[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom took a step back.

The strange thing is that the black dog doesn't seem to have any intention of serious pursuit. It just opens its mouth wider and wider. The entire upper jaw and the head want to turn over to the back of the neck. That kind of exaggerated mouth opening - it doesn't look like it anymore. It is a dignified and serious big dog, but a giant monster that only appears in horror movies.

Tom was alarmed, and he no longer cared about hiding. The magic thread that snaked under the floor jumped away quickly, and then suddenly rose up, exploding a red cloud in the sky. At the same time, he himself made a diving leap toward the outside of the observatory——

The black dog rolled his eyes, and after he had jumped into the air, he calmly spit out a shiny black ball of light from his mouth like lightning.

The ball of light flashed past in the air and hit Tom's leg almost the moment it appeared. What made him feel a sinking feeling even as he was falling in mid-air was that the place he was hit by was almost painless and had no feeling at all...

Tom landed smoothly under the protection of the tentacles, rolled several times with momentum, and headed towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest. When he hit the tree trunk and stopped, he immediately looked up and saw that the black dog on the high observatory did not jump down, but leisurely raised its front paws and licked it.

Tom's bad premonition worsened.

Is it because you think he's already dead, so there's no need to come down and hit him?

He tried to stand up, only to realize that his legs that had been hit had no feeling. When he rolled up his trouser legs, he saw that the part of his calf that had been hit was a deathly bluish-white color, lifeless to the touch, and dented every time he pressed it. And the terrifying dead whiteness is still spreading to other places slowly but resolutely.

That part of the magic power seemed to be polluted by the air of death. It seeped out from the pores on the calves, carrying a dirty smell, like tiny dirty water droplets. When it slid down, the weeds on the ground were contaminated with scattered bits and pieces, and they quickly withered. .

Tom looked up again and saw no sign of Dumbledore, but the black dog on the observatory was also gone. I wonder if it was lured away by Dumbledore?

The mutated magic power in the body was running around excitedly, rushing left and right, as if it could sense the edge of life and death, and desperately wanted to rush out. Tom groaned, and for the first time in a long time while wearing the fabric of a Dementor's cloak, he felt the greedy hunger that was on the verge of losing control. It seemed that the death energy stimulated the mutated magic power obtained from the Dementors. With a predatory instinct, the few tentacles already outside had spontaneously spread into black threads and inserted themselves into the surrounding trees, eagerly extracting life energy to feed him back.

I'm afraid Dumbledore won't be able to survive until Dumbledore gets rid of the black dog and comes to rescue him.

Tom made his decision. His mutated magic power was so excited that it was almost out of control, and the death energy injected into him by the patron saint of the dead had spread past his knees even with the resistance of the life force that the magic powers spontaneously extracted from the vegetation.

More and higher quality life energy is needed.

Tom looked at Hogwarts Castle for the last time, and forced the tentacles to support his body and slid deep into the Forbidden Forest. The remaining black threads along the way lightly fell from all the flowers, plants and trees they could reach. As he passed by, one forest after another died, and the withered grass and bushes turned directly into misty ashes in the vibration and wind caused by his sliding, flying all over the sky.

For a moment, the place Tom passed by seemed to have turned into an extremity.

The life energy that had no time to be transported into his body was like fluttering luminous white threads, wrapped around his body. While these life energies block the death energy, they also stimulate it in reverse. A cold black air suddenly erupted at the junction of the two, and the burning pain that followed made Tom groan.

Just this time, the numbness has spread to my waist...

More and higher quality life energy is needed...

And even faster...

Where are all the animals in the Forbidden Forest? Tom searched with his eyes, and his magic powers spread around him anxiously. Suddenly, his extremely divergent perception paused, telling him that he sensed some old friends - the dementors guarding the outside of the castle. .

very good. Tom made a simple judgment. He needed more life energy, so he needed more "tools" to absorb it for him. Just as he felt a little powerless, thanks to those "old friends" who had been "loyally" squatting nearby... …

Tom moved in the direction of the dementor for a moment, making sure that the "old friends" were aware of him, and as always, they conveyed confusion, inquiry, and then anger.

Come on, come after me.

Tom's senses challenged the dementors.

Realizing that those "well-intentioned ghosts" who always sent magic power and soul polymers were actually chasing after them with great fury, Tom continued to search for the animals in the Forbidden Forest with a strange sense of peace of mind that he had his own food reserves. Come.

The kind of three or two won't work, they have to be in large groups to be powerful enough.

It was the magicians who noticed it first and excitedly told him that there were many "little buns" and "sprinkled icing sugar" not far away.

what the hell.

Even in Tom's imagination, nothing could be described as sprinkles.

But fortunately, there was no need to think too hard, as the excited tentacles condensed by his magic power had already carried him towards the "cafeteria" in a hurry.

The trees deep in the Forbidden Forest towered into the clouds, causing the light to be very dim. Tree roots and stumps were everywhere, blocking the road and barely visible in the dim light. Moreover, the life energy of those behemoths far exceeds that of the plants on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Tom's magic black threads passing by in the wind only make those trees wilted and their leaves wrinkled and rolled up, but not as directly as the previous grass and trees. Turned into ashes.

Although he couldn't make a smooth path like before, with the tentacles carrying him, he was so light that he climbed over tree roots and pushed aside shrubs and thorns, and his speed did not slow down. Soon he arrived near the "cafeteria" and saw a dark, furry high wall in the distance. On the other side of the wall, there were angry centaurs shouting and shooting rockets. 7K妏揩

Why is there a wall in the Forbidden Forest?

What could force a group of conservationists to attack by setting fire to arrows?

The greedy magic tentacles rushed to the battlefield carrying Tom. Now Tom finally saw it clearly. The dark, furry high wall was clearly made up of countless giant spiders the size of carriages stacked on top of each other!

The big claws on the wall of flesh and blood clicked together, many pairs of eyes shined on those ugly black heads, and poisonous white threads were shot out from various places on the "wall" from time to time, and rolled up suddenly. The centaur was dragged over by force, and then the "wall" squirmed. After a burst of efficient and creepy chewing and sucking sounds, only a few fragments of the centaur's skin were left on the ground. .

The angry centaurs' rockets had little effect on the spiders. Even if the unlucky ones kept being ignited, other spiders would quickly put out the fire with their own bodies or spider silks. Even if the fire could not be extinguished, those few The unclear spiders didn't care about this loss. Instead, they coldly regarded the burning "fireballs" as another weapon and threw them back at the centaurs.

The soul fragments of the dead people floating above this flesh and blood millstone are the "sprinkled icing sugar" that the magicians excitedly described to Tom.