[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

There is nothing particularly worth visiting in the British countryside. Even though there are country roads criss-crossing under the clear blue sky, they are all wild and interesting scenes that are rare in modern cities. However, after seeing too much, they just feel boring.

It is strange to say that although the Dark Lord took them to change strongholds frequently, they actually did not go far. They changed three houses in succession, and they were all near Little Hanlinton Village. If it weren't for the Dark Lord's inability to leave the country, it would be that there were still some secrets hidden here.

While Tom was thinking about it, he walked on the narrow dirt path. The magic power around him was much more active than when he was under the Dark Lord's pressure. The gray-white and black air currents branched off into countless tributaries and stretched to their heart's content. A few strands of newly blooming flowers wrapped in the ground floated to Tom's eyes for him to see.

"Hmm," Tom nodded perfunctorily, "It looks good - wait! Don't stick it in my head! No, no, no, I won't eat this either!"

He once again hurriedly waved away the magic powers that were courting him, and several other black energies that were secretly sucking out the life energy of the hedges beside the road froze and quietly pulled out the black threads from the trees.

"——I didn't say you..." Tom turned his head and glanced at the black spirits hanging by the bushes, and raised his hand to hold one on his arm, "Eat, eat, eat less, don't kill them. .” He muttered, raised the single fished out to his eyes, and began to study the golden-red light spots inside.

With its gold and red color scheme and flames, it’s hard not to think of Fox.

Previously, the main focus was on preventing the magic from completely getting out of control. In addition, he was always under the eyes of the Dark Lord, so he was somewhat hesitant to study these in detail. There's no one around right now, so it's a good time to give it a try. .seven

"Fox?" Tom unbuttoned a few buttons to reveal the phoenix tattoo on his body.

Sure enough, Fawkes, who had escaped from the Dark Lord's domain, was not completely pretending to be dead. He slightly moved his eyes to show that he was listening.

"These..." Tom didn't know what to call these golden-red light spots, "Do you want to take them back?"

Phoenix Tattoo rolled his eyes slightly in the opposite direction, which Tom took to mean "no."

"Don't want to? Can't? Still can't do it?" Tom asked.

The question was so complicated that Phoenix rolled his eyes.

Tom felt the black energy that was extracting the plant's life force pull him slightly - this "pull" was more on the conscious level, as if that part of the magic wanted him to pay attention.

"What's wrong?" Tom directed his attention, and the magic power shone in his eyes, helping him see things more clearly - the life energy extracted by the black air still showed extremely fine lines that seemed to be broken but not broken. Like silk threads, those white filaments were wrapped in his black energy, and the other end fluttered and slowly connected to a golden-red light spot in the mist. Then the light spot suddenly brightened for a moment, as if lamp oil had been added. In the dazzling light, you could see the center of the golden-red light spot, and it turned out that there was an extremely tiny black spot.

"What is that..." Tom forced more magic power to flow into his eyes to help him enlarge the image. The small black dot became clearer and clearer in his eyes, and more perceptions were projected over it... That subtle sense of familiarity... ...cold, empty, desolate...

"Death breath?!" Tom was horrified, and immediately remembered the death breath that the black dog exhaled when he attacked him before.

It turns out that it hasn’t been digested yet...

"Are you suppressing the death energy?" Tom lowered his head and asked Fox.

Fox blinked slightly.

Tom didn't guess what Phoenix meant for a while, but he soon understood - as he focused his attention, his magic powers seemed to understand that he wanted to solve this little black spot, and more magic powers turned to extracting The life energy, and a few others, pushed over several golden-red light spots nearby, and merged with the one that Tom noticed into a small spark.

"It's quite useful," a thought came to Tom's mind. "There is no need to completely erase their spirituality like the Dark Lord said."

Tom waited patiently for a while, taking a few steps forward from time to time to avoid sucking the surrounding plants to death in one breath.

However, although the black spots formed by the death energy were so small that they were almost invisible to the naked eye, they were quite stubborn. After being calcined for a while, they shrank slightly - if Tom's senses were not almost all around him observing, he could feel himself There was an indescribable coldness added to the magic power, and he would have thought that it was all in vain.

"Well, it seems that this is not something that can be solved in a short time." He smiled bitterly at Fox, "I have to go shopping. It's not good to come out for too long the first time." He reached out and buttoned the buttons again. , and then pretended to catch some of his black energy in the air, "Hey! Okay! Don't eat, it will be too conspicuous if you eat anymore. Let's go shopping, please be good."

