[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom immediately felt lighter without having to hold the heavy crow. He first went to the drugstore to replenish some necessary medicinal powder, then stood outside Madam Malkin's robe store and observed that there was no change in the style of student work robes this year, so he decided to save the money and order a few after returning to the Muggle world. Just set it up, otherwise it will grow too fast in the past few years and it will cost a lot of money.

When he walked to the bookstore, Tom was surprised to find that the floor-tile-sized spell book with gorgeous golden relief displayed in the window of the bookstore was gone. Instead, there was a large metal cage containing many copies of "Monsters of Monsters". Book". These books were locked together and they were fighting furiously, screaming and biting each other, and the broken pages were flying everywhere.

Tom immediately decided to customize a metal box for it to prevent his other books from suffering.

"Is it from Hogwarts?" the bookstore clerk asked him standing at the door. Each finger of his right hand was wrapped in thick gauze. "Are you here to buy new books?"

"Yes," Tom answered him, "Third grade, full set of subjects, any discount?"

The clerk gave him a fake smile and asked him impatiently to step aside.

"Sir, you can see," he said, "selling books is risky - I was bitten five times just this morning! So please don't offer any discounts, okay? The boss won't even pay for the medicine. Post it to me. Damn Care of Magical Creatures!"

As he spoke, he picked up a very thick cane, roughly reached into the cage and whipped the violent "Monster Books of Monsters", and then quickly reached out and took out one while they were dodging around.

"Take it quickly!" the clerk yelled, trying to pull out the cane from the cage that was bitten by the monster books.

"Okay..." Tom muttered, and used his wand to point at the monster book that was bending his body desperately trying to bite people, "imprisonment quickly!" Countless golden strings emerged from the tip of the wand, He quickly tied up the five-flowered monster book.

"Thank God." The clerk breathed a sigh of relief and finally pulled out the cane with great difficulty.

"Okay, the whole set of subjects..." He took Tom to the bookstore and started to take out books one by one, ""Pull through the Fog to See the Future", "Intermediate Transfiguration", "Standard Spells, Level 7", " Arithmetic and divination, from getting started to giving up..." He finally sorted out three bulging packages, and then accepted the money with a smile on his face. K妏揩

Knowledge is really expensive... Tom touched his half-empty wallet and simply went to Gringotts to withdraw money before returning to the cold drink shop to find Harry.

By this time the crow had unceremoniously eaten three large portions of ice cream under Harry's friendly hospitality.

"Tweet-tweet!" Tom was very angry at it. "Do you remember that you are a bird? You will get sick if you eat so much ice in one go!"

The crow swallowed the last piece of ice cream, pretended not to hear Tom's words, spread its wings and flew away.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Tom sighed, "It cost you money."

"It's nothing." Harry said a little at a loss, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect it couldn't-"

"It's not your fault, Harry," Tom said quickly. He quickly changed the subject and chatted with Harry about Ron and Hermione's holiday.

"I haven't told them yet - I mean, they're still on vacation, and I don't want them to worry about me blowing up my aunt while they're on vacation," Harry said.

"You're so considerate." Tom said, saying goodbye to Harry, then borrowing a phone in Diagon Alley and asking his father to drive to pick him up - he couldn't imagine how he could transport three people alone without being able to use the levitation spell. Move the big bag of books back.

By the time Tom saw Ron and Hermione, they were already on the Hogwarts Express. His crow was no longer able to fit into the original birdcage, and it refused to fly on its own. It stood on Tom's shoulder with evil intentions, watching him panting and carrying his huge suitcase while carrying the weight against the bird. .

Not to mention that a huge black dog owned by some student suddenly jumped into the car during the transportation, causing him to scramble and almost get knocked down.

Fortunately, his crow finally had some sense of protecting its owner. It stared coldly at the back of the skinny black dog, then swooped up and grabbed the black dog's tail.

"Ouch--" The black dog's hind legs pinched, causing him to jump three feet high in pain. He jumped forward suddenly, turned back and looked at the crow fiercely with bared teeth.

The black crow spreads its wings like a huge cloud of death. It jumped lightly onto the suitcase and looked down at the black dog. It opened its beak arrogantly and let a large tuft of dog hair that was torn off fall down.

The black dog bowed its back, bared its teeth, and breathed at it threateningly.

Tom finally caught up with the fierce duel, pulled out his wand, and let the tip of the wand burst out small sparks to intimidate the black dog as big as a bear.

"Go away!" He shook his wand, "Go to your master! Stay away from my bird!"

He felt the dog give him a very human glare.

"You hit me first," Tom reasoned with him, but of course, with partiality. "My crow was just trying to protect me."

