[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The sultry summer was gradually passing, and Tom was allowed more and more opportunities to go out for a walk. Occasionally when he was walking on the country road, the freed lamb would peek at him from a distance. Seeing that he had no special reaction, he boldly came closer and closer. He was jumping around, playing the "top horn" game with him with the tender little lamb's horn. The ewe always stood quietly not far away and watched them, with a huge shadow covering them quietly. When the lamb had enough fun and ran towards it happily, it would lower its head and nuzzle its child. Then he slowly held the gift in his mouth and placed it in front of Tom. Sometimes it was a cluster of wild flowers in bloom, sometimes it was a branch full of wild fruits, and sometimes it was an unknown rhizome dug out of the ground - all of which were taken back by Tom to add to them. Dinner.

The Dark Lord disliked this very much, especially when he saw him carrying the roots still stained with soil.

"Wild boy," he said coldly, "I really hope you didn't pull it out of the ground with your bare hands."

"Of course not." Tom answered him with a smile, and stuffed the roots to Wormtail to make soup, "The magic is very magical."

The Dark Lord snorted noncommittally, not quite believing that Tom could carry out such precise control.

"Stop indulging your magic, Gryffindor." He said, knocking the troubled student on the head as usual, "Sooner or later, the uncertainty of magic reaction will make you suffer."

The gray-white mist around Tom expanded for a moment like a protest, and then quickly shrank back under the Dark Lord's pressure.

Tom patted the aggrieved magic around him, washed his hands first, and then ran to the dining table to prepare for dinner.

The crow that had not been seen just now had landed on the dining table and was drinking water. The Dark Lord was flipping through a stack of newspapers with his soft, boneless snake hands.

"Any news?" Tom sat down and asked tentatively.

"A little gossip."

Tom didn't believe a word of what the Dark Lord said. The Dark Lord pays attention to gossip? What a joke.

He stretched his neck to try to peek, and the Dark Lord's invisible pointer came down with a swipe. The sound was very fierce, but it didn't hurt when it fell on his head - but Tom still pretended to shrink his neck.

The Dark Lord snorted again, flipped through the newspaper from cover to cover, then put it down on the table, rolled up his spoon and started eating his mushy food.

While Tom looked at the Dark Lord's face, he slowly reached out and pinched a corner of the newspaper.

"Teacher?" he asked quietly, raising his eyebrows.

The Dark Lord was eating his own food and ignored him.

That means no objection.

Tom took the newspaper in front of him with peace of mind, and when he saw the huge single photo of Harry on the cover, his heart tightened.

"Triwizard Tournament series report?" Tom read, "Triwizard Tournament?" He repeated it again, always feeling as if he had heard this term somewhere.

"The Triwizard Tournament is a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school will produce a warrior, and then three warriors will compete. Three magic events. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years and is hosted by the three schools in turn-" Anima answered.

"But it has been suspended for many years, right?" Tom remembered, "Because there were too many deaths, and also because of some changes in the world situation..."

"It has been dormant for centuries," Crow said, "but the Ministry of Magic has decided that the time has come to restart it."

Was this opportune time chosen by Dumbledore, or was it achieved under the will of the Dark Lord? Or was he overthinking it and it was just a coincidence?

Tom lowered his head and continued reading the report: "An ugly scar is a reminder of a tragic past, destroying Harry Potter's originally handsome and charming face. His eyes -"

Harry... entered the competition?

As the representative warrior of Hogwarts? ?

It's not that he looks down on Harry, but judging from Harry's magic level, it's really difficult for him to participate in such a dangerous competition as a representative... You can't just choose who is famous, right? Maybe he was just being interviewed as a student representative of Hogwarts?

"When our conversation turned to his parents, whom he barely remembered, those startlingly green eyes filled with tears—"

This was definitely not how Harry behaved. Who wrote the report... He looked back and said, oh, Rita Skeeter, that's not surprising.

"I think my parents gave me strength. I know if they could see me now, they would be very proud of me. Yes, I still cry for them sometimes at night and I feel like admitting that It’s not a shame. I know nothing can hurt me in the game because they are watching over me...".7

Come on, sure, Harry is in.

But Harry is not someone who likes to be in the limelight at all.

Tom put the newspaper down and couldn't help but look at the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord had drained the paste from his small bowl and was wiping his mouth gracefully.

"Eat," he ordered coldly, noticing Tom's gaze. "If you don't eat, you'll be cold - for Merlin's sake, I never thought I'd say such a thing!" He let out a terrible sound. Wormtail, who was sitting on a small stool at the door of the kitchen, echoed with a frightened laugh.

"I know, I know." Tom said perfunctorily, picking up the spoon and scooping some soup to drink, "Did you arrange for Harry to participate in the competition?"

"Eating without speaking—" the Dark Lord scolded.

Tom made a gesture of surrender, finished his portion in three mouthfuls, and then looked at the Dark Lord longingly.

"Unruly brat," the Dark Lord sneered, leaning back in his chair, without actually being offended.

Tom pouted.

"Do you want to get rid of Harry in the Triwizard Tournament? That sounds like a good idea, it would make everything look like an accident-"

"Accident?" The Dark Lord laughed horribly, "No."

"Harry Potter," he whispered the name softly, "he belongs to me."

Tom was confused.

"You want to do it yourself?" He frowned and couldn't help but look at the strange and weak body of the Dark Lord impolitely. If he used this honor to sneak into the competition and pretend to be some kind of magical creature, it would indeed be possible...

The Dark Lord's invisible pointer roared down again.

"What rude things are you thinking?" the Dark Lord scolded.

"Just wait and see." He said gloomily, with a confident and confident contentment, "What the Dark Lord wants, he will definitely get."

Tom's puzzled look pleased him, and the Dark Lord laughed again: "You can't think of it? You can't think of it." His red eyes projected into the distance, "Just so that none of you can think of it..."