Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God Chapter 8

"Well...you have a strong thirst for knowledge, you are a curious little wizard, it seems that you are very suitable for Ravenclaw..."

"Well... also very ambitious, longing for fame, it seems that Slytherin seems to be a good fit for you..."

The Sorting Hat whispered softly in Clark's ear, and its judgment was quite accurate. For Clark, who has a fragment of knowledge and godhead, Ravenclaw, who symbolizes wisdom, seems to be especially suitable for him, and the ambition to become a **** is also very good. Perfect for Slytherin.

However, this time, he has his own choice.

Clark is actually not a very flamboyant person, and he has to admit that having the soul of an adult brings him a lot of constraints when it brings him the honor of being mature and intelligent.

After all, in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. He was also timid and cowardly. I always comfort myself with "worst development, don't waver".

But that doesn't mean that he wants to continue like this forever.

In every man's heart, there is a big boy; every boy believes in light.

When a person is used to hiding in the shadows, he can no longer stand under the sun. When a person is accustomed to using forbearance to anesthetize himself, he will not have the spirit of the sword.

Clark didn't want this. Ordinary people also have ambitions. He also longs for success, and longs for the admiration of others.

To do this, we can only find difficulties, face them, and solve them.

When you can solve your own difficulties, you are a success; when you can solve other people's difficulties, you are a leader; and when you can solve everyone's difficulties, you are God!

The activated godhead fragment just pushed him forward.

"Praise me, my friend! I'm going to Gryffindor."

The little bit of godhead fragment in his soul was inspired by his will, and it leaked a little bit of aura for the Sorting Hat to sense it.

Under this breath, the originally silent hat trembled violently. It was just a rare alchemy object, how could it resist such a powerful force?

"Follow your orders, great existence!"

The Sorting Hat tried to straighten her hat, and in the eyes of everyone, she chanted aloud in an almost arilike tone:

"Ah, praise you, Clark!

You are the embodiment of knowledge; you are the source of wisdom; you are a wise leader; you are the son of Gryffindor!

You will lead us on a great path! "

The high-pitched voice echoed in the auditorium, the first time the Sorting Hat had made such a response in thousands of years.

Yes, Clark used the godhead shard to convince the Sorting Hat, making it sing praises for himself and become famous.

Bright candlelight shone on his body, and the wide brim of the hat covered his face, revealing only a pointed chin and that standard smile.

He was obviously just sitting on a four-legged stool and was short in stature, but in the chanting of the Sorting Hat, he seemed to be wearing a gorgeous crown and sitting on the throne.

What if this Hogwarts was Dumbledore's place? What if the White Demon King likes to master everything?

I don't need to hide in the shadows to grow, I don't need to drill like a conspirator, I, Clark, just want to stand in the sun and enjoy my success and glory!

I want everyone to shout my name!

I want my kingdom of God to be lifted up to the sky!

【Ding! With your handsome appearance, your flamboyant behavior has aroused the admiration of some girls, EXP +230]

Judging from the amount of experience points, the actions of the Sorting Hat did not help Clark gain much prestige.

But yes, after all, reality is not a Shuangwen novel, and Clark is not a crooked dragon king. He has no tyrannical spirit, and it is impossible for everyone to bow down with the praise of the Sorting Hat.

Although the entire auditorium was silent, and the little wizards were so shocked by this strange thing that they were speechless, but few people would take it to heart.

They just thought it was just some sort of crazy talk from the Sorting Hat, trying to add a little fun to the end of the sorting ceremony.

Even the teachers on the podium agreed that the hat was getting old and going crazy there.

Only the smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, and he was staring at Clark with a scrutiny from behind the half-moon glasses.

But Clark didn't care about that. For him, this was actually a magical ritual.

It is the beginning of a legend, the beginning of a myth.

Just like Harry Potter's birth prophecy, a vision of Liu Xiu's birth.

It doesn't matter if you don't believe it. When the future Clark accomplishes great things one by one, someone will naturally think of all this tonight and believe it. And these beliefs, in turn, will push the prophecy into the future.

You don't even know if this is the future predicted by people, or whether the future is fulfilled because of the prophecy.

As for exposure to Dumbledore?

Clark believes that the greatest white wizard may be a wise politician, but he must not be an extreme seeker. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

He is betting that this abnormality in him is not enough for the chaotic and kind White Devil King to get to the bottom and end himself. After all, the anchor of this soul is "love", it is "love" that makes him suppress It was "love" that kept him from losing his mind at such a young age.

Dumbledore's "love" is heavier than a mountain. The power of this occult oath prevents him from violating his own principles, because doing so would deny the meaning of his existence.

"Gryffindor!"

When the Sorting Hat shouted out Clark's house name, no one cheered, no one applauded, people were silent, and Clark didn't care at all.

"Mr. Prewett, hurry up and sit at the table that belongs to you!"

A serious and rigid voice sounded beside him, and Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, put an end to this matter.

"Oh, okay. Sorry for the trouble, ma'am!"

He took off the sorting hat, put it on the stool, said sincerely, and at the same time bowed gracefully, like an instinct engraved in his genes.

Professor McGonagall nodded reservedly, expressing satisfaction with his behavior.

And when Clark sat next to Hermione, the whole auditorium regained its cheerful atmosphere.

"Cool! We can blow this thing for a whole year."

His two cousins, George and Fred, ran over to greet him excitedly. Hermione, who was sitting beside him, was also flushed, very excited about his performance just now.

In addition, the little witch turned her head from time to time on the Ravenclaw table next door and looked at him secretly.

Now, he can finally take a good look at the reactions of other teachers.

Chapter end