[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom gained another brief period of peace - of course, based on poor Professor Snape's unknown sacrifice - the Dark Lord was busy directing Wormtail to brew the potion, and then set the level of Wormtail's potion. He was so angry that he had to use his young body to try to make his mysterious prescriptions with difficulty.

And Tom only needs to listen to his call from time to time and drink a few cups of strangely colored potions. As for the potion's effect, the Dark Lord only said that it is a potion that strengthens the body and soul - as for strengthening whose soul. As for the small details, anyway, the split soul has become a knot on the robe of knowledge, and Tom won't ask about it.

His magic was running smoothly - or rather, his magic was very lively and willing to jump around. The Resurrection Stone will occasionally vibrate, then inhale a large amount of magic power, and spit out some magic power that feels more profound and mysterious. Those magic powers feel more stable than the original magic power, but I don’t know how effective it is when it is evoked... It’s a pity that the cabin in the woods was That mysterious power was no longer spit out by it.

The time gates in the knowledge robe still couldn't be pushed open. He always had an intuition that the time had not come yet, so he could only look at the knowledge nodes to learn. But a lot of that is ancient knowledge, and Tom is not sure if he can keep up with the progress if he still has the chance to return to Hogwarts - maybe he will be very biased?

Fortunately, he dug out the O.W.Ls exam syllabus from Professor Snape's bookcase, but unfortunately he didn't see the textbooks for all subjects - this was a matter of course, so he could only roughly estimate his level based on the exam syllabus.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts... this should be classified as a self-study subject!" Tom said to himself as he turned over the book. Next to him was the satiated Nagini lazily curled up in a ball. "Let me see, as long as I use it Can the Patronus Charm directly lead to excellence?" Tom curled his lips and said sourly, "Disgusting."

"Potion... it's okay. I hope my magic power won't have much impact on brewing the potion. The history of magic, herbalism, ancient magic texts and astronomy are all rote memorization... Divination? Now compiled. Arithmetic. Divination, no problem... Muggle studies?" Tom raised his head and thought for a moment, mainly because he was not sure how much "Muggle common sense" wizards had made up based on their own knowledge, which was full of errors and omissions. "Let's read the book then. "

"The main problem is spells and transformation." Tom was a little worried about this. He didn't have a wand, and he hadn't tried casting a spell since returning from his adventure in the woods cabin.

"Nagini?" He turned and called the snake, "My dear Miss Nagini?"

The giant snake spit out the message lazily and asked him what happened.

"Can you catch some little animal for me?" Tom asked. "I'll order you a takeout of lamb chops!"

Nagini hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to do some exercise after dinner, and crawled out of the window with a snake body.

It was indeed a very capable hunter, and soon drove back a small hedgehog and some gray mice for Tom.

"No, no, no, I don't want this kind of rat." Tom almost jumped on his feet and drove away the smelly, dirty rats that probably escaped from the sewer just now. "I don't want to wash the floor! It's all bacteria!"

Nagini spat out the letter unhappily.

"I didn't make it clear," Tom apologized hastily. "I thought the rats here were the kind that lived in warehouses and were cleaner..." But I forgot what a messy residential area Spider End Alley was.

"Okay, let me take a look..." Tom lowered his head again and flipped through the exam syllabus, "Basic means still life transforms into still life, passing means transforming still life into still life, good means transforming animal into still life, and excellence means transforming still life into still life. Cross-species transformation.”

"For example, transforming a hedgehog into a pincushion? Is it because transformation requires common characteristics? Or is it because this is just an ordinary wizard level exam, so association is allowed to reduce the difficulty?" Probably the latter, Tom remembered that Professor McGonagall once turned the podium into a pincushion. Got a pig.

"Try it..." The gray-white mist rushed out impatiently, and Tom, who looked like a human-shaped steam engine, turned his head and warned: "Miss Nagini? Please change your position to avoid accidentally injuring you."

The big snake slithered behind the sofa.

Tom concentrated his attention and began to outline the shape of the pincushion in his mind, and then projected his thoughts on the hedgehog through magic power - the mist fluctuated with joy, squirming like some ancient and huge reptile, as if full of joy. He pounced forward and grabbed the dazed prey, forcing his way in through every visible and invisible gap——

Eh eh eh? Is there something wrong with my magic? Tom's eyes were as wide-open as the innocent hedgehog's.

Then he saw the hedgehog scream silently, twisting and expanding, like a ball of plasticine being kneaded wantonly by the mist - the next moment, the hedgehog swelled into a strange shape, and Tom intuitively He threw himself to the ground, and then the thorns all over the hedgehog exploded, screaming and flying in all directions, making a loud noise at every landing point!

Amidst billowing black smoke, several waves of explosions, and of course Wormtail's horrified screams, the Dark Lord hurriedly rose up from the potions room on the ground.

"Quiet!" He waved his hand, and the black smoke rolled back and disappeared quickly. .seven

The Dark Lord angrily floated in the messy living room, looking around at Nagini who was holding up the sofa with the tip of her tail as a shield, Tom who was still lying on the ground, and who was lying on the stairs of the secret door holding a bloody hole in his arms. Wormtail, whose legs were crying in pain, and a pink, grotesque mass of flesh, asked sinisterly: "Who - come - explain -!"

"I'm sorry, teacher." Tom raised his hand honestly, sat up and wiped the ashes from his face. "it's me."

"Okay," the Dark Lord's anger turned towards him, "Should I thank you for helping stingy Severus decorate his house?"

"I tried the Transfiguration Charm," Tom replied obediently, "and turned the hedgehog into a pincushion. But something seemed wrong."

"What do you care about this thing?" the Dark Lord pointed at the trembling mass of flesh. "It's called a pincushion?" He landed on the ground, and with a flash of black light, he sucked out a half-arm-long piece of cold light from the hole in the ground. The needle pricked the ball of flesh. The meat ball made a strange squeezing sound, but there was no other abnormality. So he pulled out the needle again, and just as he exerted force, the needle flew out with a "pop". The Dark Lord quickly turned his head and watched the needle fall to the ground with another explosion and disappeared. In the newly dug hole.

The Dark Lord fell silent.

"...I told you about the consequences of letting magic power flow freely, right?" The Dark Lord asked calmly, with a coldness in his calmness, "How does it feel to almost be stabbed into a hedgehog and then die without a whole body? ?”

Tom sat on the ground and looked up at him very obediently.

"I'm sorry..." he defended, "but I really didn't let them play freely this time..." He raised his fingers and swore, "I really carefully constructed the model of the pincushion! I don't know why it turned into so."

The Dark Lord's eyes lit up red. He glanced at Tom, and then the red glow faded.

"Okay." He stopped and thought, "That may be the reason why the magic power is beyond the control of the body."

Tom didn't answer. He suspected that it was due to the combination of magic power mutation, excessive magic power, and the more destructive new type of magic power spit out by the Resurrection Stone.

"Stop crying!" The Dark Lord glared at Wormtail impatiently, moved his fingers, and a ball of flowing silver-like substance covered the wound on Wormtail's leg, "Restore the house to its original state!"

"And you!" He turned to Tom again, "You are not allowed to perform magic outside of my supervision!"

"But I'm going to take the O.W.Ls exam next year," Tom said, "and you're so busy -"

"That thing is useless." The Dark Lord said scornfully, "It's not practical at all. I don't dominate the magical world by calling for divine protection."

Tsk tsk tsk, this tone... it sounds like the Dark Lord can't cast the Patronus Curse.

Tom didn't dare to say it.