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

At least with their weak hearts, it is impossible to fool Professor McGonagall, who has many years of teaching experience.

Fortunately, Hermione opened her mouth, and Professor McGonagall didn't intend to dig deeper, and gently let them go.

"You're lucky not to be killed by it. If I were you, I'd be back in the Gryffindor Tower right now, and your classmates might be enjoying a Halloween dinner in the break room. ”

Harry and Ron didn't say a word, and turned away in a hurry.

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

"I am disappointed with you two," Professor McGonagall's face tightened, "I think I think of you, at least you two have more brains than those little ones. ”

Hearing this, Hermione's heart was half cold, and she lowered her head and said nothing, fortunately, Professor McGonagall has always been so clear about public and private.

"But you're really good, Mr. Clarke's bravery earned Gryffindor at least twenty points, and I'll tell Professor Dumbledore about that, now you can go."

At this time, Professor Flitwick, who had finished examining the corpse of the troll, happened to come over and handed the shortened magic rope to Clark.

"What an amazing Transfiguration Spell! Mr. Prewitt, with unbridled imagination, perhaps you should come to Ravenclaw, and if you have any doubts about spells, feel free to ask me, my office is on the seventh floor. ”

"Thank you, Professor, I'll definitely go when I have time."

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

"I think I'm the professor in the Transfiguration class! Mr. Prewitt, my office is on the second floor. Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Flitwick with an unkind face, as if she was afraid that he would snatch away the top students of her house.

At this time, Snape, who had been standing aside, said in a strange manner: "Maybe our Mr. Prewit is not only proficient in transfiguration, but also has a good swordsmanship." A sword with a sword, clean and neat, it seems to be a good sword. ”

Clarke glanced up at Snape, meeting his eagle-sharp eyes, and smiled, the sunny smile that made Snape unconsciously avoid his gaze.

"No students are allowed to carry sharp weapons in the school, Puwit, hand over the sword!" Snape's voice was cold, without a hint of warmth.

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, but she really couldn't say anything, after all, this kind of sharp weapon was indeed too dangerous for a first-year wizard.

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

"Then please ask the professor to help me send the short sword home, this is a fairy forged sword, worth a thousand gold, professor, don't lose it." With that, before Snape could say no, Clark took Hermione's hand and left.

Yes, he's not an unreasonable person, but he holds grudges!

Looking at Clark's distant back, and then looking at the very precious short sword in his hand, Snape's face was as if he had swallowed a toad alive, very ugly.

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

But it's all a small thing.

Snape remembered how he and Clark had just looked at each other, and didn't bother to say hello to Professor McGonagall, who was cleaning up the corpses of the trolls, and strode away with his robes.

On the other side, after getting out of the sight of the professors, Clark quickened his pace and leaned on Hermione's body, Hermione took his arm very sensibly, helped him, and walked towards the tower of Gryffindor.

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

Even when it was not early, the little wizards had no intention of going to bed, eating the food brought by the house-elves, and discussing enthusiastically, as if they were waiting for something.

Seeing Hermione help Clark into the break room, everyone stood up.

"Cool!"

There was applause, and I don't know who took the lead to break the silence of the scene, maybe it was George, maybe it was Fred, anyway, the little wizards of Gryffindor applauded with cheers.

"Clark, you're amazing!"

"You've killed a troll!"

"Oh, look there's troll blood in the corners of his clothes."

Voices came and went, and the young wizards gathered Hermione and Clark in the center, all wanting to get closer to see the first-year student who could decapitate the head of a troll.

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

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

It seems that in addition to Hermione's 1000 experience that arrived immediately, another wave of leeks can be harvested next.

Clark looked at the immature faces in front of him, his heart was very happy, his head didn't hurt anymore, and his body was not tired.

He took Hermione's small hand and tried to straighten his waist with a big smile on his face. This makes him look more confident, sunny and relatable.

The little wizards greeted him one by one, and George Weasley even grabbed Clarke's neck with great eyesight, helping Hermione share some of the pressure.

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

While Clark was feasting on a roasted browned beef rib, Harry and Ron were holding a plate of roast meat in front of Clark and Hermione.

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

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

"Nope." Clark shook his head, "Professor McGonagall didn't bother us, she praised me for my Transfiguration. ”

He looked at Hermione and Ron, "But don't you have anything to say to Hermione about today?" ”

Ron's ears were red by what he said, and he sat on the sofa uneasily, and 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 make a round and reveal the matter, Ron suddenly raised his head and said to Hermione sincerely:

"Thank you, Hermione, it was all me who was bad before, I was so stupid, jealous that you were smarter than me, better than me, and that's why you said those bad things, can you forgive me?"

After saying this, Ron was like letting go of a boulder in his heart, and the whole person was completely relaxed.

It turns out that admitting your mistakes is not that difficult.

A satisfied smile appeared on Clark's face, and Hermione had her head held high with her head held up arrogantly, as if she was still angry, making Ron stand there awkwardly.

"Hahaha," the next moment, she finally couldn't hold it back, poofed, and laughed happily.

"Actually, if you and Harry could come to me, I would have forgiven you."

The smile on Hermione's face was very bright, and the whole person was gentle and cheerful, no longer the arrogant and rude appearance of before.

Although from this moment on, Hermione Granger still became their friend. But at the same time, her future, under the influence of Clark, went in another unknown direction.