[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom was angry with the Dark Lord.

For a moment, he was so angry that tears welled up in his eyes. There were at least 10,000 curse words under his tongue, and he didn't know how he could bear it without even spitting them in the Dark Lord's face.

This anger didn't go away until he woke up the next morning, even when his hair magically returned to its original shape.

He decided never to speak to the Dark Lord again, and in retaliation, he now ordered meals without the Dark Lord's share when he didn't want to eat Peter's cooking—

-The Dark Lord doesn't care. He was busy doing his magic experiments underground with a face on his face. The discarded parchments were scattered all over the floor. Some of them were sketches of weird magic arrays, some of them were poorly considered potion formulas, and some of them were sketches of strange magic arrays. The ritual process has never been deduced, only a few words...

Peter was the only one who was frightened every day - he had to go down to deliver food to the Dark Lord every day, and now without Tom occasionally interjecting and neutralizing, he had to face the disturbed and manic Dark Lord alone.

On the other hand, Peter has to be wary of Tom, who is immersed in studying the magic book...Who knows when this young master will decide to practice it again?

Moreover, Tom, who was sulking, had no intention of giving Nagini a bath. The big snake, who was used to enjoying the two-legged beasts washing its scales, naturally came to Peter.

Peter: "..."

Peter felt bitter in his heart, but Peter did not dare to say it.

The crow never came back, and there were only four living creatures in the whole house. The Dark Lord didn't speak, Tom didn't speak, Nagini couldn't speak, and Peter didn't dare to speak - the atmosphere in the house was so depressing that Peter felt like he was going crazy - He dares to say that Azkaban is more lively than here!

Peter quickly figured out a way. While delivering the meal, he fearfully reminded his master that Barty Crouch Sr. was still under the control of the Imperius Curse, but it was almost the end of the year. Should he check on Crouch's condition?

"You have a point, Wormtail." The Dark Lord put down the bottle and looked at him with glowing red eyes.

"If you need..." Peter bowed, "I'd be happy to-"

The Dark Lord's hand was on his head.

"Very well, Wormtail, I always believe in your loyalty." The Dark Lord said lazily. Under his fingers, the silent black light slowly penetrated into Peter's head, and Peter was unaware of it. .

"It only takes two days, my master." After receiving the Dark Lord's affirmation, Peter became much calmer and said confidently, "You know, I can disguise myself as I want and sneak to Crouch without anyone noticing. At home, make sure he can continue to be 'ill'..."

"Well... what about those official documents sent to his home?" the Dark Lord reminded.

Peter was speechless. It was clear that handling the job of Director of the Department of International Cooperation at the Ministry of Magic was beyond his capabilities.

"He...he's sick." Peter said timidly, "Can't you handle it?"

"And what about the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts?" The Dark Lord's fingers on his head moved slightly, and the black light penetrated faster. He went on to ask, "As the organizer, the United Kingdom, and as the director of the Department of International Cooperation, did he not attend because of his serious illness?"

"Ah... this..." Peter racked his brains, "The failure of the World Cup stimulated him, uh, he was embarrassed, and fired the only house elf, uh... emotional stimulation, no one to take care of him, plus dealing with the World Cup After the follow-up to the Triwizard Tournament and other work pressures, he became seriously ill and needed... um... rest? We could pick someone to represent him at the Christmas dinner. Like... Promote a personal assistant? Pick someone who is passionate about doing things Newcomers, newcomers will be very active in showing off their talents and taking jobs, eager to do everything well to prove their abilities... And the newcomer itself means that he does not know his boss well enough, so we will have a lot of room for activity... "

Peter said as he came to his senses. "I will carefully check the official documents sent to his home," he promised, "and select a suitable candidate... an ambitious guy who wants to do all the work for his boss..."

The black light between the Dark Lord's fingers flashed again, and Peter, who was still unaware, received more inspiration - "Yes... it could even be a candidate who is leaning towards Dumbledore... Gryffindor or Hutch Patch is fine...so Dumbledore won't be unduly suspicious...".7

"Okay, let's leave it to you. Remember, Wormtail, you will never allow any mistakes..." the Dark Lord emphasized, "The plan has reached a critical moment, and I don't want to see any mistakes. You Understand?"

Peter stooped lower.

"Yes, yes...my master..."

"I hope you can bring me a surprise in two days, Wormtail." The Dark Lord let go of his hand, "Just like last time, give me a little surprise to prove your talent."

"Of course!" Peter replied in a sharp voice, then bowed and exited the potion room before straightening up with satisfaction.

"You will take care of the Dark Lord these days." He said to Tom, his tone different from usual.

Tom glanced at the cheerful rat with a raised eyebrow.

"What about you?" he asked.

"The master assigned me a task." The short wizard said arrogantly, "Of course, I can't tell you the content of the task." He grinned his yellow teeth at Tom with an obvious sense of superiority.

Are you going to cooperate with the Crow to find Principal Dumbledore's brother? Tom speculated. But he didn't show anything on his face. He just said a faint "Oh" and continued to read his magic book.

Peter stood awkwardly for a moment, his face darkening. But after all, he didn't dare to say anything and didn't pack his things. He just transformed into a plump gray mouse and ran away along the wall.

When it was time for dinner, Tom prepared the milk powder slowly and reluctantly, and then handed it to Nagini.

Nagini: "???"

"You go and bring him food." Tom said.

Nagini didn't even move. She spat out a message, saying that she had no hands at all.

"Move your tail," Tom taught it. "I saw that you were very good at curling the tip of your tail around the sofa and lifting it up last time."

Nagini raised her head angrily and hissed at him: You had the nerve to say that last time! If I hadn't had an idea last time, I would have turned into a snake skewer! Is the tail used for this kind of thing? ah? ! It's okay since the sofa is so big. Can you see for yourself whether the size of the baby bottle is suitable for me to roll up? I didn’t even notice if it dropped midway!

Tom couldn't win the argument - mainly because Nagini looked so agitated after being reminded of that thrilling escape that she wanted to show her fangs. Tom didn't want to try yet to see if poison resistance would improve after becoming a wizard.

So he could only take the bottle and deliver the meal to the Dark Lord in person with low pressure.

Since he had decided not to talk to the Dark Lord, Tom could only stand beside the Dark Lord silently, hoping that he would notice the meal when he finished his work - as for what if the milk got cold after waiting too long... hmph , it’s the Dark Lord who drinks it anyway.