The big dog must also be a demon pet. Hearing this, he closed his mouth and relaxed his body. Finally, he glared at the crow that was clicking its beak, turned around and ran away.

"Thank you, Jiujiu." Tom struggled to lift the suitcase into the car, "But you have to be more careful next time, that is a super big dog! I think he can swallow you in one bite." He looked at it. After looking at the current size of my crow, I revised my statement, "Well, you probably can't be swallowed in one bite now."

The crow raised its wings and patted his head gently.

This conflict somewhat delayed his time to get on the bus, causing him to fail to find a car with an empty seat all the way after getting on the bus. When he got to the very end, he heard Hermione calling him: "Here! Tom!"

Ron opened the compartment door with a smile, helped him carry his luggage, and said, "Finally I see you, man."

In addition to Harry, Hermione and Ron, there was a strange adult sleeping soundly against the window. He was wearing a shabby wizard's robe, with a sickly and exhausted look on his face. His light brown hair was mixed with white hair, making him look aged and carefree.

Tom noticed sharply that the shabby little box on the luggage rack above him was stamped "R.J. Lupin" with the letters starting to peel off.

"It's not a new professor, is it?" Tom immediately thought of Professor Dumbledore saying last school year that he had invited friends of Harry's parents to teach the Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the new year.

"Harry," Tom sat down and whispered to Harry, "do you know him?"

"What?" Harry was confused. "Why do I know him?"

Hermione was always the first to catch Tom's train of thought.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts!" she screamed in a low voice, as if expecting the boys to understand her meaning with just one word.

Ron and Harry both looked at them confused.

Hermione took a deep breath, explained to them, and then asked Harry, "Have you seen this person in the photo?"

"Ah..." Harry said slowly, "I seem to have an impression. There is a photo of four people, my dad, one with black hair, one with a particularly short round face, and one with brown hair -" he said while He said while looking at the stranger's face carefully, "It seems to be him!"

Harry said happily: "He is my father's friend!" He immediately felt close to the professor, "But he is much more haggard than in the photo." He said with some distress.

"Well, maybe he's not in good health." Ron said hesitantly, "But he will definitely be able to do the job, right? After all, he is a friend of Harry's father..." Ron changed the subject, "You were going to talk to me just now. What are we talking about?"

Harry whispered to his friends that he had overheard an argument between the Weasleys about whether to tell Harry that Sirius Black had escaped from prison to kill him.

"Just before we got in the car, Mr. Weasley made me swear that I would never go to Black," he said.

Hermione covered her mouth in surprise. After hearing this, she put down her hand and said, "Oh, Harry... you must be more careful! You have to be very, very careful! Don't ask for trouble..."

"I didn't ask for trouble," Harry said unhappily. "Trouble usually comes to me."

"How stupid can Harry be to find a madman who wants to kill him?" Ron was also shocked by this.

"Unless they think there must be some good reason," Tom mused, "that would bring Harry to this point..." What could possibly motivate Harry to go out of his way to find a dangerous person? revenge? Or does that person hold key information about the death of Harry's parents?

Tom had a vague suspicion, but the suspicion was too serious. He didn't want to really stimulate Harry to pursue the truth, so he didn't say anything.

"No one knows how he escaped from Azkaban, no one has ever done it before." Ron said awkwardly, and suddenly stopped, "What was the sound?" He followed the faint whistle from Harry's luggage A pocket spyglass was unearthed from the box - a magical alarm that is said to glow and spin if there is an untrustworthy person around.

Hermione stood up to look at it with interest and asked, "Is this the looking glass you said you gave Harry?"

"Yeah... you know, it's a bargain," Ron cleared his throat uncomfortably, "When I tied it to Errol's leg to give it to Harry, he went crazy." Then he stuffed the whirring rotating speculum into Harry's old sock to muffle the sound it made.

"Perhaps we can send it to be checked when we go to Hogsmeade." Ron sat down and said.

"When you go to relax, remember to write down your feelings and share them with me when you come back." Harry said dullly.

Tom reacted: "The Dursleys didn't sign it for you."

"Yes," Harry said bitterly, "Fudge wouldn't agree either, and I don't think Professor McGonagall would agree either -"

"Maybe I could ask Fred and George, they know every secret passage in the castle-"

"Ron!" Hermione slapped him, "With Black on the loose, I don't think Harry should sneak out of school!"

"You're right," Harry said dejectedly. "I guess that's what the professors would say."

None of them could find the words to comfort Harry, and the carriage fell into an awkward silence for a moment. In the end, Hermione fumbled to untie her pet basket and took out her beloved cat.

She put her new pet, named Crookshanks, on her lap, raised its paws to make it look even cuter, then coughed dryly and said, "Want to pet the cat, Harry?"

Harry laughed and accepted her offer.