"That big guy is so pretty!"

"No, her scales are so comfortable to the touch!"

"Ginny, isn't Hagrid not going to let people get started? You still touch! ”

Faced with Colin's questioning, Ginny rolled her eyes, they were fighting, and just as they stepped on the steps of the castle gate, an unexpected figure appeared in front of several people.

"Clark, stay for a moment." Professor McGonagall stopped him.

Hermione glanced at him, and at the gesture of his eyes, followed Ginny and the others away, leaving only Clark and Professor McGonagall.

"Follow me, Clark." She said.

"Professor, is there something going on?" Clark began to probe her mouth.

Professor McGonagall didn't think much of it, for for her, Clark was just a good student she valued and was diligent and eager to learn, so there was nothing to say.

"The Headmaster wants to see you."

Dumbledore!

Clarke silently followed Professor McGonagall, thoughts rolling in his mind.

What did Dumbledore do with himself? Is it for the school magazine? But it's been released for so long, and if you want to find yourself, you've been looking for it a long time ago.

Or is it for Voldemort's diary? No, this one is even more unlikely, the diary has been in his suitcase and has never been taken out.

They walked silently around the corner, stepped over the steps, and stopped in front of a large, ugly statue of a stone monster.

"Chilled lemon juice!" Professor McGonagall said.

It was clearly a code word, as the monster statue suddenly jumped up, and the wall behind him began to crack in both directions, with a spiral staircase leading to it.

As Professor McGonagall walked in with him, Clark heard the wall close behind him, and they made their way up the stairs, higher and higher, until at last they were a little dizzy, and they reached the highest point of the castle's main tower.

Clark saw a faintly lit oak door in front of it, with a brass half-eagle, half-lion clasp inside, which was Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

They reached the end of the staircase, where Professor McGonagall knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

The door opened silently, and they walked in.

It was still the same familiar room, and Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking at him through half-moon glasses.

"Dumbledore, I've brought the man." Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore and whispered a reminder, "It's almost Christmas, the children still have to pack their bags, if it's okay, don't delay too long." ”

Seeing Professor McGonagall's overt expression, Dumbledore smiled kindly, "I see, Minerva, you go ahead and get busy." ”

Professor McGonagall turned away, and Dumbledore turned his gaze back to Clark.

The two looked at each other like this, and neither of them spoke.

It's just that compared to the last time, Clark is no longer what it used to be, he has also practiced brain defense, and under the strong pressure of Voldemort, he has made rapid progress.

Now facing Dumbledore's vague temptation, he began to construct false memories directly in his mind.

No! It's not fake, after all, it's also a memory he has seen in his previous life.

High-end ingredients often only need a simple cooking method, and Master Kong, who has been busy all day, takes ......

The smile on Dumbledore's face grew even bigger, and he waited until Clarke's fictional memories were over before he spoke, "Only love and good food can live up to it." ”

"Clark, you don't have to be so wary of me, I called you here today, I just have a little thing to tell you."

I believe you're a ghost, you're a bad old man, you're very bad.

Looking at Dumbledore's kind appearance, Clarke secretly complained in his heart, Dumbledore seemed to be aware of it, but he didn't seem to notice it, anyway, he folded his hands and continued, "I saw you sign the list of students who stayed at the school, but this year's school Christmas dinner, I'm afraid you won't be able to attend." ”

"Professor, I don't understand what you mean?" Clark asked calmly.

Dumbledore sighed, "Hey, since the last time you came, those three guys have relayed what you said, and there has been quite a stir in the school board, some for it and some for it. ”

Of course Clark knew this, he was still connected to Lucius Malfoy of the Malfoy family, and he knew all the bullshit that had happened on the school board recently.

In this world, as long as there is a 10% profit, capital will be used everywhere; With twenty percent, capital will be lively; Fifty percent of it will give rise to positive risk-taking; 100 percent, it will make people ignore all laws; Three hundred percent will make people not afraid of sin, and even the danger of hanging their heads.

What a fortune he had drawn with the three school board representatives, and it was nothing less than a sweet cake for the British wizarding community, where the market was shrinking and economic activity was becoming more and more solidified.

If no one cares, then there are ghosts.

As for why Clark was stupid enough to tell the plan 1510 in the first place? Naturally, he had his plans.

Dumbledore was still there.

"Now they've roughly come to an outcome, and this Christmas, there's going to be a board dinner, and at the meeting after the dinner, it's going to be announced that you're joining the board of directors and building a dragon farm."

He saw that Clarke's face did not show a look of joy, and he was not calm at all like a child, so he could only sigh helplessly.

"Hey, you have to be mentally prepared for this matter, originally I didn't approve of you getting involved in this now, but the school matter is not up to me alone."

Dumbledore's words were endless, but Clarke, who had received the news in advance, understood what he meant, so he said lightly, "So that's why you voted against it, Professor?" ”

Dumbledore didn't answer his question, but Clarke was annoyed by what he had blurted out, and the other party's dementorship was really unguardable.

The two fell silent, and at that moment, a strange, suffocating voice suddenly came from behind Clark.

It's not just the two of them in the room?!

Clark turned sharply, only to find that on the tall gilded perch behind the door stood an old dragon bird, like a turkey that had been half feathered.

Looking at the familiar eyes of the bird, Clarke recognized it at a glance, it was none other than Dumbledore's pet, Phoenix Fawkes.

However, compared to its energetic appearance when they first met, the phoenix now looked very sick, and its eyes were dull, and a few more feathers fell from its tail while Clark was looking at it.

"Phoenix Nirvana?" Clark saw the current state of Phoenix Fox.

