[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The auditorium was a sea of ​​pointed black hats. Every long table was filled with students, and thousands of candles floating in the air lit up everyone's faces.

"It seems we missed the sorting ceremony." Hermione said, walking briskly to the table and sitting down.

"What did Professor McGonagall tell you?" Ron asked, stretching his head.

"Secret," Hermione said with a smile.

Ron opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Principal Dumbledore stood up and began to deliver a speech, so he had to shut his mouth again. .seven

"Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year." Dumbledore's white beard shone in the candlelight, "I have a few words to say to all of you, and one of them is very serious... "He cleared his throat.

"So I think I'd better make this clear before you get confused by this big meal." Dumbledore smiled kindly at everyone, "Currently, our school will be hosting a number of students for a long time. The Dementors of Zkaban, they're here to carry out official Ministry of Magic business."

Dumbledore paused, suppressed his smile, and said seriously: "They are stationed at every entrance to the school grounds. During their stay here, I must make it clear that no one is allowed to do so without permission." Get out of school. Dementors should not be fooled by any tricks or disguises - not even invisibility cloaks," he added deadpan.

"Dementors are born not to understand what requests or excuses are, because I warn each of you not to give them any excuse to harm you. I believe that after they searched the Hogwarts Express, you have already learned about the Dementors. With a preliminary understanding, conflict with dementors will be very dangerous. I hope that the prefects, as well as the student union presidents, will take responsibility and make practical efforts to ensure the safety of the students."

Dumbledore looked around the auditorium and was satisfied to see that every child had listened. Then he smiled again and said, "What is more gratifying is that we have two new teachers joining our team this year. "

"The first is Professor Lupine, who graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

There was some scattered applause.

"As for the second one, well, I regret to tell you that our Professor of Care of Magical Creatures, Professor Kettleburn, retired at the end of last year, and Rubeus Hagrid will take up the post of teacher in addition to being the game warden. .”

A roar of applause immediately erupted from the Gryffindor table.

Hagrid?

Tom lost his smile.

A Hogwarts dropout who clearly has no qualifications to teach? Is the principal serious? Did Hagrid study hard on his own after being expelled? Does he have enough knowledge reserves? Does he know how to teach effectively?

In the past, I just recruited people casually for Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, but now I even include Care of Magical Creatures classes?

He looked at Hagrid, who was blushing and shy and excited at the teacher's desk, then at Principal Dumbledore who was smiling, and finally at his friends who were so excited that they wanted to jump up, and he reluctantly swallowed his words. go back.

All right. He thought, give it a try first, maybe Hagrid is particularly talented in teaching? There are some excellent teachers who are from wild backgrounds, so we cannot blindly draw conclusions.

"We should have known!" Ron shouted, jumping up and down. "Who else would let us buy a weird book that bites people?" He laughed and patted Tom on the shoulder. Tom curled up the corners of his mouth and said nothing. .

After a sumptuous meal, the students crawled tiredly back to their long-lost dormitories to rest. Tom's crow had already landed at the window, tilting its head to look at him.

"Have you eaten?" Tom poured water and food for it.

Jiujiu didn't even look at it, he raised a wing and pointed at the door.

"Okay, okay." Tom sighed, walked over and picked up his lazy crow, wiped the rain on him with his special towel, and then slipped out of Gryffindor with him in his arms. tower.

"Where should we go?" He whispered to his crow, and the best place naturally appeared in his mind. "How about the Room of Requirement?"

The crow lazily put its head on his shoulder and made a soft "ah" sound.

"I want a study." Tom thought about it three times while walking in front of the tapestry of the troll beating the ballet teacher, watching the white wall silently change its shape and turn into a door.

Before entering the door, he turned around and added a bulging eyeball pattern in the corner of the tapestry, so that he would be alert if anyone passed by.

"Okay." Tom fell down in the armchair in the study, "I'm very tired today, so if you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. I want to go to bed early."

"Of course you will be very tired today." Crow stood on the table, staring at him with his dark red eyes, "I guess you have a headache."

