The colorful crystals are divided into countless faces by blood-red lines, and each face seems to have Clark's face.

This is the semi-finished product of the spirit crystal that Clark had refined in France.

Yes, of course he didn't have any divine hedron obtained from Egypt, but that didn't prevent him from forging one.

It may be difficult for others, but for Clarke, who has a fragment of the Godhead of Knowledge, it is a no-brainer.

He only upgraded one level ahead of schedule, thanks to the Hogwarts School Magazine, and even after redeeming several specialties and abilities, he still has the experience of upgrading to one level.

Increasing your level from level 5 to level 6 costs 1000 XP in exchange for 1 stat point, 1 additional feat, 23 skill points, and two new level 3 psychic abilities.

Not only that, but as he grew older, he also gained an additional 1 attribute point at the age of 12.

Clark wanted to add both stat points to his intelligence in order to push his intelligence stat to the legendary stage of 20 as soon as possible.

However, the system reminded him that reality is not a game, and although everyone's attributes will be focused, it is not a good thing that a certain attribute is too prominent.

As the so-called only cultivating nature, not cultivating life, this is the first disease of cultivation, the body and soul are each other's appearance, no matter which one is too strong, it will cause oppression to the other party, so the difference between the two mutually influencing attribute values is best not to exceed 5.

For this reason, Clark had to add the two attribute points he had just obtained to his physique, so that his physique attribute directly reached 12 points.

Reflected in reality, it was a warm current injected into Clark's body, which not only increased the upper limit of his physique, but also made his endurance, resistance to blows, and recovery have improved a lot.

In terms of specialization, considering that he might deal with the basilisk next, Clark directly selected an [Animal Affinity] specialty from the list.

[Animal Affinity]: When facing an animal, your Charisma will gain +2 bonus judgment. - I love small animals, almost all of a sudden.

As for the skill points awarded by the system, he added them to [Bluffing] and [Negotiation], as well as the two newly acquired level 3 psychic abilities, and Clark chose [Psychic Link] and [Enchanting Monster].

[Psychic Link]: Level 3 ability, consuming 5 points of psionic energy, you can communicate with a certain intelligent life at the soul level through the external psychic energy, and you can understand the meaning of the other party without words. The link is two-way, requires the consent of the other party, and has a distance limit of 5 meters and a duration of 16 (intellectual) minutes.

[Enchanting Monster]: Level 3 ability, consuming 5 points of psionic energy, you can charm monsters through the external psychic energy, so as to gain their favor and make them regard you as a friend. This skill is affected by your Charisma and lasts for 16 (Intelligence) minutes.

In this way, his attributes become:

Name: Clark Prewitt

Age: 12 years old/17 years old

Race: Human/???

Attributes: Strength 8, Agility 9, Constitution 12, Intelligence 16, Perception 12, Charisma 15

Faction: Absolutely neutral

Class: Level 6 Psychic Warlock, Teleporter (0/2000)

XP: 1061 (unassigned)

Status: Godhead oppression

Vocational skills: Education 47, Concentration 40, Bluffing 58, Mystic Knowledge 27, Spell Recognition 33, Rope Art 50, Document Interpretation 23, Negotiation 57, Information Collection 34, Observing Words and Emotions 32, Occlumency 32

Legendary Skill: Knowledge is Power (Comes with Godhead)

Personal Specialties: Psychic Strength (Career Specialty), Psionic Talent (Career Specialty), Dexterous Left Hand, Unforgettable, Nobility, Mobile Spellcasting, Pet Enhancement, Robustness (1/3), Iron Will, Magical Genius, Heart Like Water, Animal Affinity

Level 0: Psychic infection

Level 1 Abilities: Seduce humans, conceal thoughts, feel emotions, suppress morale, intrude, manipulate small objects, secondary shockwaves

Level 2 Abilities: Aversion Spell, Psychic Acupuncture, Shock, Mind Detection, Secondary Matter Reconstruction

Level 3 Abilities: Forge Feelings, Mind Split, Rejuvenation, Psychic Link, Enchanting Monsters

Psionics: 41

Crystal Servant: Semi-finished

After the upgrade, Clark used [Psychic Link] as a bridge and used the [Mind Split] ability to temporarily split a false personality, and then transferred to the Spirit Crystal Servant, and then pressed the crystal stone to the worn-out diary.

