When Harry and Clark finished saying hello and turned around, they realized that Ron was gone.

"He's still here!" Harry said.

Clark seemed to see something, and smiled, "It seems that my little cousin has an opinion about me." ”

"Why?" Harry was puzzled.

"Well, Harry, don't you understand that?" Hermione said, "He's jealous!" ”

"Jealousy?" Harry asked incredulously, "Jealous of what?" Just because Clark became a Hogwarts Warrior? ”

"Think about it," Hermione said patiently, "you know, it's always you and Clark who get everyone's attention, and he's always been the little transparent by your side. ”

"It's not our ......"

Hermione saw Harry's mouth open in anger, so she quickly made up for it, "I know you and Clark aren't pursuing this...... But—how to say it——。 ”

"Because he grew up competing with a lot of older brothers at home." Clark continued with her.

"As the last boy to be born, he has several older brothers and the only sister below.

It can be said that Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur cared for him the least of the children.

And when you go to Hogwarts, although you become his best friend, every time someone sees you, he is left out in the cold.

He endured it silently, never saying a word.

Now it seems that the fact that I became a Hogwarts Warrior happened to make him unbearable, and it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. ”

Harry couldn't do it, even thought it was a little ridiculous.

"It's good, it's wonderful. Tell him for me that I can change with him at any time if he wants...... Everywhere I went, people stared at my forehead stupidly......"

Clark had to pat him on the shoulder, "Okay, he's also a kid tantrum too, and after a while, he'll figure it out." ”

When they came to the auditorium, they saw Ron sitting at the table eating alone, and Clark walked over, but this guy quickly swept the food off the plate and walked away very arrogantly.

"This guy!" Clark could only smile and shake his head.

However, Ron's performance is not an isolated case.

How much praise a person endures, how much slander he endures.

Clark thought that with his strength and the prestige he had accumulated over the past few years, it would be easier for everyone to get used to him as a warrior.

The next day, however, he realized that he had been very wrong.

Although he did gain a large number of fans in the lower grades, there were still some people in several other colleges who were not convinced by him.

And the one who is most hostile to him is Hufflepuff, who has always had the best relationship with Gryffindor.

About this, a class in herbal medicine is enough to prove it.

Clearly, the Hufflepuffs felt that Clark had stolen the glory of their warriors.

Since Hufflepuff houses rarely receive much glory – they were most thrilled when Cedric had the potential to become a Hogwarts Warrior.

Of course, these people don't know that in the original book, Cedric gave his young life for it after becoming a warrior.

They just stubbornly believe that Clarke's approach to becoming a Hogwarts Warrior is not honorable.

After all, he still has the identity of a Hogwarts school member, and this selection is likely to be a black-box operation.

For this reason, the atmosphere in the herbal medicine class is very strange and depressing.

And other than this small unpleasantness, the rest of the situation is quite good.

In Hagrid's Conservation of Magical Beasts class, the Slytherin students didn't ostracize Clark much.

Of course, they didn't have a good relationship with Gryffindor before, and this situation couldn't continue to be worse.

And they didn't treat Bruce, an American transfer student, very well.

"Ah, behold, folks, this is the warrior of what Ilvermorny."

When Clark and the others arrived at Hagrid's cabin, they happened to hear Malfoy smiling at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Do you have a book signed by him? It's best to get him to sign quickly, I suspect he's not going to be here long...... Half of the Triwizard Tournament Warriors are dead......"

Bruce didn't react to Malfoy's sarcasm. It seems that everything the other party says has nothing to do with him.

Malfoy also noticed Clark's arrival at this time, and he originally wanted to ridicule it, but under Clark's dangerous gaze, he still decisively chose to follow his heart.

Compared to these two colleges, the Ravenclaw classmates have a very good attitude towards him.

Although not as sought after by Gryffindor students as they do, whenever they meet him on the road, Ravenclaw students greet Clark with a smile and cheer him on.

In the Charms class where he taught the Flying Charms, Professor Flitwick praised him even more, and Clark was almost embarrassed by his praise.

- In class just now, he used his psychic power to make everything in the classroom swish and fly towards him, as if he was a magnet that specially attracted blackboard erasers, paper baskets, and moon palace diagrams.

But not all teachers are so good to him.

That afternoon, the two Potions lessons were joined together to make all the Gryffindor wizards shudder.

Locked up in the basement classroom for a full hour and a half, with Snape and the Slytherins, it was nothing short of that

A painful torment.

Clark was naturally among the students in the class, but he felt fine.

After all, he had already memorized what Snape was going to teach in advance, and he didn't find it difficult.

Snape seemed to understand that, too.

"The Dream Team should be disbanded!"

He said sly, and then took Clark and the three of them apart.

"Mr. Prewitt, you're in a group with Weasley.

Harry Potter, I think Longbottom needs your help more.

As for you, Miss Jack-of-all-trades, perhaps you can sit with Pansy. ”

The three of them could only reluctantly pack up their things and change seats.

"Antidote!"

Satisfied, Snape stood on the podium and said as he looked around the class, his cold black eyes glinting with an unpleasant glint.

"You should have your recipe ready by now. I ask you to boil it carefully, and then we'll pick one of them and give it a try......"

Snape glanced around the classroom, everyone subconsciously avoiding his dangerous gaze.

Eventually, only Clark met his gaze, and looked at each other without fear.

Naturally, this situation was also considered by Snape as a provocation, but before he could continue to think about how to fix Clark, there was a knock on the door of the underground classroom.

