[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom was playing a game console that night - although he had already done a lot of things to turn against guests, even the living room had been renovated due to the failed curse experiment last time, but Professor Snape installed a TV in his house without his permission. The machine still looks a little bad, and the Dark Lord doesn't agree to let a group of Muggles come in to install and debug it, so Tom can only choose to play with the game console in his leisure time.

As soon as he controlled the game character to rush to the bottom of the level to confront the mini-BOSS, the Dark Lord floated up from the underground potion room, and the manic pressure swept over every creature in the cabin. Tom gave his game character a hand died.

"Let's go," the Dark Lord said shortly, and Peter walked up to his master without self-control and took him into his arms with a look of horror on his face. Nagini swam over quietly, wrapping her tail around Tom's calf and gesturing for him to follow.

Only Tom dared to speak in this almost stagnant atmosphere: "Where are we going?"

The red light in the Dark Lord's eyes flashed unsteadily, but the voice that answered the question was still calm and cold: "Go and meet our old friends."

Tom heard in it a warning to "shut up." He threw the game console aside and walked over to Peter.

Peter's hand holding the wand stretched out tremblingly, and tapped the old coaster on the table: "Mentos!"

Several people and a snake all put their fingers or the tips of their tails on the newly made door key, as if they had been kicked roughly from behind. After a dizzy feeling in the air, they stepped on the ground again.

This is a small, dark, and very dirty room, which exudes a strong smell of mutton. Thick dirt accumulated on several of the bay windows, and it was completely dark outside. I don't know if it was just because it was dark, or if the windows were so dirty that no light could come in.

Candles burned on several rough, scarred wooden tables. At first glance, I thought the ground was compacted mud, but when I stepped on it, I realized that centuries of dirt had accumulated on the ground that was originally paved with stones. When Tom discovered this, he looked around desperately and found that there was no clean place to stay in the whole house.

Throw these shoes away when you get back. As he thought, he raised his eyes as high as possible to avoid looking at the dirty dirt on the ground.

Facing the closed and dilapidated door was an old, dusty counter, with extremely dirty glasses on it that had not been cleaned for a long time. It exuded a strange feeling. The disgusting smell of spoiled food.

The whole room looked like a small bar, but Tom couldn't think of anyone who would choose to dine in such a disgusting place. It was indeed the first time he had seen a bar with such poor conditions. Didn't the Ministry of Magic have any control over it? Health inspection or food safety department?

"Whoever we're meeting, can you please hurry up?" Tom urged, holding his breath. "To be honest, I feel like throwing up."

"Be patient, my young master." The Dark Lord seemed to be in a good mood, and even teased him, "We will stay here for a while, and I don't think you will make the environment worse."

Tom's heart skipped a beat. Things that make the Dark Lord feel good are most likely not good things.

There was a sound of fans, and a huge black crow with a golden crown flew down from the second floor and landed on the wooden table.

"It's already being prepared," Anima said.

"I thought it was ready." The Dark Lord said, turning his head slightly in Peter's arms, "Look, the guests have arrived. But the banquet is not ready yet. It's really rude -"

The baby-sized Dark Lord grinned ferociously at the dizzy boy who suddenly appeared in the bar, and called out the customer's name: "——Harry Potter."

Tom curled his fingers, and a thin ray of gray-white mist shuttled back and forth between his fingers.

Harry, who was teleported by the portkey, fell to the ground in embarrassment and had not recovered yet: Mr. Crouch seemed to be crazy, Professor Moody suddenly teleported him away, and Krum somehow came to his senses. A spell of forgetfulness... Everything looked so weird and crazy, as if he had mistakenly entered a stage play where everyone knew his position, and only he did not get the script. The worst thing is that now it seems that it is the turn of events. It's time for him to perform.

He was still lying on the ground, squinting and groping for his glasses that had been thrown aside. His posture was awkward, but his other hand had already grasped the wand under the cover of his robe.

"It's too sudden," the crow flapped its wings and replied boringly, "It's good to be able to put the pot up in such a short time. But I think our guests don't mind waiting a little, right? , Harry?".7

"I'm sorry..." Harry was still touching his glasses, looking up at the source of the sound with a confused face, "Who are you?"

"Do what you have to do, Wormtail." The Dark Lord interrupted them in a cold voice.

Peter raised his wand: "Quickly imprison him!"

A thick hemp rope was conjured up, and Harry was tied up one after another from his neck to his ankles - Harry also raised his wand and shouted: "Except you -"

The raven flapped its wings and knocked Harry's wand away. But since the wand chain had been wrapped around his wrist, the wand was only out of hand, but it was still hanging on the other end of the chain, dangling in the air.

Harry was still turning his wrist in an attempt to grab the wand when the crow stretched out his head, broke the chain with a click, and then scolded: "Look at the good thing you did, Tommy."

"...Tom?" Harry, who was tightly tied up, looked back and forth with his highly myopic eyes, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Tom moved his fingers but said nothing.

The Dark Lord's gaze came over, with pressure.

"Bring our old friend, boy." The Dark Lord said, "We are going to prepare for the banquet."

Nagini gently tapped Tom's calf with the tip of her tail, urging him on.

Several Dark Lords were watching him at the same time.

Tom walked over, picked a spot on Harry's clothes that was not dirty, grabbed him, pulled Harry up, and put on his glasses. The two long-separated friends finally saw each other's faces clearly through Harry's round glasses. Harry was confused and shocked, while Tom's face was expressionless.

Wormtail hugged his master and turned around to walk upstairs. The crow made a "please" gesture with its wings, and Nagini gently hooked his ankle with the tip of her tail and pushed him.

"Let's go." Tom looked away first and stopped looking at Harry.

"Where is this?" Harry stumbled and followed, with countless questions in his mind, "Where have you been this year? Who are they? What are you going to do?"

Either Tom doesn't know these questions, or they can't be explained clearly in a sentence or two. So he could only remain silent, while desperately trying to draw a line in his heart.

The crow followed merrily up the steps, hopping along behind, teasing maliciously: "Talk to your friend, Tommy?"

Tom ignored him.

"Who is this?" Harry struggled to turn around. He always felt that the giant crow looked familiar, "Is it Tweet? Has Tweet grown so big? Can it still talk?"

Yes, yes, it can also turn into a woman. This woman is also the ghost of the Dark Lord. I will scare you to death if I tell you!

Tom thought distractedly, still saying nothing.