[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom did not go to Hogsmeade with them this time. This was a matter of course, and although he now thought he had the situation under control for the time being, he still tried his best to avoid any happy places - especially when there were Dementors patrolling such places.

Of course, this is what he told his friends: "Go ahead, there's nothing interesting there." He lowered his head and flipped through the big books on the table, "I still think the library is interesting."

"You really should go to Ravenclaw, man." Ron complained before being pulled away by Hermione.

"We have to arrange an unforgettable travel route for Harry!" the little witch said in a low voice, "make sure that Harry can fully appreciate the charm of the magical village in the shortest possible time!"

Ron and Harry were immediately diverted.

"A food tour," Ron closed his eyes intoxicated, "first have a good meal at Honeydukes, the signature sizzling bees can't be missed; then stroll to the Three Broomsticks, where the landlady is willing to provide butterbeer to the students. Absolutely the best tasting drink I've ever had-"

Hermione snorted: "I guess whatever Ms. Rosmerta gives you will taste good to you, right?"

Ron blushed a little and retorted: "No!"

Even Harry could tell that he wasn't telling the truth, but he smiled and didn't expose him. He just patted Ron on the shoulder and said, "See you later!"

They left happily, and Tom read for a while. When he looked out the window, he saw Hermione's cat walking on the edge of the Forbidden Forest with its tail like a bottle brush.

After a while, the cat named Crookshanks stopped, and a dark figure emerged from the shadow of the tree - Tom squinted his eyes to identify it - mainly because the magic power in his body sensed his need, He came out excitedly, waved and told him: It's that little piece of bread!

Fuck the buns.

That's the big black dog.

Tom stared blankly at the black mist-like magic lying happily on the window, looking eager to taste it - although he didn't know why he could see the mood and movements from the thin black mist. Come.

"Don't eat indiscriminately." He warned, then fished it randomly in the air a few times, and stuffed back the magic power that had spilled out of the body.

The playground was deserted, and Crookshanks trotted briskly beside him, head held high and tail erect, as the huge, savage black dog crossed the lawn with a furtive movement that was particularly difficult for him.

"Where are we going..." Tom looked at the direction they were heading. The tall whomping willow stood motionless, pretending to be innocent and harmless.

...Isn’t this the way Nepenthes hunt?

On the eighth floor, it was too late to climb the stairs. Tom opened the window and rolled out. The magic power in his body spread out and condensed into small tentacles with suction cups, leading him to crawl down the outer wall of the castle.

"K-lu-ke-shan!" He ran over as soon as he landed, calling the cat's name as he ran.

Crookshanks paused, holding his front legs up in mid-air alertly, and turned his head to look. The big black dog jumped on the spot twice, seemingly undecided, but after being lightly slapped on its calf by Crookshanks' thick tail, it sat down and tilted its head to watch Tom running over.

"Don't run around!" Tom scolded out of breath, "That's the Whomping Willow over there! Do you see it?" He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the Whomping Willow, and was instantly irritated. The human willow suddenly came to life, waving its branches to make a cracking sound.

"Did you see that? I'll be beaten to pieces!" he threatened, but saw that neither animal responded. Crookshanks even yawned and stretched his arms in front of him. Lazy back.

"Stay away from the Whomping Willow, you hear me?"

Crookshanks turned away, but did not avoid Tom's hand on his back. 7K妏揩

Tom sighed and rubbed the black dog's head, "How did you meet Crookshanks? Is your master also a Gryffindor?"

The black dog stuck out his tongue, with an expression like "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Okay, I just happened to meet you. I said I would treat you to a big dinner last time." Tom remembered that the last time the black dog ran away from his dormitory and increased his workload, he kneaded the black dog's face in retaliation. The hair on a dog’s head.

The black dog hesitated for a moment, squatting and not moving.

Crookshanks' yellow-orange eyes stared at Tom. After a while, he slapped the black dog's leg with his tail.

So the black dog stood up, lowered his head and tried to pick up the back of Crookshanks' neck - but was slapped on the nose by the furious Crookshanks, and then let out a whimper, letting Crookshanks crawl on on its back.

This strange combination spent a wonderful afternoon in the Hogwarts kitchens, accompanied by Tom. The black dog's belly was bulging after eating, and he lay lazily on his back on the kitchen floor, drinking goat's milk with his head tilted and a straw in his mouth, his ears spinning happily on his head. Crookshanks tore at the dried meat ferociously like a little tiger. He did not allow the house elves to help him tear it into shreds, preferring to enjoy the process of self-reliance.

"Want something else?" Tom asked, holding fruit tea. "Like combing your hair? Simply taking care of it?"

The black dog's eyes turned in a circle, and a smile appeared on his lips - this meant agreement.

Tom took it upon himself to get a pet comb and combed it. Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a big black dog not to shed hair, but the strange thing is that Tom changed combs of different types and patiently combed them out, but he didn't even comb out a few dog hairs.

A thin layer of sweat gradually formed on Tom's back, and he realized what had happened...

It's an Animagus!

Who could be hiding in school as an Animagus? !

He remembered that he met the black dog on the train, and then the dementors boarded the train to inspect; the black dog appeared in Hogsmeade village, and met a group of dementors again; the black dog appeared on the Quidditch field, and the dementors appeared on the train. The monster followed...he was not "ominous" at all, but the dementors did follow his trail...

This is...Sirius Black!

The ruthless gangster who blew up an entire street with a single spell and killed thirteen people in one go!

Now he was the only one in the kitchen, apart from a group of house elves who were very enthusiastic about all wizards, and his magic was unusual and he would never dare to use it in public. so……

He stopped and looked down at the black dog with a smile.

"It's done." He said calmly.

The black dog jumped up, looked at his shadow on the bright kitchen floor, and found that he was indeed a handsome and neat dog, so he also showed a silly and happy smile.