Snape waved his hand, and the classroom door opened, and it was Colin Creevey.

He slumped sideways into the classroom, smiled at Clark, and walked toward Snape's podium at the front of the room.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm going to take Clark Prewett upstairs."

Snape's gaze hung down from his hooked nose to look at Colin, and the smile stiffened on Colin's eager face.

"Prewett has another hour of Potions class." Snape said coldly, "He'll go upstairs after class." ”

Colin hesitated.

"Sir—sir, Mr. Bagman wants him to go," he said in his tone as calm as he could, "all the warriors are going......"

"Very well, very well," snapped Snape, "Prewit, leave your stuff here, I want you to come back later, and test your antidote." ”

"I'm sorry, sir—he had to take his stuff with him," Clark was sure that Colin must be a lie, "All the warriors—"

"Good!" Snape said, "Puwitt—take your bag, and disappear from my eyes!" ”

Clark smiled and flung his bag over his shoulder, stood up, and walked out of the door of the Potions basement classroom with Colin.

"That's amazing, isn't it, Clark?" As soon as they walked out of the classroom and closed the door, Colin couldn't wait to say, "Isn't it?" You have become a warrior! I've always thought that you were the only one in Hogwarts who deserved to be a warrior. ”

"Not really," Clark smiled and waved his hand, "as long as you have courage, everyone is your own warrior." ”

Together, they walked up the stairs that led to the foyer, "Why are they taking pictures, Colin?" ”

"Probably in the "Pre-Home Daily"! By the way, Ginny said that the school magazine is also going to arrange interviews with the warriors and make a special report. ”

"It's fantastic," Clark praised, "and it looks like she's used to being an associate editor." ”

"yes, yes, good luck!" Colin said that by this time they had already arrived outside the room.

Clark knocked on the door and walked inside.

It's a smaller classroom, and most of the desks are pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle.

But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.

Behind the velvet-covered desk, there are five chairs, one of which sits Ludo Bagman, who is talking to a witch wearing a magenta robe.

Victor Krum, as usual, stood in a corner, with a gloomy face, not speaking to anyone.

Bruce was uncharacteristically talking to Fleur, who looked happy, and was shaking her head and brushing her hair from time to time, making her long silver hair shine with a dazzling sheen.

A pot-bellied man with a large black camera that smokes slightly is watching Fleur out of the corner of his eye.

Bagman suddenly saw Clarke, quickly stood up, and jumped forward.

"Ah, here he comes! The third warrior! Come in, Clark, come in...... There's nothing to worry about, it's just the ritual of detecting the wand, and the other referees will be there soon-"

"Detection wand?" Clark asked.

"We have to check that your wand is fully functional and in good condition, because it is your most important instrument in the future." Bagman explained.

"The Expert is upstairs, with Dumbledore. After the inspection, take a few pictures, this is Rita Skeeter," he said, gesturing to the magenta-robed witch, "She's working on ......"

Before Bagman could finish speaking, Rita Skeeter took the initiative to stand up, walked up to Clark, and said humbly with a hint of flattery.

"Mr. Prewitt, I didn't expect to meet you here.

Ah, look at my memory, they say you're a Triwizard Champion, and I think you're the only one in Hogwarts who deserves this honor. ”

Clark looked at the red-robed witch in front of her, who wore a pair of large, jeweled-framed glasses, and her hair was made into delicate, stiff, and weird wavy curls that matched her face with a large chin, looking particularly awkward.

"I didn't expect that it was you, a big reporter, who came to interview me today, and it seems that I can also make headlines on the front page."

Clark smiled and stretched out her right hand, and Rita Skeeter quickly let go of the crocodile leather handbag she was holding in her hand and took the initiative to hold it.

"Where, Mr. Prewitt, if you want to make the headlines, it's not a matter of minutes."

Her fingers were thick and fat, and her nails were more than two inches long, and they were painted red.

But it didn't delay, she held Clark's hand tightly, as if it was a rare opportunity that she had to seize.

Bagman was dumbfounded by the scene, and it was the first time he had seen a woman like Rita Skeeter treat a person with such an attitude.

You know, as the director of the Department of Sports at the Ministry of Magic, he has a lot of dealings with media professionals like Rita Skeeter.

In his image, the top reporter of the "Pre-Home Daily" has always been very "troublesome".

Yes, it's just a hassle.

The old woman relied on her pen and was very arrogant, and when something didn't go her way, she took out her broken quill and scribbled.

But this guy still has a lot of readers and fans, and those wizard aunts like to read the content she writes.

"Before we begin, may I have a few words with Mr. Prewitt?" As if sensing Bagman's presence on the sidelines, Rita Skeeter suddenly said, "You know the youngest warrior...... To add a little color to the article. ”

"No problem!" Bagman didn't seem to want to spend much time with the old woman, and hurriedly responded loudly, "It's just- I wonder if Clark is against it?" ”

Rita Skeeter quickly shifted her gaze to Clark's face again, "Mr. Prewitt ......"

"I think I'll still be able to spare a few minutes." Clark said reservedly.

"Great." Rita Skeeter said happily, her face flushing with excitement.

She bent down, reached out, and led Clark to the table beside her.

"I've wanted to interview you for a long time, Mr. Prewitt," Rita Skeeter sat on an old chair, swaying as if she were going to fall down at any moment, "May I call you Clark?" ”

With that, before Clark could say yes, she opened her crocodile bag and took out her quill.

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