Dumbledore nodded, "Indeed, it's been in this terrible form for days, and I've been telling it to hurry up, but it's just stubborn." ”

"Legend has it that when the phoenix is about to die, it will set itself on fire and then regenerate from the ashes......"

Before Clark could finish his sentence, Fox let out a long groan, and then suddenly burst into flames.

He subconsciously took a step back, dodging the brilliant golden-red flames.

At the same time, the phoenix had turned into a large flaming fireball, which screamed and then disappeared into thin air, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor that had not yet been completely extinguished.

As soon as Clark looked down, he saw a small, crumpled chick poking its head out of the pile of ashes, and chirped in dissatisfaction when he noticed that someone was looking at it

"It's a shame that you had to see him on Nirvana Day." As he spoke, Dumbledore took out a golden bowl full of thatch and sycamore leaves from the cabinet behind him and placed the little phoenix inside.

Clark watched his actions quietly, waiting for him to finish his work, before he said, "No, it's hard for ordinary people to see such a magical scene. If it is not broken, it will not stand, and sometimes, it will be necessary to completely burn the world for a long time before new shoots can grow on it. ”

Dumbledore lowered his head and gave him a deep look, "Setting fire to the mountain is not a good suggestion. After all, there is only one phoenix, and there are more sparrows and eagles in the forest, and they will not be reborn in the ashes. ”

After saying this, he turned his head again and patiently took care of the little phoenix.

Knowing it was time to leave, Clark said goodbye, turned and pushed open the door to the principal's office.

It was only then that Dumbledore's voice came from behind, "The school board can bring your friends and family with you." ”

The only answer to him was Clark's bland words, "Professor, you know, I don't have any family. ”

……

Finally, the term ended, and most of the young wizards returned home on the Hogwarts Express, and silence covered the castle like a heavy layer of snow on the ground.

Clark didn't feel dull, and he enjoyed the silence without the noisy children.

After the release of the Hogwarts School Magazine: Christmas Special, the magazine was closed for a month.

A few of the magazine's employees, including George, Fred, and Ginny, were finally able to relax, and they were in and out of the Gryffindor tower, playing magic cards with Harry and Ron.

No matter how much they shouted, they didn't have to worry about getting in the way of anyone, which made them very happy.

Percy was unimpressed by their childish behavior, and rarely spent time in the Gryffindor common room.

As for Hermione and Clark, they had finally made enough potion of living hell.

The next thing to do is to use the newly arrived Manju Sawa Flower and transform it into the water of the River Styx.

In the alchemy room in the magic suitcase, the various alchemy utensils that had been originally placed have been removed, along with the long marble table in the center.

In the middle of the empty room, a large pit was dug and filled with dirt, which Clark had specially sent out of the cemetery to cover the corpse.

Just by standing on it, one can feel a cold chill that rushes from the soles of your feet to the top of your head.

Clear water flows out of the pipe at one end of the pit, like a small stream, across the whole large pit, and then in the other side of the puddle is pumped by the pump, and then flows out again from that end, forming a cycle.

Wearing special gas masks and rubber biochemical suits, Clark and Hermione dug pits in the ground on both sides of the creek and planted strange flowers that were as bright as blood.

These peculiar flowers have no flowers and no leaves, the petals are inverted and curved, like crab claws, and the stamens are slender like whiskers, pointing to the sky, and from a distance, they seem to be a burning flame, swaying in the wind.

This is the Manzhu Sawa that Clark purchased from Tianzhu's Secret Realm.

Clark and Hermione were quick to move, and the land on both sides of the creek was soon filled with this magical red flower.

However, they poured white bone meal into the four braziers in the corner of the room, lit them with flint, and the miserable green flames rose instantly, making the already somewhat strange room even more gloomy.

The two cautiously retreated, closed the door tightly, and waited for a while, seeing that nothing had changed, before taking off the gas mask on their heads and taking off their biohazard suits.

"Is that all right?" Hermione wiped the sweat from her face as she asked Clarke, "It's the first time I've seen potions made like this, it's weird, no cauldrons, no flames. ”

Clark flipped through the "Powerful Elixir" placed on the coffee table, carefully recalled the operation steps just now, and confirmed that there were no omissions before nodding.

"The more high-end alchemy is, the more it is no longer confined to one refining method.

In addition to fire refining and water refining, they are often integrated with magical rituals, paying more attention to the right time and place, and guiding the great power of nature to transform and sublimate.

After all, where can the artificially refined water of the River Styx be as good as the water of the naturally generated River Styx? ”

Hermione took his words to heart, and Clark looked at the calendar and roughly estimated the time.

"According to the book, in this simulated environment of the River Styx, Manju Sawa will absorb the potion of living hell and death qi, and when it is finished, the flowers will wither, and the fruit containing the water of the River Styx will be produced, and we can pick it at that time, which is not long or short, exactly one month."

He drew a circle on the calendar, and then told Hermione, "You can't open the door during this time to prevent the death from leaking out, so we just need to be patient." ”

The two of them got out of the magic suitcase and returned to the lounge, where all their minds were on the game and they didn't notice their departure.

Only Ginny glanced at the two of them curiously, but quickly turned her head away under her cousin's glare.

The dawn of Christmas came, and the weather was still so cold, and it was white everywhere.

Harry, Ron, and Clark were the only ones left in the dorm, and they were woken up early in the morning by Hermione.

She was fully dressed, with a pink fluffy hat on her head and a Christmas present for them in her arms.

"Wake up." She said loudly as she pulled back the curtains to let the sunlight in.

Because of the reflection of the snow, the sun is exceptionally bright today.

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