The leather cover of the diary came to life in an instant, as if it were human skin, and began to relax the pores and breathe slowly.

Clark clearly felt that an invisible spiritual force had drilled out of the diary and wrapped around the crystal stone.

He let go of the barrier of his brain defenses and touched the fragment of Godhead slightly.

A grandiose and vast breath that seemed to contain all the knowledge and truth in the world was transmitted to the Spirit Crystal Servant through the fragile connection of the [Psychic Link].

Tom Riddle's spiritual tentacles had just come into contact with the hedron, and suddenly it was like an electric shock, and it bounced away in an instant, as if it couldn't bear the weight of this breath.

By the time Clark re-entered the journal space, he could clearly perceive the joy of the other party.

"That god is real, you can pray to Him."

Before he could speak, Tom took the lead.

Clarke's heart was also relieved, which proved that the other party did not find anything wrong, and both of them had their own concerns, so they had no intention of continuing to chat.

A few days later, after pretending to pray a few times, Clark found Tom Riddle again.

"I feel like I've been able to communicate with the God of Knowledge so easily, could there be any problems with such a quick deal?"

Tom didn't care at all about Clark's worries, he wished that the other party would start the ritual now, so that he could be resurrected with the help of the Divine Crystal as soon as possible.

However, he also knows that if you want to hurry, you can't reach it, and now that you are trapped in the Horcruxes, you have to rely on the other party for the time being.

So he comforted Clarke: "Don't worry, I've sensed it before, this god of knowledge is not an evil god, you can rest assured." ”

Saying that, he persuaded again: "Your progress is very fast, I think we can start the next step." ”

Clark hesitated for a moment, then nodded faintly.

……

In mid-January, Harry and the others were caught up in the hectic training of Hogwarts.

No way, since the last game against Slytherin, Gryffindor's captain Wood has felt a lot of pressure.

The weather in the Scottish Highlands was still so bad that whenever Harry returned from training and returned to Hogwarts Castle, he was soaked and covered in mud.

But even if it wasn't windy or rainy, Harry's mood wasn't much better.

Ever since he was almost crushed to death by a Bludger in a game last time, he'd been worried that this would happen again.

However, Wood told him that after the incident, the school inspected all the competition equipment, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

He thought it was just a hallucination that Harry was too nervous during the game, and that it was just an accident, but Harry didn't think so, especially since he had also had two bad luck before.

Harry was walking alone in the empty hallway, the cold wind was blowing through the hall, he felt cold and hungry, and now he just wanted to hurry to the Great Hall for dinner.

Suddenly, he saw a man who was just as preoccupied as he was.

Gryffindor's freshman, Colin Creevey, a staff photographer for the Hogwarts Magazine, was looking out the window melancholy, muttering in a low voice, "...... She likes me...... She doesn't like me...... She loves me ......"

When Harry saw him, he almost turned away.

Since the last time, he has been haunted by this little fan brother, and even sometimes when he meets him on the road, he will think that the other party is deliberately blocking himself.

Unfortunately, the sound of procrastinating footsteps still alarmed Colin, he looked up and saw Harry, his eyes widened instantly, "Harry! ”

"Hello, Colin." Harry could only say hello helplessly.

"Hello! Hello! ”

Colin greeted him excitedly, and with the dark sky behind him and the pouring rain, the terrifying atmosphere made Harry couldn't help but take a step back.

However, Colin didn't notice this, and just pressed hard, "Harry, why are you here?" Did you just get a Quidditch training? How did it work? Are you confident in the next competition? ”

The incessant questioning was like a bullet, and Harry was beaten to the brink of confusion.

