[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The results of the experiment cannot be said to be good or bad.

The good thing was that those magic powers were obedient and only ran around in his room. The bad side... After he ended their free time, he discovered with a headache that his room had been activated...

Yes, just like in the cartoon, the bouncing teacup, the mirror that likes to complain, the piano with its own unique music preferences, the bed that keeps wandering around the room, and the big eyes that wander around. Wardrobe……

According to his current knowledge base, this mystification phenomenon must either physically destroy its supporting objects, or he can only wait for the mystification time to return to normal.

Fortunately, these things still obeyed his request and only moved inside the room. None of them had to open the curtains to see the scenery outside. Otherwise, he might have to deal with Ron's father, Mr. Weasley - Mr. Arthur Weasley is the director of the Office of Illegal Use of Muggle Items, which basically deals with matters related to the illegal mystification of Muggle items.

Meeting the parents of friends under such circumstances is too social for young people. Thankfully they were back to normal the night before Tom went back to school and he started to seriously consider redecorating!

But mom and dad are still very interested in this kind of surprise.

"I have to say, this fulfills my dream in a sense," Mrs. Locke carefully stroked the desk lamp that looked like a puppy jumping around at her feet. "It's very fairy tale."

"But the magical world is not a fairy tale world, Mom." Tom said, "Besides, even the fairy tale world has a dark side, conspiracy, war, poison, betrayal, blood, hatred..."

He hesitated and said, "Have you had any cross-border business recently? I mean, you and dad can stay away from the limelight for a while."

Mrs. Locke looked up at him and asked, "What trouble have you encountered?"

"I don't know." Tom turned his face sideways, "I don't know what to say, and I don't know how to protect you if something happens."

"We will protect ourselves." Mrs. Locke said gently, "Of course, if you think it is necessary, I will discuss this matter with your father."

"Nothing has happened yet." Tom turned away and said to his mother, "But I have a strong feeling that something bad is coming." His expression darkened, "I will go home less frequently. , you should also be prepared in advance, do not trust any...creatures in the magical world, including 'me'."

He learned about Polyjuice Potion from Mrs. Locke, a magical potion that allows the drinker to transform into that person by acquiring a part of someone's body - even just a hair. What is disturbing is that the potion is not particularly difficult to brew. What's even more disturbing is that after several wizarding wars, many magic families basically have stocks of this potion.

"You should have confidence in our ability to identify your child, Tommy." Mrs. Locke kissed Tom's forehead and pulled him into her arms. "Don't worry, okay? I promise you, you and your dad will Protect yourself, but you also have to promise that you will take care of yourself, okay?”

"Mom! I'm not a child anymore!" Tom protested with a slight blush when Mrs. Locke kissed him, but did not move away.

"I know," he muttered, snuggling into his mother's arms, "I'll be fine."

As he spoke, the little curly cat secretly grinded his teeth.

After the vacation, Tom dragged his suitcase back to campus. Chiujiu flew over listlessly to greet him, but kept looking around and refused to look at him.

Tom understood immediately and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you find the dog?"

"Ammmm." Chiu Jiu reluctantly responded, then raised half of his wings and pointed at Harry who had just come down the stairs.

"But what's going on with Harry?" Tom guessed, seeing Harry walking around the lounge and deliberately sitting far away on the other end of the sofa where Hermione was sitting, not talking to her with a straight face. With the look on his face, you knew he was right.

"What happened?" Tom asked bluntly, standing between the two friends.

"Harry received a broomstick," Hermione said, hiding her face behind the book, her voice unnatural, "without a signature. I thought it was very suspicious at this time of year, so I reported it to Professor McGonagall."

"So the fire [crossbow] arrows were confiscated." Harry said with resentment, "That's the best broomstick in the world!"

"I think your safety is more important than a broomstick, Harry." Tom persuaded, "And I think Professor McGonagall will return it to you after checking it. She wants us to get the Quidditch trophy more than anyone else." seven

"I know she means well." Harry couldn't help complaining, "But for Merlin's sake, dismantling a delicate broomstick for inspection? Even if it is reassembled, its performance may be affected!"

"I believe that the professors' magic level will restore it to exactly the same state. Even," Tom lowered his voice, "Why don't you ask Professor McGonagall to help you modify it and make it more powerful? Think about it, even if Others also bought fire [crossbow] arrows, but they are still not as good as yours. This is the best broomstick in the world."

He winked at Harry.

Harry suddenly showed an expression of realization.

"I'm going right now!" He jumped up from the sofa and rushed out of the common room impatiently.

Hermione put down the book that was covering her face and snorted from her nose: "Boy." But she also looked relieved.

"It's been terrible lately," Hermione said, with thick dark circles under her eyes. "I've been helping Hagrid prepare for the hearing, but in fact, the information I can find is not very good... Harry and Ron are fighting for something. The broom is angry with me... and Crookshanks," she bit her finger anxiously, "is upset because I won't let him out, and Ron's rat Scabbers is scared to death... I I know it won't eat Scabbers and Merlin's socks as Ron worried. Crookshanks is a magic pet! First, it's very smart, and it won't eat my friend's pet; Second, it has always eaten cat food, so how could it be willing to eat a mouse alive? But Ron always didn't believe it..."

"There are still so many classes," she sighed. "Sometimes I really wish I didn't take so many classes. Some classes are really a waste of time."

Tom felt the same way. Some courses really take the risk of traveling through time in vain. He very much hopes that the school can launch a trial class model to allow students to stop their losses in time.

"It's going to be okay," Tom reassured her, "tomorrow is a new day."