with Hermione, he took his crucible and materials and took his place in Simo's place, and sat down next to Neville to form a group with him.

As for Seamu, who was originally in the same group as him, the kind-hearted Hermione, under the persuasion of Clark, gave up her crucible to help Seamus continue to complete the task of refining magic potions.

Clark's behavior completely won the favor of the Gryffindor students, and most of the Slytherin students in the classroom were also impressed by him.

【Ding! Your good deeds have been affirmed by most people, and your strong personality charm has helped you gain some prestige, experience +230]

Clark ignored the message and continued to keep his head down, intently watching the fire as Neville worked on the materials.

With his simple (and painstaking) help, Neville managed to make a pot of barely passable dark blue potion just before class ended.

Snape looked at the potion for a few moments, his nose almost clubbing into the potion, but after seeing Neville's nervous and expectant eyes, he pinched his nose and passed.

"It's like a piece of shit, but it's barely working, and you can go."

Clarke listened to the tone of his voice, and vaguely felt that his attitude towards Neville was a little different, perhaps because he saw the shadow of Neville's bullying when he was studying in the first place.

Not only that, but when he turned around, Clark heard him say "Gryffindor plus 5 points" in a very small voice.

He was the first to be able to add 10 points to Gryffindor in Snape's Potions class.

When Clark packed up his things and climbed down the steps with Hermione out of the basement classroom, the Gryffindor wizards greeted him warmly.

Some of the girls even looked at Hermione beside him with a jealous look, which made Hermione very happy, and she didn't care about the fact that she would show her rabbit teeth after laughing.

After dealing with the men, they met Neville Longbottom around the corner, who was waiting outside.

"Really, Clark, thank you so much for today! If it weren't for you, I~I~"

Neville said as he cried again, but Clark didn't comfort him this time, but instead kept a straight face, raised his eyebrows, and shouted angrily: "Don't cry!" ”

Neville and Hermione were taken aback by his sudden scolding.

"I just took care of your face in front of others, you are a man, what are you crying about! Think about your parents, are they crying! Don't cry! ”

Clark's words were unusually harsh, but they worked so well that Neville held back his tears, and his tone softened.

"I've seen your grandma before, she's a very nice person and knows about your parents, but that's not a reason for you to be cowardly, you understand?

In fact, you are not as dull as others say, when I cooperated with you just now, I found that you are very talented in herbalism, which shows that you are not useless, you are just a chance to perform, believe me, you can do it! ”

Hermione also helped, "yes, Neville, you're actually good. ”

Neville's eyes glistened with tears, but he just pursed his lips, resisted the urge to cry, nodded vigorously, and ran away with his textbook.

Clarke, who had just made a cameo appearance as a spiritual mentor, looked at Neville's back and nodded, very satisfied with his performance just now, but at this time, two more people appeared in front of him.

"Clark, thank you for the class just now, do you have time? Hagrid invited me to go for tea later, would you like to come along? ”

Harry took Ron and warmly invited Clark, Clark glanced at Hermione, originally planned to refuse, he would go to the library with Hermione later, who wants to go to a big man with two little kids.

However, when he thought of a plot later in the original book, he changed his attention and decided to go and meet Hagrid first.

After all, this Hogwarts hunting ground keeper can still pick up some wool on his body, no, it's the hair of a unicorn.

"Okay, but I'll have to bring Hermione, I made an appointment with her to go to the library to do my homework." Clark made the decision for Hermione, and Hermione didn't seem to be angry.

At about 3:5 p.m., the four of them left the castle and walked toward Hagrid's lodgings, a large meadow.

As the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, Hagrid lived in a cabin at the very edge of the school, near the Forbidden Forest.

The house sits on a gently curved hillside, and is not too different from a farmstead in the English countryside, with round trunks driven straight into the ground, walls like dense fences, and domes piled up with birch bark.

The style of the whole house looks rough and natural, and it blends in perfectly with the surrounding environment, and if it weren't for the crossbow and a pair of rubber galoshes in front of the gate, it would be believed that it is the residence of the forest spirits.

As Harry knocked on the door, they heard a nervous struggle and a few muffled barks from inside the room, followed by Hagrid's voice, "Back off, tooth, back off." ”

Hagrid opened the door open, revealing his large, bearded face.

"Wait a minute." He said, "Stand back, tooth." ”

As he spoke, Hagrid, who looked like a bear, came out of the hut, and the moment he bent down to go out, the door of the hut, which had been of normal height, suddenly seemed extremely narrow.

He was wearing a thick, shiny fur shoulder and a trench coat, and when he saw Harry, Clark and Hermione following him, he immediately had a big smile on his face.

"Great, Harry, you've brought your friends with you, great, come in together, few people will come to me."

Hagrid laughed and let them in, desperately trying to grab the collar of a large black hound.

Upon entering the house, Clark immediately noticed that the interior of the cabin was far more spacious than he had imagined.

Stretch Without a Trace! As a Gryffindor student, it seems that this half-giant is not a conformist person.

There was only one room in the whole wooden house, with thighs dried by unknown animals hanging from the ceiling of log patchwork, boiling water in a brazier with a copper kettle, and a large solid wood bed in the corner, and the bed was a quilt made of rags.

"You're welcome."

As he spoke, Hagrid let go of the black hound in his hand, and the fierce dog, which was taller than Harry's waist, immediately lunged at Ron viciously.

"Cousin, save me!"