Tom raised his eyelids and looked at it, raised his hand to touch the bloody wound on his neck, and asked thoughtfully: "So what spell did I shout to the Dementor in the car before? "

The crow let out a strange laugh.

"This is the first time I've seen someone use Legilimency on a dementor," the crow monster said with a smile. "Your magic backlash reaction is already very slight."

"What would happen if Legilimency was used on Dementors?"

"Automatic feeding?" The crow tilted its head and looked at him. "Although they usually feed on happiness, hope and the desire to live, they actually find souls more delicious."

Tom was shocked when he heard this: "So they still know that the water needs to flow slowly and cannot be eaten in one gulp?"

"The wizards will always teach them not to eat randomly." The crow said coldly.

"But the Soul-Absorbing Curse can't be said to be soul energy that is automatically delivered to the mouth. It has to be said to be a small snack that is forced into the mouth and forced to swallow!" The crow laughed and patted the table with its wings, "The Soul-Absorbing Curse is Of course it’s strange to follow the good and follow the flow.”

Tom took a deep breath.

"But it doesn't matter," the crow comforted, "your magic power was running very slowly at that time, and you didn't mobilize much magic power. You were on the train again, and the identity of the Hogwarts students was protected by the magic spell. A single dementor could still Don’t dare to try it yourself. The most it will do is eat up a little bit of the soul energy that comes to your door. So you must be dizzy and nauseous. This is normal. You will recover if you rest more."

"So... using Legilimency against Dementors will definitely fail, right?" Tom stretched out his hand and held Crow in his arms.

"of course."

But his spell can't be said to have completely failed...

Tom stroked the crow thoughtfully, turning over the extra painful fragments in his mind.

Perhaps it's because his Legilimency is not formal, but is derived from Lockhart's innate witchcraft model?

Those fragments were very uncomfortable to perceive, so he simply pushed those external painful fragments and chaotic memories to the edge and used them as materials to build a low wall, and gave it a name: Wall of Sighs.

Good, he thought. Now he can also say that anyone is welcome to try reading his brain.

"Then what is this?" Tom took out the irregular transparent piece from his pocket.

He output a little magic power, but the thing didn't seem to have any reaction.

"Why don't you try it?" The crow broke away from his hand and jumped back on the table.

"You want me to try something?" Tom complained. "Put something in your mouth when you pick it up from the ground?" He knocked and smelled it, soaked it in water and roasted it, but there was no change. . In the end, there was really no other way. Under the eyes of the crow watching the show, he reluctantly washed the unknown object and tapped it carefully with his teeth.

He promised that he had just wanted to try it with a bite. But the weird thing is that as soon as he opened his mouth and tentatively took the thing in his mouth, it melted quickly, melting into a strange state that was like a liquid but not a liquid, like a gas but not a gas, and flowed very smoothly along with him. His esophagus slid down into his stomach.

Tom froze.

Then he felt a coolness spread from his stomach to his whole body. The coldness made him shiver, but it seemed that all the fatigue in his body was swept away. The total amount of magic power in his body also suddenly jumped up, and his mind became much clearer. The previous dizziness and nausea have also disappeared.

"...What is this?" Tom murmured.

"I don't know." Crow looked at him, "How do you feel?"

have no idea? ? ?

Tom was so angry that he plucked the bird wildly.

"You don't even know what it is and you want me to try it?" Tom laughed angrily, "You are really not afraid of poisoning me. If I die, you will be a wandering bird. Do you know that?"

Crow turned his head disdainfully: "Stray cats, stray dogs, who has heard of stray birds?"

"Is that the point?!" Tom growled.

"Ah." The crow cried impatiently, and in the black mist emanating from the body, it turned into a woman wearing a feather coat and a golden crown - Tom quickly pushed her out of his arms.

Anima crossed her legs and sat on the table, her disheveled hair falling on Tom.

"Sit!" Tom closed his eyes.

Anima laughed softly.

"What are you afraid of?" She reached out and lifted Tom's chin. "Although I'm not sure what it is, I have a rough guess... What, do you really suspect that I want to hurt you?"

"...So what is that thing?" Tom asked after being silent for a while.