"Hermione—this is the boys' dorm, you shouldn't be here."

Awakened, Ron said as he covered his eyes with his hands to block out the dazzling light.

"Merry Christmas!" Hermione said, tossing Ron's gift to him, "I've been up for almost an hour, by the way, what about Clark?" ”

Harry sat up and looked over to Clarke's bed, where only the folded quilt was squarely placed at the head of the bed.

"He's definitely going to bring us breakfast."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cheerful voice came from outside the dormitory door.

"Hey, guys, get up, I've got something to eat for you."

Then the door was kicked open.

In the spacious boys' dormitory, the atmosphere was extremely awkward at this moment.

In fact, Clark didn't know why he was embarrassed, maybe he only brought breakfast for Harry and Ron?

Or was he too out-of-the-box just now and didn't fit the aristocratic character he had always maintained?

Anyway, Hermione just clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked straight at him, until she saw that he was embarrassed, so she let out a "poof" and smiled.

Harry and Ron were taking advantage of their coats to avoid her gaze, and they were relieved to hear her laughter.

Phew, since becoming the deputy editor of Colonel's Magazine, Hermione is getting more and more terrifying now.

"Merry Christmas!" Hermione said to Clarke, tossing the gift she had prepared for him, and then added, "It's the first time I've seen you like this, it's like a child." ”

Perhaps it was the long time of campus dormitory life that made Clark regain the feeling he had when he was in college in his previous life, resulting in a much younger mentality.

The relationship with Harry and several other roommates is also getting more and more shadows of their previous lives.

Harry's pet Hedwig flew in through the window, carrying a small package from his uncle, the Dursleys.

They gave Harry a pair of toothpicks and a note asking if he could spend the summer at Hogwarts.

Other than that, the Christmas presents that everyone else gave Harry were pretty good.

Hagrid gave him a large packet of creamy fudge, and Ron gave him a book called "Flying with the Artillery".

It contains some anecdotes about Ron's favorite Quidditch team, and Hermione presents him with a valuable quill in the hope that he will focus on his studies.

And Clarke, who gave him a magical cloak to keep him warm, and Harry happily draped it over.

After opening the gifts, they went down to the lounge and played a card game with George and other young wizards who stayed here.

In the evening, a crowd of people rushed towards the Great Hall, after all, who would refuse a Christmas dinner at Hogwarts.

The auditorium is a beautiful sight, with a dozen or so tall Christmas trees hanging from the frost and colorful friezes hanging from the ceiling.

Even the snowflakes that fall gently from the roof are enchanted, warm and dry, adding to the festive atmosphere.

Dumbledore led the group in singing some of his favorite Christmas carols, and as a few glasses of eggnog went down his throat, Hagrid became more and more excited, and his voice unconsciously became louder.

Percy didn't notice that Fred had cast a spell on his favorite prefect badge, turning the word "" on it, and was constantly asking them what they were laughing at.

Draco Malfoy, who was sitting at the Slytherin table, was still laughing at Harry's new sweater in a loud voice, saying that there was something wrong with them, so he chose to stay in school this holiday.

At this time, Ron reacted, and after eating the lamb chops on the plate, he finally realized that there was one person missing from their table.

"Where's Clark?" He asked Hermione, who was eating a baked potato.

Hermione sprinkled the potatoes with salt and black pepper and said lightly, "I don't know." ”

As for where the hell is Clark?

He had now gone somewhere else through the fireplace in the principal's office.

There is a large hall with a beautiful marble floor and a long solid wood dining table filled with a variety of delicious food and drinks.

A number of well-dressed and unusual-looking adult wizards gathered in groups in the hall, whispering with wine glasses.

An ornate crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, casting bright light, and the dark purple walls are lined with moving portraits.

Just from the decorations that don't seem very cheap, you can tell that the owner of this place must be a very wealthy pure-blood wizard.

And that's exactly what happened.

"Ah, Clark, welcome, welcome to the Malfoy house!"

Lucius Malfoy, standing in front of the marble fireplace, greeted Clark warmly.

Yes, this is the Malfoy family's estate, and this year's Hogwarts Stewards Dinner is being held at their house.

Clark smiled and greeted Uncle Lucius, as well as his own Aunt Narcissa, but the aunt, who didn't have much contact with their family, just nodded coldly at him.

He didn't care, and followed Lucius's side, and under his introduction, he communicated with some of the members of the school board who were present today.

"This is James Parkinson, the representative of the Parkinson's family, James, this is Clark, Clark Pritter, I mentioned it to you."

James Parkinson has explosive blonde hair that looks like a lion, which is perhaps their family's signature hairstyle.

However, unlike his rugged appearance, as soon as he spoke, his voice was extraordinarily magnetic, which formed a sharp contrast with his appearance.

"Hello, I heard Lucius mention you, the deputy editor of the Hogwarts school magazine, and our family has all subscribed to your magazine."

"Thank you."

When Clark heard his words, he immediately knew that he was probably paying attention to him, otherwise no one would have written it down if he was just an associate editor of a school magazine.

"Mr. Yaxley, we meet again." He greeted another gentleman who was chatting with James Parkinson.

This is the same Elijah who had met him in Headmaster Dumbledore's office before?? Yaxley.

Only this time, his attitude towards Clark was much better, at least he smiled.

Of course, not everyone is so happy to see Clark's, at least Darren of the Burke family?? Bock had a big opinion of him.

