[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"I can't believe it!" Hermione stood in the dark common room wearing a pink nightgown and shouted to Tom in a low voice, "I was actually moved by your nonsense!"

Tom slumped lazily in his armchair and flicked his wand, lighting the common room fireplace.

"Don't be so excited, Hermione." He said, "I suggest you change your clothes. Pink is still a bit conspicuous at night. Wearing a black suit like me is more concealed."

Hermione stood still and continued to speak excitedly: "You are unwilling to tell Professor McGonagall what to do if they don't come out - then let me ask you, what are you going to do if they don't come out today?"

"We are already prepared for night walks, aren't we? If they don't come out, maybe at our level, night walks are less likely to be caught." Tom heard Hermione sneer and gave another advice. Fa, "If it's just the two of us...don't you want to go to the forbidden [book] area and have a look?" 7K妏婩

The firelight dancing in the fireplace imprinted on Hermione's face, and she fell silent.

"All the professors are unwilling to sign for the first-year students, even if I promise that I will only come in for a visit." Tom complained, "Do the teachers really not know that the more they prohibit something, the more people will want to know?"

Hermione made no comment on Tom's complaint. She just turned around and went up the spiral staircase and said: "I'm going to change clothes."

Tom smiled triumphantly.

When Harry and Ron tiptoed into the common room with their wands in hand, they were stunned to find Tom and Hermione sitting in front of the fireplace and studying hard with a large magic book in their hands.

"You..." Harry asked, tongue-tied, "Aren't you asleep yet?"

Hermione slammed the book shut and said coldly, "I can't believe you actually did that, Harry."

"You!" Ron shouted angrily, "Go back to bed!"

"You can be a little louder, Weasley," Tom said briskly. "I think Percy would be interested in why we're all here at midnight, wouldn't he?"

Harry couldn't believe there were such nosy people in the world. And there’s more than one!

"Let's go, Ron," said Harry. He pushed away the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed out of the hole, paying no attention to Tom and the others.

Tom and Hermione followed, and Hermione was still trying to persuade them: "Don't you care about Gryffindor at all, only yourself? I don't want Slytherin to win the House Cup again, and I don't want you to I lost all the points I earned from my professors!”

"Go away!" The two boys turned back to her and said at the same time.

"I suggest you take us with you." Tom held down the angry Hermione and signaled that it was not a good time to have a conflict while wandering outside at night.

"When we are caught, can we both testify to the good students that you tried to dissuade us, so that we can get extra points for you two?" Ron said sarcastically.

"If you want to do this, it's not impossible." Tom snorted, waved his wand, and cast a lightening spell on everyone, trying to eliminate the footsteps as much as possible. "Look, Hermione and I can at least reduce your chances of being caught. The probability of staying. Otherwise, what would you do if it was just the two of you?"

He spoke in such a disrespectful tone that Ron was not only ungrateful, but his face turned as red as his hair.

Before Ron jumped, Tom added in a deliberately long tone: "No thanks."

"You-" Ron yelled, but was quickly interrupted by Harry.

"Shut up!" Harry said sternly, "Listen! There is a sound!"

It was a wheezing sound.

They held their breath and looked towards the source of the sound, and saw a black figure huddled on the ground.

It's Neville.

As they approached, Neville, who had been sleeping on the floor, jerked awake.

"Thank God, you found me!" Neville said with a cry of joy, "I have been outside here for several hours..."

"Why are you here, Neville?" Tom asked with suppressed anger. "Do you realize that you are a casualty and should rest in the hospital wing?"

"Madam Pomfrey said I'm fine, I just need more rest..." Neville murmured, looking at Tom timidly, "So I thought... there's no need to occupy the bed, it'll be the same when I come back, but I forgot I got a new password and can’t get in..."

"For several hours," Tom took a deep breath, "I didn't think of going back to the hospital wing, asking the professor, asking other students for help, or going to the Owl Tower to send us a message."

"Neville, we are very concerned about your health, and we hope you will take your health seriously." Tom said with a straight face.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Neville said in a panic.

"Okay, okay," Hermione said, "Neville, the password is 'Pig's Nose', but it's useless right now. The Fat Lady is gone somewhere. What can you do?"

"He should go back to the hospital wing," Tom said. "The doctors told him to get more rest."

"Don't leave me." Neville begged. "I'm scared to sleep there alone... Oh, so alone! The curtains floated around like ghosts, and I didn't know when a face would appear from behind the curtains. !”

Hermione shuddered at his eerie description.

Ron looked at his watch: "Okay, Neville, I'm glad you're okay, but we have to go somewhere, so can you wait here for a while? Then we'll go back to the dormitory together."

"I don't want to stay here alone. The ghost of Bloody Balor has passed through here twice."

"If any of you cause us to be caught," Ron finally said angrily, "I will definitely learn the monster charm Quirrell mentioned and use it on you."

"Don't worry, Weasley." Tom added a lightening spell to Neville, "If there is any one of us who is most likely to be caught, it's you, Cranetail."

Harry smiled bitterly and tried his best to say "shhh" to everyone, finally getting everyone to quiet down.

A group of five people finally embarked on the official night tour. They walked briskly along the corridor, carefully avoiding the portraits that were not asleep and the armors lying in the middle of the road, and successfully reached the prize on the third floor. showroom.

Malfoy and the others hadn't arrived yet, and the crystal glass cabinet displaying the prizes shone brightly in the moonlight. Trophies, shields, medals and statues glowed silver and gold in the darkness.

"Wow." Tom walked up to look at them with interest. "Look at this," he read, "Tom Riddle is awarded the Special Contribution Award. His name is also Tom!"