Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

At night in the Gryffindor Tower, in the spacious and warm lounge, it was rare for the little wizards to not get together, and it seemed very deserted.

Because on the first day of school, the courses at Hogwarts were very slow, and in addition to the summer vacation, they all forgot about the content of the teacher's teaching, so it was a headache to start the class. Went to bed.

Clark nestled in the soft orange-red sofa, quietly reading his book, and when the clock rang at twelve o'clock, when he raised his head, there was no one else in the lounge.

A small sound of footsteps came up the stairs, and Clark followed the sound and saw that it was the Weasley twins.

"Clark, why did you call us here in the middle of the night? Is it because of the magic card?" George was the most anxious, and asked when he saw him.

Fred also continued his words and said: "Didn't you already say it before, hand over the agency of magic cards at Hogwarts to us, wouldn't you want to go back on it?"

Clark looked at the excited twins and waved his hands to tell them to take it easy.

"Don't worry, you two are my cousins. Since I promised you, I naturally won't break my word. I called you here today for this matter."

After saying that, he looked towards the stairs again, "But don't worry for now. I have a plan on how to sell magic cards, so let's wait for others first."

"Who else are you waiting for?" the twin brothers said impatiently.

At this time, footsteps were heard from the stairs of the girls' dormitory, and Hermione appeared in front of them.

The two sides looked at each other curiously, and then turned their eyes to Clark together.

"You are sneaking around at night, what are you doing? Are you preparing for a night tour?" Hermione said impatiently with her arms around her chest.

"I sneaked out of the dormitory. If they didn't see me going back in a while, they didn't know what they would say."

Clark didn't let them wait any longer, just took out a suitcase and put it under his feet.

Hermione recognized it immediately, it was the suitcase Clark had been using on the train.

With the opening of the suitcase, a deep step appeared in front of them. Clark didn't say anything, just stretched his legs and walked down.

The Weasley brothers didn't hesitate. As Clark's cousin, they had seen this magic suitcase and followed him directly.

And Hermione looked at this deep hole, hesitated for a while, still unable to hold her curiosity, cautiously stretched out her foot and took the first step.

Despite the small size of this suitcase, the area of ​​the opening is also small.

But when Hermione's feet stretched over and stepped on the first step, she found that the hole that had been enchanted with space magic kept expanding to her.

So she easily followed the steps and squeezed the whole person into the suitcase.

The moment she walked down the steps, Hermione was shocked by the sight in front of her. She had also guessed that there would be something special in this suitcase, but she did not expect that there was a mansion hidden in this suitcase.

Yes, the spacious living room in front of you, the high-grade walnut floor, the exquisite ceiling and crystal lamps, the large sofa, the small bar and the open kitchen, the high-end with modern simplicity, let Hermione have a moment, Instead of stepping into a suitcase, I felt like I was back in summer, following my dad to visit his friend's lake house.

"This is amazing!" Hermione couldn't help but exclaim.

At this time, Clark and the others were already sitting on the high-end leather sofa. George looked at her with a smile, "Yeah, when we first came in, we had the same reaction as you. I have to say that Clark's taste is really good. In the future, when we have money, we will definitely build a house like this."

Fred continued his words and said, "Of course, the premise is that our cousin is willing to make a fortune with us and hand over the campus agency of that magic card to us."

With that said, the two of them looked at Clark, who was calmly drinking hot milk.

In fact, it's not that the two of them never thought of making a pirated version of the same kind of game, such as replacing the cards with chess pieces that use the transfiguration technique. They are relatives, so they don't do that for a little money.

Hermione sat on the sofa across from Clark.

"Tea, coffee, milk, or hot cocoa?" Clark asked thoughtfully.

"I'm going to sleep later, let's have a glass of milk," Hermione replied.

Clark snapped his fingers. "Barry, get this beautiful lady a glass of hot milk."

With a slight crackling sound, a steaming cup of milk appeared on the coffee table in front of Hermione.

"Please take your time, ma'am."

The house-elf in the small housekeeper's uniform leaned over slightly, performed standard etiquette to Hermione, turned around and went back to the bar.

"Barry is our house-elf, and their ancestors have worked in my house for generations."

Clark noticed Hermione's curious eyes, explained a sentence, and then said: "I called you here today because there is an important matter that I want to discuss with you."

Saying that, he stood up.

There are four doors around this living room with signs that read "Storage Room", "Alchemy Room", "Workshop" and "Lounge Room".

Clark led them to the third door, and as the handle was unscrewed, in the center of the studio, a black, complicated and mysterious looking big guy appeared in the center of the studio. in front of them.

"What is this?" George walked to the big guy curiously, and found that it had a rough and complex mechanical structure. In some key parts, it was inlaid with silver-white silk threads and gold forged magic runes.

Hermione smelled the ink smell emanating from the machine, but roughly guessed what it was, and asked a little uncertainly: "Is this..."

"Yes, this is a magic printing press." Clark confirmed Hermione's guess, "Our family's printing house recently purchased a new batch of magic printing presses from the United States, so I will give the eliminated one to Get it here."

"A magic printing press! What did you bring this thing to school for?" George raised his volume and looked at him in surprise.

But before Clark could answer, Fred gave his opinion first, "What else can this thing do? Of course it's used to print magic cards, or do you draw them one by one by hand?"

"That's not true," Clark shook his head. "The resolution of this magic printing press is not enough. I brought it here to run a newspaper."