However, this is also normal, and the family makes a living from the cross-border smuggling trade.

Among them, the smuggling trade of fire dragon materials accounts for seventy percent of their family business.

Now Clark proposes to build a Hogwarts dragon farm with the intention of developing the dragon breeding industry in Britain, which is a major blow to the family's business.

Naturally, he didn't have a good face.

However, it was the school director's dinner, and it was in the Malfoy family's manor, and he couldn't do anything out of the ordinary, but even so, he still showed a penetrating expression to Clark.

After all the staff arrived, the school board dinner officially began.

Clark sat on Lucius Malfoy's left-hand side, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, after all, sitting next to the master's house, which in itself showed that his status was not ordinary.

What's more, among the adult wizards here, the youngest is also in his thirties, and his small child is even more eye-catching.

However, in the face of questioning or curious eyes, Clark showed extraordinary composure.

He focused all his attention on the plate in front of him, as if the grilled cod on that plate was a supreme delicacy.

The restaurant was exceptionally quiet, and everyone followed the etiquette without making a sound.

In this way, when they had had their fill of food and drink, the members of the school board stood up and followed Lucius Malfoy into the next conference room.

Naturally, Clark went in with the group and sat down at the round table in the conference room.

However, contrary to what he thought, after the group sat down, they did not discuss matters related to Hogwarts, but talked about their respective businesses first.

Some talked about the various laws and policies that the Ministry of Magic was about to issue, and some talked about business opportunities in a certain industry.

Clark even witnessed the Burke family negotiate a deal with the Slughorns for banned herbs.

It was at this moment that he learned that the Hogwarts Board of Trustees had completely transformed into a huge interest group.

Among them were officials of the Ministry of Magic, as well as big businessmen; There are smuggling gangsters, and there are old aristocrats.

Driven by their interests, you help me, I help you, and together they weave a huge network of relationships, affecting all aspects of the British wizarding world in unknown hidden corners.

With such a complicated situation, it is no wonder that even Dumbledore can't do it at Hogwarts.

When they were almost done talking, Lucius cleared his throat and stood up.

"Alright guys, I'm glad to have you here today, and as a member of the Board of Hogwarts, we're also welcoming new friends."

Clark stood up and nodded to everyone present, but there was only sparse applause.

Lucius didn't seem surprised by this situation, and continued: "Clarke's identity, I think everyone knows it. He's here today for two things. ”

He looked at Clark.

"First of all, there is the addition of seats on the Hogwarts School Board, and after a long discussion, we have unanimously agreed that the Puwit family will return to the Hogwarts School Board and receive a seat."

This time, the applause was slightly louder.

"Secondly, regarding the new Hogwarts dragon farm, the school board will set up a joint venture Hogwarts investment company to jointly operate the Hogwarts dragon farm and some surrounding facilities."

The applause rang out again, but this time there was a different voice.

"No, the Puwit family is also the trustee of Hogwarts, why don't we know about this Hogwarts Development Company? Besides, the plan we talked about in Headmaster Dumbledore's office last time wasn't like that. ”

Clark stood up with his support on the table, his face looking extremely bad.

"Don't you know now?" Darren?? Bock said as he looked at him playfully.

"As long as you pay for it, this company will naturally have a part of your Puwitt family's shares. But if you want to eat it all, I'm afraid you can't. ”

At this time, another school trustee from the Ollivanders family also said slowly: "Yes, this dragon farm and the surrounding land belong to Hogwarts, and naturally it belongs to our school board of directors. ”

"We're not short of money!" Elijah?? Yaxley summed it up.

The old guys clearly meant, and they all agreed with the plans that Clark had said in the principal's office.

Whether it is the construction of a dragon farm, or the supporting fire dragon industrial park, or the new wizard community, they are not opposed, and even strongly support.

It's just that they also want to get involved in these things.

No, it's not a matter of meddling, look at what they're doing now, and share this delicious big cake together.

And as a child, even if Clark has his back on the Puwit family and proposes the whole plan, it can't dispel their greed for profit.

"It's a bit unkind to do this, but I proposed the plan!" Clark looked a little angry.

Darren?? Bock scoffed, and the more angry Clark was, the happier he became.

"Childish! We didn't promise you anything. ”

"Eh, you can't say that."

A bald wizard sitting across from Clark suddenly spoke, "The little one's brain is still brighter than ours old ones, and we have to acknowledge your contribution." But you can't do these plans alone. ”

"Not to mention that in your entire planning, you need to use the credibility of Hogwarts as an endorsement, just the Fire Dragon Industrial Park also needs a large number of enterprises to settle in. If the Slughorns don't have a stake in the industrial park, then why would we go to such great lengths to move the Potions Workshop there? ”

It seems that this bald male witch is the representative of the school board of the Slughorn family, and what he just said should also represent the opinions of the industrial families in the school board.

At the very least, Clark saw the representatives of the Abbot and Ollivanders nods.

But Clark is not a child, no one will be too little for the benefit of this thing, now is not to fight, in the future there is no need to fight.

"That's not how it is, this plan is so big, are you sure you can eat it?" Clark said menacingly.

"Our Puwitt family is not easy to bully, without the propaganda of the Daily Prophet, even if you do this project, it will be useless!"

"What's more, it's still a question of whether you can do it." Clark looked at the school director sitting and sneered, "Anyone will make a project plan, but it has to be people who really implement it, not that I look down on you, just everyone here...... No, it doesn't work! ”