The magic forces obediently pulled out of the plants, stretching in mid-air with their teeth and claws open.

Tom has no money on him, but he has a confusion spell on him. So he politely chose a house that looked a little richer and knocked on the door. He asked the other person to buy a lamb on credit, cooked a meal and packed it. By the way, he also borrowed the house's phone number and left a message for his parents - —First, report that they are safe, and then ask them not to return to the country in the near future. In addition, they must mail a sum of money to the kind Mr. Thompson who lent him his phone.

He wanted to reassure his friends that they were safe, but unfortunately, it was common practice in the wizarding world to use magic birds to deliver letters, so he didn't write down his friends' phone numbers at all - of course, most wizards didn't even have phones installed in their homes. .

A small magic trick like an origami plane can't fly very far at all. It's the limit for sending messages within the school. If you want to travel a long distance over mountains and ridges, and finally break through the magic barrier of Hogwarts... that's too much. .

"It is necessary to develop a long-distance messaging function." Tom muttered, and couldn't help but glance at the black mist floating around him.

Can they be expected to play freely? Tom thought whimsically.

Black and white mist:?

A few strands of mist came close to Tom's face and rubbed him affectionately.

"...Thank you." Tom said expressionlessly, using his magic power to wrap all the things he bought in the mist and float them, and followed him back.

Everything else was easy to talk about, except that the little lamb kept squealing and kicking its four thin legs. The ewe broke free from the rope and ran out, followed behind and screamed miserably. It jumped up and down on the ground, trying to use its mouth to pull down the baby floating in the air, but she couldn't reach it.

"..." Tom took a few steps and then stopped.

"Okay, okay," he turned back and looked at the ewe that was clearly trembling with fear but still lowered its head and rushed towards him trying to attack him. "Give it back to you." He raised his hands towards the ewe. , made a gesture of surrender, signaling to the black spirits blocking it to let it go.

At the same time, the mist surrounding the lamb dissipated, and it was gently placed on the ground.

The ewe turned and ran over, licking her baby, and big tears fell from their black and white eyes.

Tom looked at it quietly for a moment and sighed.

"It's really..." He moved over very slowly to avoid scaring them, "I don't know if this is a good thing..." He raised his finger, and a little glimmer of magic lighted up on his fingertips, "But having Power can always provide one more option when needed, right?”

The ewe and the lamb cuddled tightly together, watching him quietly.

Tom's fingertips lightly touched the foreheads of the two sheep: "Bless you. From today on, you are the magic sheep!"

It is not difficult to enlighten ordinary animals or transform them into magical creatures. All that is needed is the miracle of magic. If the amount of magic is insufficient, more skills are needed, but Tom doesn't care about the amount of magic right now - one of his main problems now is that there is too much magic, so after he painstakingly removes the magic containing death energy and gives After injecting a large amount of pure magic power into the two sheep, a burst of light started from the sheep's forehead and quickly expanded to their entire bodies——

The ewe's body began to elongate and become larger, and the mist around Tom surrounded him with interest. The ewe's painful bleating became much gentler surrounded by the mist. When its shape stabilized, he actually visually inspected its body. It is only about five meters long, but its muscles are very well-proportioned, making it appear tall and slim. It jumped on the spot a few times, and wind blew around its hooves, making its movements light and swift.

The lamb, on the other hand, did not change much in size. It rubbed against its mother's leg and bleated a few times. When Tom heard this, his mind was slightly dizzy, and the magic power in his body started to work automatically, quickly clearing away this negative influence.

"You're free," Tom said to them.

The ewe looked at him with clear eyes, bowed her front legs, lowered her head, and saluted him. Then it stood up straight, licked the child, which was now extremely petite for its size, and slowly walked deeper into the mountains with the lamb.

Tom watched them go, sat down on the ground, leaned against the tree, closed his eyes and began to relieve his dizziness and discomfort. He originally thought that since he had so much magic power, it would be nothing to transform two sheep. When the transformation really started, he realized that he had thought wrong. Transformation required pure magic power. If the magic power that was not under his control could also be transformed, then the result would be "free play". According to his current chaotic situation, In terms of magical properties, I don’t know what evil and weird creatures it will transform into.

Halfway through the transformation, the magic power he had sorted out was no longer able to hold on. If the magic power released outside had not spontaneously become interested and joined in the fun, and generally had tamed the idea of ​​not confronting him secretly, he would probably have I have to call the Dark Lord for help.

As for how the Dark Lord will evaluate him then...

"Oh, reckless Gryffindor."