[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

No, it was not like a black cloud pressing down at all, but the entire sky suddenly turned dark and fell heavily.

This is obviously... heaven is falling!

Tom lay in the mud, unable to hide or escape. The small bald phoenix in the palm of his hand struggled hard and got out of his weak hand, making the palm of his hand itchy. Fox stumbled and stepped on his chest. It was no bigger than a fist, but it held its head high and spread its featherless wings as hard as it could, blocking him in front of him.

"Chirp -" it screamed fiercely at the honey-skinned feathered Dark Lord on the treetops, its young tail tone trembling.

Anima laughed heartily.

"Fox...Tweet..." Tom murmured their names, probably because he saw that he was already in the game, everything was inevitably slipping into the worst situation, and he calmed down in his heart.

"Light...darkness..." His laughter was muffled by the roar of Anima's laughter, "Ha, how much worse could it be?"

Without even looking at the dark and falling sky, he struggled to raise his other hand to his eyes, staring at the cracked gem in his hand, as if he could see the fallen madman through the gem.

"Did you...have expected this day?"

"Yes, sometimes, we just need a little sense of humor from fate..."

Tom coughed up blood and laughed as the dark power rushed into his body. "Let's add some seasoning to them..." He forced the magic power into his palms and crushed the stone left by Lockhart. "I want to see... how bad things can get!"

The blue smoke exploded, and such a small gem actually shattered into invisible dust that could cover his whole body. It floated in the air, but was not blown away by the wind or forced back by the heavy dark force. He did not give in to the bright power bursting out of Tom's body, but instead enveloped Tom's body like a piece of semi-solidified blue nephrite, making Tom seem to be solidified in heterochromatic amber.

"I like playing games..." Tom felt as if his body was being stretched, twisted, and crushed inch by inch, but his spirit was left with a trace of clarity stimulated by the blue smoke. This was probably the Eye of Gilderoy for him. There is a possibility of "escaping one" among the fate left behind.

"I also want to know who is more skilled." He fumbled with the gold chain around his neck. What he needed most at this time was accidents. The more accidents, the better. Before, he was worried that he was trapped in so many unspeakable troubles, but now he was only worried that there were not enough people playing the game. He didn't have the strength to break the situation himself, so he could only find ways to bring in more variables to make those situations deform during the collision, allowing him to get a glimpse of the possibility of escape.

Tom pulled the timer off his neck. The hourglass wrapped in the dust of time was very strong, but it could not withstand the conflict between the dual forces of darkness and light. It also exploded in the blue amber, and golden dust fell freely. in his body.

Time twisted abnormally, and the invisible and colorless yet colorful time seeped out silently, dyeing the blue amber with indescribable colors. The invisible giant slowly moved its gaze over.

Light, darkness, vitality, death, destiny, and time are intertwined, fighting each other with Tom's body as the battlefield.

Seeing Anima holding her hands, she was very happy: "Okay, okay, I have an idea!"

"That's it, we will never sit back and wait for death in front of the fate given by others... These are the juniors I admire! These are the students I teach!" She bowed slightly towards the increasingly solidified heterochromatic amber, her eyes sparkling. Shining brightly, "Fight as much as you like!" She opened her arms again toward the sky, and the wind blew her feathers fiercely and fluttered behind her, like a huge dark flag, "Use your pain and unwillingness...as much as you want... Please please me!"

She laughed wildly and summoned a strong wind, which rolled up the giant eggs that had solidified on the ground. When Dumbledore's angry flames lit up on the top of the castle, they flew away on the wind like a big bird holding an egg.

Her message drifted along the wind: "You made a miscalculation in this round, Dumbledore!"

The white-bearded principal stood on the top floor of the castle, watching coldly as the bird-like black figure disappeared into the sky. His right hand was wrapped with a shackle made of black death energy, and the other end of the shackle was wrapped around the front paw of a black dog as big as a bear.

"You should die here." Black Dog said solemnly, "Although it is not at this time, you should die here."

Dumbledore turned around and looked at it. There was no emotion in his blue eyes behind his round glasses.

"At my age, there is nothing to be taboo about. Death or immortality is just that." He said calmly, raising his strangely shaped wand towards the black dog, "But my students Still very young, please——"

"Get out of his body!"

"Insolent and rude!" The black dog jumped up quickly and dodged a beam of red light. "He is already dead. He will eventually return to the land of the dead. It is I who protect him -" 7K叏婩

What responded to him was a giant web of criss-crossing red light. The edge of the web was dragged across the ground, and the floor tiles paved with thick stone slabs turned into carbon color with a sizzling sound.

"Who needs protection," Dumbledore said slowly, "Let's wait until we finish the fight."

"Bah." The black dog stuck out its tongue immodestly, and flooded the big net with death breath. It squinted at the wand in Dumbledore's hand with some fear, "Who can you protect?" It was unceremonious. He laughed at Dumbledore, "Death knows everything——"

It said and jumped again, escaping Dumbledore's sudden curse.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you." Dumbledore said without sincerity, "I'm just a little reflexively disgusted by the phrase 'all-knowing' - Tom - I mean the one without hair. - I like this sentence so much... You can understand it, right?" He turned his hand and made a trick with the wand. There was no fireworks in the movement of his hand, but the mark of a long and narrow knife and axe appeared in the blink of an eye. Presented, extending all the way to the black dog.

Then the trace was wiped away by the dog's claws burning with black fire.

The black dog became visibly angry.

"Okay." it said, "I will return your student to you - I want to see how long you can protect him? Death is always calling him, in every gap that you have no time to look at...he is always at any time They will pass through the curtain of death——" It jumped up deliberately in response to Dumbledore's curse, rolled its eyes, and the black fire under its claws was extinguished.

"Woof?!" Sirius, who was suddenly thrown out, howled miserably and hurriedly clawed at the dog's legs in mid-air. In the end, Dumbledore came first and added a magic spell to offset his original attack. .

Sirius Black fell to the ground in a funny position and barked in shock.

"I'm afraid I can't understand dog language yet, Sirius." Dumbledore lowered his head and smiled at the black dog, which was both kind and melancholy. He calmly hid his withered right hand in his sleeve.

"But we have a lot of time to talk about what happened back then and... your escape from prison."

The black dog looked up at his old principal in stunned silence, and reflexively clamped his tail.