"It's okay, it's okay, we're confident."

After saying that, seeing Colin open his mouth, Harry decided to strike first, "You look like you're in trouble, Colin?" ”

Colin's face instantly collapsed, he hesitated for a moment, and just when Harry thought he wouldn't speak, and was about to say it immediately, Colin grabbed him again.

"There's one thing I'm really puzzled about, can you help me refer to it?"

"Can't!" Harry was about to blurt out, but when the words came to his lips, they changed to "No problem, you can say it".

Harry wanted to give himself a big slap in the face, but the words were already out and he couldn't take them back.

Colin slurred, "That's right, I have a friend...... Recently, there is always a girl who studies and does things with him...... He thinks the girl likes him......"

Harry's stomach began to growl, and he tried to urge Colin to hurry up, maybe just in time for dinner dessert, but Colin became more nervous the more he spoke.

Just as Colin took a deep breath, ready to tell Harry's encouragement who was secretly crushing him, a loud shout came from the side.

"Dirty!"

Argus Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts, with a thick checkered scarf tied around his head, suddenly emerged from the corner of the hallway.

He rushed to Harry's side, gasping for air, pointing to the mud and rain dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes, his eyes widening, the flesh on his chin trembling as if he were about to eat someone.

"Dirty stuff everywhere, mess everywhere! I'll tell you what, I've had enough!

First a few third-graders smeared frog brains on the wall of the fifth basement classroom, then the ground outside the bathroom on the second floor was covered with water, and you bad guy, Potter, come with me! ”

Harry waved goodbye to Colin and followed Filzi down the stairs, knowing that his dinner was going to be ruined, leaving him with a trail of muddy footprints on the floor.

Filch's office was on the basement level, and Harry had never been there, and most of the students avoided it, except perhaps for the two brothers, George and Fred.

In the gloomy room, only a dim oil lamp hung from the ceiling, there were no windows around it, and there was a dull smell of rotting dead fish.

Several large wooden cabinets with black and blue mold spots leaned against the wall, which were used to hold the files of students who had violated discipline, and which detailed records of who had done what bad things and how they were punished.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed across Harry's eyes, and he turned his head to see a pair of polished chains and handcuffs hanging from the wall behind Filch's desk.

Everyone in the school knew that he often begged Headmaster Dumbledore to allow him to hang his students upside down from the ceiling, but of course, Headmaster Dumbledore certainly did not agree.

Filch took out a quill and began to look for the parchment again.

"Bastard." He complained angrily, not knowing if it was because he couldn't find something or because of something else.

"That big fire-breathing monster...... Frog Brain Plasma ...... Stagnant water...... Stinky bomb ...... I'm fed up with you...... Where did the form go...... Ah, in this ......"

He took a large roll of parchment from a drawer, laid it flat on the table, and dipped the pen in ink.

Name...... Harry Potter, Case ......"

"It's just a little muddy water!" Harry argued.

"Ah, a little muddy water, for you, but for me, it's another hour of cleaning!" Filch yelled in displeasure.

"Case: Staining the Castle...... The recommended penalty is ......"

Filch's nostrils dilated wide, and he looked excited.

He squinted at Harry, admiring the mixed expression of nervousness and fear on the other man's face, and only when he faced these junior wizards could he find a little fun.

Those senior little wizards were not very afraid of him anymore.

Harry held his breath as Filch was about to finish his pen when the door to the room was pushed open from the outside.

"Mr. Filch, I heard you're going to lynch?"

Ginny Weasley stood in front of the door, and Colin followed behind her with a camera.

"What?"

Filch looked at the two men suspiciously, not knowing what they were trying to do.

And Ginny had already walked up to him with a pen and notebook, "Mr. Filch, as a special correspondent for the Hogwarts School Magazine, I have some questions I would like to interview you. ”