Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 68

Malfoy admitted that he was careless and didn't dodge.

But who knew that Clark, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually made a sneak attack.

As soon as he entered the door, before he could react, a gray light flashed in front of him, and then, he heard the sound of "plop" and "plop" falling to the ground behind him.

Without looking back, he knew that his two followers were definitely lying on the ground, unable to move. Because he was very familiar with the spell that Clark had just used, which was the leg-locking spell he had used on Neville before.

It's just that Malfoy didn't understand. There was only one spell, so why did two people fall down? Of course, now is not the time to think about it.

"What do you want to do~" Malfoy was so frightened that he almost cried, but he still tried to stay calm.

"Please sit down! Draco."

Clark's voice is very nice. If you ignore the environment in the empty classroom, and the two guys lying on the ground, and just listen to the sound, you will think that this is an elegant noble gentleman entertaining him in the gorgeous living room. guest.

However, as the host, Malfoy is now standing nervously at the door, raising his hands obediently, not daring to move, this is just because a magic wand made of beech wood is pointing steadily at his chest.

At Clark's friendly invitation, Malfoy sat down obediently on the chair. The light blue activated rope swam behind him like a snake, dragged Crabbe and Goyle aside, then put it on the doorknob, and closed the door with a "bang".

Malfoy was frightened by the sudden sound of the door closing. Clark, as if he hadn't seen it, tapped the chair and table in front of him with his wand, cleaned them up, and then sat across from him.

"I invited you here today to talk to you about Hagrid raising dragons." Clark put his wand on the table, as if he wasn't worried that Malfoy would attack and take away the wand.

"Are you trying to intimidate me?" Malfoy glanced at the wand and looked away again.

After all, he is also the young master of the pure-blood family. Although he is spoiled and raised, he is not as sophisticated as his father, but he is somewhat knowledgeable. After experiencing the initial panic, he quickly realized that this is at Hogwarts!

"boom!"

"That stupid big man raised a dragon. This is illegal, enough for him to enter Azkaban!"

In the empty classroom, Malfoy, who had returned to his normal level of intelligence, clenched his hands into fists, hammered **** the table, supported his tense body, leaned forward, and met Clark's penetrating gaze. Threatening words were spoken.

Unfortunately, in the face of Malfoy who wanted to exert pressure, Clark just leaned back slightly, as if looking for a more comfortable position, then raised his chin slightly, put his hands on his abdomen, at forty-five degrees Looking down at him.

"What does that have to do with me? I'm not here to talk to you about sending people into Azkaban. If you only have so little vision, I think I can only talk to your father in person. already."

There was no emotion in Clark's words, as if he was really indifferent to Hagrid's violation of the law.

This also made Malfoy a little unsure of his attention, and the resistance he managed to build up was also a little lower in Clark's words.

"Then what do you want to do?" he asked again.

Clark didn't answer, but asked an irrelevant question: "I heard that your family adopted a giant dragon in a dragon farm in Romania?"

Malfoy was stunned when he heard this. He was very dissatisfied with Clark's discretionary response, but this question just scratched his itch.

So he replied in a slightly smug tone: "Of course! Our family has to go to Romania every holiday to see those Romanian horned dragons. Why, are you going to beg me to send that little dragon too? A dragon farm?"

He was very much looking forward to that this **** who was always pretending to be in front of him would beg him in a low voice, and then show a desperate expression under his ruthless rejection.

Unfortunately, the extravagant hope in his heart was shattered. Clark just looked at him with pity in his eyes, shook his head and sighed, "Poor! Poor!"

"Poor what?" Malfoy was stunned by his reaction.

"You spent so much money and energy, but you ended up helping others raise dragons and making profits for others. In the end, you only got a little scrap of dragon dung and flower fertilizer. In this way, you are still very happy. Isn't that poor enough?"

Clark's words made Malfoy very embarrassed. Of course he knew that what the other party said was the truth.

"I like it enough, at least that dragon is named after me," Malfoy argued, "it's a lot more reliable than having a baby dragon on the sly, and you just wait and go with the big idiot. Squat in Azkaban!"

"No! No! No!" Clark stretched out a finger and shook it in front of him, "You are wrong, we are not secretly raising dragons. Isn't it surprising that we usually buy They are all alchemy materials such as dragon scales, dragon blood, and dragon horns. When have you ever seen someone sell dragon eggs. Hagrid is only a small hunting ground guard, how could he possibly obtain such a precious thing?"

In the wizarding world, in order to better protect magical creatures, and also subject to the restrictions of the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act, the British Ministry of Magic has deliberately divided the levels of trade goods.

Among them, Class C trade goods are commodities that can be traded in bulk and are completely harmless, such as citronella, white fresh and bezoar, etc. You can easily find these things even in Muggle pharmacies.

Class B trade goods may have a certain range of influence, and powerful magic materials that need to be traded under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic~www.mtlnovel.com~ such as unicorn tail hair, dragon blood and sacs Poisonous leopard's venom glands, etc. These things are not available in the Muggle world. Once they are lost, the Ministry of Magic must send someone to recover them and delete those related Muggle memories.

As for Class A trade goods, they are all non-tradable goods that are expressly prohibited by the British Ministry of Magic from being traded. Whether they are imported or sold, they will be severely punished.

For example, the eggs of living venomous leopards, the eggs of Chimera beasts, and the eggs of eight-eyed giant spiders, each of these things will cause terrible harm to the Muggle world, and the scope of the impact is very wide, far from one or two. A wizard clerk can handle it.

Among them, fire dragon eggs are listed by the British Ministry of Magic as a Class A non-tradable commodity. Even in Knockturn Alley, which is a black market, it is difficult to find a fire dragon egg.

Only the most powerful smugglers can occasionally get one of this kind of thing, but most of them are secretly looking for someone to trade. The buyers and sellers are very fixed, and outsiders have no way of getting around.

Hagrid's fire dragon egg was stolen from the dragon family by Quirrell when he met Voldemort in Albania. Later, in order to get a way to deal with the three-headed dog Lou Wei, he took it out and lost to Hagrid by playing cards.

Of course, Malfoy didn't know the secret behind this.

In his eyes, Hagrid was able to get a fire dragon egg. This was indeed a very incredible and enviable thing. Back then, when he was soft and hard, he couldn't let his father let go and brought him a fire dragon. Egg.

Is this poor ghost living in a dilapidated wooden house more powerful and rich than their Malfoy family?

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