[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom could feel the Dark Lord's faint gaze falling on him. His consciousness was tightly curled up and hiding in his soul body, stiff and afraid to move.

After a while, he gradually became aware of another crucial question - when should he wake up?

He didn't recognize the spell the Dark Lord cast on him. Perhaps the Dark Lord had figured out so many other uses of magic during his wandering years that he didn't even know if he should open his eyes at this moment - —Perhaps the Dark Lord is watching him, waiting for him to wake up?

The Dark Lord hooked one hand on the armrest of the armchair, and stretched the other hand toward his head with great difficulty. Tom weighed it quickly and still lay motionless.

His judgment was not wrong - a black light bloomed between the Dark Lord's fingers, and he tapped lightly on his forehead. He immediately felt his body vibrate, so he followed his intuition to release his consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

"What did you do to me?" he asked warily, tilting his head back to avoid the Dark Lord's fingers.

"Nothing," the Dark Lord sat down on the chair again, "I have warned you many times not to indulge your magic power - look, isn't this a magic riot?"

Tom shook his head and looked at him distrustfully.

"Hey, hey, you ungrateful little bastard!" the Dark Lord raised his eyebrows and scolded, but he didn't really look angry, "I just groomed you just now - haven't you noticed that your mind is much clearer? ?"

Tom knew then that he should act more energetic.

He imitated the Dark Lord and moved his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Gryffindor!" Then the Dark Lord also turned his face and ordered him angrily, "Why are you still hanging on the ground! Drag your old schoolmate aside!"

"It's in the way!" He cursed after him, not knowing who he was scolding.

Tom just thought he was talking about Wormtail, and dragged the short wizard to the sofa with great effort, and picked up a newspaper from the sofa.

"New arrival?" he asked nonchalantly, as if the suspicion and brief friction against the Dark Lord just now didn't exist.

The Dark Lord ignored him.

Tom opened the newspaper and took a quick look. The Daily Prophet spent several pages describing how Harry rode his broomstick and narrowly snatched the golden egg from the angry Hungarian Horntail. It also came with a picture of Harry. He looked at the dynamic photo of Min rushing to hug Harry in the tent for a long time.

"The newspaper was delivered very quickly this time," Tom looked at the date. "Harry got 40 points! First place!"

The Dark Lord finally spoke up: "Tie for first place." He said contemptuously: "After he had been thinking hard for many days and still got nothing, and I had to personally give him some inspiration, I could only reluctantly share the first place with others. The honor of being a first-class student - Hogwarts should really reflect on its own educational system."

"You? Personally?" Tom asked suspiciously, "But before you said that you can use illusion spells, transformation spells and eye disease spells to deal with dragons-"

"Yes, yes," the Dark Lord interrupted him mockingly, "That must be possible for your dear friend!"

Tom coughed loudly.

"It's cool to use a broom, to dominate the airspace, and then throw something down - ha, the rod of God!" Tom imagined that he was sitting on a broomstick and hovering in the sky - and then a series of broomsticks went out of control, causing him to slip and fall. The possibility of falling instantly awoke him.

Then he saw the Dark Lord looking at him thoughtfully.

"You make sense." He nodded approvingly at Tom, which made Tom immediately feel uneasy.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, but the Dark Lord changed the subject -

"Christmas is coming soon," the Dark Lord said. "Do you want any presents?"

I want you to put me back right away and we'll never have to deal with each other again - Tom swallowed this wish sensibly.

"I don't know, maybe I should get a wand?" He spread his hands towards the Dark Lord, "I haven't practiced magic in a long time."

"Ah, well, I miss my old buddy too," the Dark Lord said softly, "Whether it's Wormtail's or Jorkins', they're both so uncomfortable..."

"Jorkins?" Tom heard an unfamiliar name.

The Dark Lord glanced up at him, but still answered him: "Wormtail came to his master with a precious gift... It was an unexpected surprise, I dare say when he captured that woman Didn't realize how useful she was. Thanks to the intelligence in her brain, we were able to make this plan..."

The Dark Lord was deep in thought, seemingly going over his plan over and over in his mind.

And Tom realized that his authority over the Dark Lord seemed to have increased - of course, this was not surprising...

"It's Christmas," the Dark Lord said to himself, "I have been waiting for thirteen years, and I don't mind waiting for a few more months..."

"Waiting for the chance to kill Harry Potter?" Tom decided to take the risk and ask.

"Kill Harry Potter?" the Dark Lord said softly, "Ah, I understand what you mean - my poor wild boy," he looked at Tom with a smile, "you are so concerned The safety of your friends..."

"But what about them?" the Dark Lord said in a whispering voice, "If they see you again, especially if they see you still safe and sound by my side, what will they think of you?"

"You are Gryffindor, you know what they will think..." the Dark Lord whispered to him, smiling pityingly, "Will they raise their wands at you?"

"Even if I herd you back into the crowd, you will clearly realize that you are out of tune with them." The Dark Lord said softly, "Doubt and scrutiny always follow, and pride and prejudice are like gangrene on the tarsal bones... You've got nowhere to go, Tom."

Tom scowled.