[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The peaceful days passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed since their first night outing. Tom hadn't even found a chance to read the book "A Brief Introduction to Magic" alone - he didn't intend to read it in front of his classmates. Well, if anyone knows that this is a book in the [forbidden] book section and goes to tell the teacher... Well, being cautious is not a bad thing at all. It would be best to wait until there are no classes or on weekends and find an empty classroom in the castle to watch.

On this day, Tom casually found a seat at the long Gryffindor table to have breakfast as usual. A tall and sturdy senior appeared in the hall like a black whirlwind. He looked around and saw him.

"Tom Locke!" the senior shouted angrily and rushed to him, slamming his big hands like bear's paws on the table. The nearby meals were shaken so hard that they jumped up and fell down, staggering around.

Tom tightened his grip on his fork warily.

"What on earth did you do!" The senior was still roaring, and it could be said that he was very sincere - a burly man with red eyes, staring at Tom with tears in his eyes, as if Tom had deceived him. Love, defrauded his property, maybe even defrauded his body...

Tom shuddered because of his own association, but he also lost some of his anger at being yelled at for no reason.

"Hello. Who are you?" Tom asked. He felt that he really couldn't be expected to be particularly polite to a guy who came to trouble for no reason.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, as if his train of thought was interrupted by Tom's answer.

"Oliver Wood." He said with an increasingly obvious cry, "Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team."

He also heard his own cry, wiped his eyes with abandonment, and began to complain: "We haven't won for five consecutive years. We have been very unlucky... We have lost worse every time. After the last time we competed with Slytherin, I couldn't even look up at Snape for weeks..."

He desperately grabbed his short hair and roared: "Are we not working hard? I dare say we train harder than any academy!"

The Weasley twins added: "That's right, our clothes haven't been dry every time since school."

"Finally, we have—" He glanced at Harry quickly and swallowed the name of the team's "secret weapon." "This year's team is the dream team. As long as we practice hard, we will definitely be able to engrave our name on it." On the Quidditch trophy!”

"But! But..." He grabbed the tablecloth and wiped his face dejectedly, "Mrs. Huo Qi said that all flight training must be suspended...the flight lessons have also been stopped. It is completely impossible to practice. No matter how good the team is, it will not work together." No way, we’re screwed.”

Wood sat down, buried his head in his arms and cried: "I'm already in fifth grade, I still have a few chances...I'm sorry for Gryffindor..."

Tom's hair stood on end.

An emergency halt to all flights? That obviously won't be just for one college!

He quickly glanced around the hall, and sure enough, not only Gryffindor, but also many students on the long tables in other houses were glaring at him. At least half of the students were just pretending to eat. Their perked ears, glances from time to time, and almost no other chatter proved that they were actually watching.

"What does this have to do with me?" Tom asked dryly.

A senior senior who was taller than Wood at the Slytherin table stood up and asked harshly: "How come it has nothing to do with you?" He strode over and bent down to look down at him, "Don't think that you didn't offend Mrs. Hooch. People know. If it had nothing to do with you, why was there a ban on flying after that incident?"

"If we really stop Quidditch," he pointed his thick finger at Tom threateningly, "we'll see."

"Flint!" Wood stood up with a roar and glared at him fiercely, "This is our Gryffindor business!"

"Not anymore," Flint replied, looking back at Tom and shaking his fist.

"Do you think Professor McGonagall will be happy to deduct some points from you if my foot slips, falls on your fist, and then yells at you to hit me?" Tom also stood up, leaned forward and asked Flint. road.

Flint's eyes widened and he quickly took a few steps back. Then he seemed to feel that this was not quite right, so he snorted and repeated the cruel words he just said: "We'll see." After saying that, I quickly returned to the Slytherin table, for fear that the new student would really fall down on purpose. Fall on top of him.

"Wood, the ban on flying is only temporary." Tom sat down and raised his voice deliberately, "If I guess correctly, this is just because Mrs. Hooch is going to renovate the school's flying field and equipment to improve safety during this period."

He comforted: "Think about it, Wood. If training is safer, wouldn't you be able to train more freely? Maybe those tactics that you didn't dare to practice before can be mastered and used as trump cards in the future?"

"For example..." Tom racked his brains to think of one, "Wonsky's fake move?"

"Oh." Wood said slowly, the light finally shining in his eyes again, "So...it's just temporary?"

"That's right, it's definitely just temporary." Tom assured, but in fact he was also worried.

Wood left doubtfully.

"Then we have to hurry up and discuss new tactics." He said, and forcibly took the Weasley twins away.

This new ban was keeping all the students distracted these days, even dampening Harry's joy at receiving a broomstick as a first year. Fortunately, it didn't take long - although in the eyes of many students it was like a year, but it was true that in less than two weeks, Mrs. Huo Qi announced that flying lessons would be resumed.

"We made some new attempts." Mrs. Hooch told Tom. "It was very troublesome. Almost all the teachers participated, and Dumbledore was a big help. In order to ensure safety, each of us went up and tried it again. Even Si Professor Knapp—" She smiled lightly, "Don't tell him I told you this. In fact, I think someone who is not good at using a broom should try it to see if it works."

"So," Tom lowered his voice, trying to hold back his laughter, "Professor Snape isn't very good at flying?"

"Everyone has their own merits, Mr. Locke." Mrs. Hooch's face was serious, but Tom could see that she was not really angry.

At Tom's request, she promised to take the Quidditch team captains of each college to visit the new stadium first - "Please, Mrs. Hooch, if you don't give them some reassurance, I'm really worried about being caught in the corridor one day." Put a sack on him and beat him!"

"The ground has been modified, and Dumbledore himself cast a spell to ensure that when it falls, it will be as soft and elastic as if it fell on your own bed." She introduced, "Double insurance, within one meter of the ground, is A powerful slow-fall spell. This is just a safety measure, so pay attention during the competition. If you deliberately land within this height, or deliberately jump down to hit someone or something, you will be considered a violation." She absolutely believed that if you didn't Add this sentence, these children can play a lot of tricks.

"And your team uniforms will be kept by the school, and various protective spells have been cast on them. The teachers will recheck them before each game, so you don't have to worry about the spells failing." Mrs. Huo Qi said, "I emphasize again, these They are just protective measures, not used to play with your new tactics. Any student who wants to take advantage of the loopholes will be punished."

In addition to Quidditch, their flying lessons have also changed a lot. Tom didn't know what it was like in other grades, but the flying class in the first grade became indoors. The floor of the classroom is covered with soft cushions, and the ceiling has also been modified. It looks like a large piece of soft jelly. Even if you kick on the ground too hard and rush up, you will only hit the soft body and be gently crushed. Slowing down to a standstill, even getting stuck in it doesn't affect your breathing. The only problem is that he will be stuck inside, and he can only wait for Mrs. Hooch to wave the magic wand to put him down.

"It's sweet." Neville, who often rushed into the ceiling, told them, "Maybe it really is jelly."

"Maybe it's the body of a slime." Tom didn't want to taste it at all.

Hermione was very satisfied with this height and wandered slowly around the classroom. But more students are still eager to go outside and fly laps.

"That will have to wait until you master the basic flying skills." Mrs. Huo Qi responded uniformly to similar questions, "Yes, there are advanced classrooms, which are larger, with safety nets and slow-fall spells. But don't think about it. , I will assess your flying skills before Christmas, and only if you pass the test will I consider taking you to the advanced classroom."

Harry didn't really care about this. Anyway, Wood organized Quidditch training every Wednesday night, and he could fly in the sky until he was satisfied.

Tom didn't care much about this. Most of his thoughts were on his book.