[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom did try hard to control his outward magic power. Although in theory, a good wizard should be able to control his own magic power at will, but he became like this because his magic power was out of control. Even under the guidance of the Dark Lord, he gradually tried to use his own will to cover the invading magic power. Every time he tried hard until he felt dizzy and almost exhausted, and he still habitually indulged him a little. The magic power - for which he received many lessons from the Dark Lord - but he still could not fully control those magic powers.

When the Dark Lord cautiously led them to the third new stronghold, part of the vast black mist around Tom that looked like a villain traveling finally turned gray-white. As for the dancing golden-red light spots in the mist, Tom could do nothing about it - he did try to talk to the phoenix tattoo on his body, but Fox remained quiet and motionless, just like a real tattoo.

Tom directed his lively moving magic powers to separate them into distinct black and white, and then pointed it out to the Dark Lord: "Kuila!"

The Dark Lord, who was placed respectfully on the couch, raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

"Concentrate," he said coldly.

"I'm practicing controlling them," Tom shrugged. "There's not much else to do here anyway."

He was silent for a while. Seeing that the Dark Lord closed his eyes and was concentrating, and didn't seem to be in a particularly bad mood, he tentatively said, "It's too boring, isn't it?"

The Dark Lord ignored him.

"Can I go for a walk, dear Mr. Professor?" Tom asked in a sweet tone, "Just take a walk nearby or something, and bring back some food by the way-" He glanced at the people busy cooking in the kitchen. Wormtail of Rice, "Lest we keep eating those dark dishes..."

Although Wormtail's cooking skills are quite bad, so bad that Tom feels like he has to make a difficult choice between "starving to death" or "being poisoned" every time he eats, Wormtail is indeed the only one among them who can cook.

Naturally, the Dark Lord would not deign to serve his apprentice or servant, and Tom's magic power is too lively, and it is easy to be influenced by Tom's ideas and want to help. Why are there a few small strands of black energy sneaking around and wielding various kitchen knives? They were trying to help chop vegetables in mid-air. Why, when Tom was still rummaging through the cabinet for ingredients, the magicians couldn't wait to turn on the fire... And once Tom was angry with them, they began to fluctuate and tremble in a panic. More golden sparks come out, and cooking becomes a scramble to put out the fire…

So in the end it was Wormtail who took everything on his shoulders.

But the Dark Lord is not picky about food - this may also be related to the fact that he mainly drinks milk.

"I'll just take a walk nearby," Tom continued to persuade him, "find some fresh cow's milk and goat's milk from the villagers. Aren't you tired of drinking milk powder? You might as well ask them to stew some tender egg custard and bring it back. , you can try it, Nagini can also eat it, and Anima can also eat it——" 7K妏婩

"I want ice cream." The giant crow, lying on the sofa with his feet in the air, interjected.

Nagini hissed out the message.

The Dark Lord said something sinisterly in snake language, probably something like "Snakes can't eat ice cream", because the big snake on the carpet quickly coiled itself up again in dejection.

"A live sheep, or a calf, it's up to you." The Dark Lord raised his eyelids and glanced at Tom again, "Don't go too far, you know, Wormtail's confusion spell can't last too long. "

"No problem." Tom said cheerfully, and boldly touched the diary on the coffee table, "What do you want?"

The diary lay silently on the coffee table.

"I know you like living souls the most, and you definitely can't bring them back." Tom said, "What color ink do you like?"

The cover of the diary popped open, and a "friendly" reply appeared on the blank page: "Get out!" Then the diary closed again with a bang.

"Okay." Tom shrugged and walked out slowly, calling Wormtail as he walked: "Mr. Peter, please give me a confusion spell!"

Wormtail hurried out of the kitchen in disgrace, rubbed his wet hands on his apron, and then cast a spell on him.

"Thank you, take a rest for a while, I will bring a sandwich back." Tom smiled politely at him, and glanced at the wand that Wormtail had put back into his apron pocket from the corner of his eyes.

He misses his wand very much. Maybe with the help of the wand, he can control the magic more easily. Even if the effect of casting spells is faster, it is better than every spell now being out of control and like an explosion. Even the mildest orchid blooms mutated strangely under his current magic: countless orchids bloomed on the wall he pointed at in an instant, and then completed the process of blooming, blooming, and withering in just a short moment. In a lifetime, before the blink of an eye, a new Polish flower emerges from the withered mud, repeating the situation just now. Repeatedly, until the wall collapsed under the load, and on the rotten bricks and rubble, those orchids were still repeating their life quickly. Tom even felt with horror that the roots of those plants were quietly reborn again and again. Silently expanding the scope, occupying more territory.

He finally solved this mutated "orchid blooming" by relying on "All Curses Are Ended". Of course, his magic power fluctuated explosively and spread out, creating a temporary ban on magic. Wherever the black mist of his magic power reaches, Wormtail cannot cast a single spell. He will not be able to return to normal until the fluctuations in his magic power calm down.

That time, he had no choice but to run dejectedly to the Dark Lord and admit his mistake. He didn't dare to ask the Dark Lord if he was affected by this wide-scale "All Curses Are Ending" effect.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord just said something weird to him: "A three-year-old child wants to lift a thousand-jin cauldron? If you are looking for death, you might as well go farther away and don't spill blood on others."

"Ah, Gryffindor." This was the Dark Lord's final verdict on this experimental accident.

It's a pity that Tom never found his wand, probably because he couldn't save it due to the conflict between those forces when he was forming a cocoon.