Looking at the puzzled Malfoy, Clark slowly said "the truth".

"The dragon that Hagrid raised is the private property of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"What!"

The distant sun was already setting, and the dim glow shone through the dilapidated windows of the classroom and onto Clark's face, making his dark golden pupils as breathtaking as the scorching sun.

As an experienced traverser, Clark's [bluffing] skill has reached 31 points, which can be regarded as just stepping into the threshold of being a skilled hand, plus his intelligence attribute and charm attribute have reached 14 points, facing Malfoy with ordinary qualifications, it can already be regarded as a crush.

Coupled with the fact that he was distracted by Clark's previous series of actions and words, his mind was confused at this time, and he could no longer seriously distinguish the truth of the other party's words.

"Private property at Hogwarts! Are you going to raise dragons in school? Where do we keep it for our lessons? Malfoy's voice rose a few degrees, becoming a little shriveled.

Clark pushed his glasses upwards unhurriedly, "It's just that I have this kind of idea, and I'm just about to implement it, how can it be so fast." ”

Clever lies are often nine true and one false, and Clark has already oppressed Malfoy very much just now, and he will be ready to loosen up.

"I guess you also know that raising dragons is not so easy." Clark spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders, not to mention how sincere he was.

"Of course."

Malfoy nodded, he had thought of this before, and naturally knew how difficult it was to raise a dragon in England.

If Clark says that Hogwarts is completely sure that it can raise dragons, then he has to be suspicious. Even this school has the most powerful white wizard in the wizarding world, it is difficult to fight against the general trend between countries, he is a "good" person, he can't do whatever he wants!

"But it's not all hopeless."

A slender finger stretched out from Clark's right hand.

"First, Hogwarts applied for dragon breeding mainly for teaching, not for profit, and this essential difference can greatly eliminate the hostility of some dragon breeding families in Eastern Europe and reduce the pressure."

Clark held out a second finger.

"Second, the fact that Hogwarts raises dragons will be a good introduction. You don't think that those pure-blood wizard families in Britain really don't care about the profits of the dragon industry, right? ”

"Although in order to open up the British market, those dragon breeding families in Eastern Europe have ceded some of their interests to some pure-blood families in the UK, but how can it be enjoyable to eat alone from eating the leftovers of eating people?"

"It's just that they haven't found a chance, and those old guys, all of them are very cunning, and they don't want to rush to the front and bear the pressure of those dragon breeding families. Now that there is such a good opportunity, how can they let it go? They will definitely support the Hogwarts dragon raising.

Anyone else's aside, if there was a real chance, your father, Lucius Malfoy, would definitely want a piece of the pie. ”

Clark held out his third finger.

"Thirdly, and most importantly, the headmaster of this school is Albus Dumbledore, a first-class Merlin Order winner, president of the International Confederation of Wizards, chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and recognized as the greatest wizard of our time!"

"With these three points, Hogwarts' application for dragon breeding can be put on the agenda."

Malfoy nodded at his reasoning.

Indeed, Clark's three reasons can be said to be comprehensive, not only solving the counterattack of the Eastern European dragon breeding family, the British interest group's hindrance, but also a leading figure standing in front of the stage, in this case, the probability of getting a dragon breeding license is indeed very high.

"Then what are you doing with me?" Malfoy is not stupid, as the heir of a pure-blood family, he is just inexperienced, just because he is a fool.

"We are sure, but that doesn't mean we're sure. The Malfoy family still has a lot of influence among pure-blood wizards, and if you can support this kind of thing, there will be even fewer cases of accidents. ”

A reserved smile appeared on Malfoy's face in the face of Clark's compliment, but he was not mentally retarded enough to be under the Imperius Curse. For something, this Slytherin already knows how to fight for it.

"Of course I don't say that kind of thing, but with my father, I think I can still talk. So, help you, what benefit can 'I' get? ”

Malfoy accentuated the pronunciation of the word "I", but Clark's next move once again disrupted his plans.

Negotiating, of course, you have to let the other party come at your own pace, and at this point, he is still a little more tender than Clark.

"It's getting late," Clark said, standing up and tucking his wand into his sleeve, "I still have to go to dinner, and we'll talk next time I have time." ”

After saying that, without waiting for Malfoy to stay, Clark stepped over the two Goyles who were lying on the ground and left straight away.

That night, Ron was still lying in the school hospital, and Harry was tossing and turning in bed, worrying about the next life as a keeper, but Clark slept soundly.

He was still very satisfied with this afternoon's performance, with the "goddess" of the dragon and the release of availability, he only had to wait for Malfoy, the "licking dog", to come up by himself.

Things turned out just as he expected, and Malfoy didn't dare to keep the "goddess" waiting.

The next morning, Clark was sitting at the Gryffindor table eating honey muffins, and Hermione was next to him, discussing with him some questions about the preparation of the dragon power potion last night.

At this time, Malfoy walked behind them alone, and listened to the words "dragon blood" and "dragon eggshell" that popped out of their mouths from time to time, and his heart beat half a beat slower.

"I wrote to my dad about this last night," Malfoy deliberately lowered his voice to create a sense of heaviness, "I think we'll have to talk before he reacts!" Just after eating, how's that? ”

Clark smiled, picked up the cup and took a sip, the milk in this magical world is much more mellow than a certain cow, but unfortunately it can't make up for the demon.

"That's not going to work, we have a morning class with Hufflepuff and herbs, I can't skip class, let's do it in the afternoon."

His reason was impeccable, and Malfoy could only nod aggrievedly, "Okay, I'll wait for you in that empty classroom yesterday." ”

"No need, I'll go to you when the time comes."

After saying that, without waiting for Malfoy to answer, Clark took Hermione to class.

"Huh...... Bah...... What to pretend, see how you find me in the afternoon. ”

Malfoy looked at the departing backs of the two men, took a disdainful sip, and turned back to the Slytherin table.

"Draco, I just saw you go to Gryffindor, what are you doing? Is that Prewett provoking you again? ”

Pansy Parkinson asked with concern, as a good friend of Malfoy, she also knew about the conflict in the Quidditch stands last time, so she was afraid that Clark was coming to trouble Malfoy this time.

However, Malfoy didn't want to tell her about the dragon, and just dealt with it with a few words.