[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

When Snape returned to Hogwarts, he carried a dazed Potter back.

Originally, he should have taken another annoying Gryffindor kid back with him - naturally he wouldn't ask if he needed to take Tom too, but Potter, who could never learn how to look at people, opened his mouth to ask. He said: "Tom won't leave?"

The Dark Lord had his own plan. Letting an obviously clever double agent take away his disciple or his Horcrux would be too flattering to this disloyal servant. But it was just right for him to take back the so-called savior boy who was like a lost dog. It showed his devilish demeanor and let Dumbledore know that his savior boy was just a person who could deviate from Dumbledore's designated route with just a few words. He was just a kid, so he didn't take him seriously anymore... But Tom's fierce rejection made him couldn't help but take another look.

"I don't!" Tom, who was already lying on the bed, said quickly, and firmly grabbed the corner of the quilt, looking very alert. "Wouldn't it be right to go back now to coincide with the end-of-school exam? I haven't been here for a whole year. It’s time to go to class!”

What the hell is this childish talk about "exams are tougher than the Dark Lord"! If this were at Hogwarts, Snape swore that Gryffindor's gem would fall off a good chunk.

"If you haven't learned as much after one year with me as you did in school," the Dark Lord said with a smile, "then I will think about cleaning up the door."

Tom rolled his eyes at the Dark Lord rebelliously: "Then I have to ask you to think about your curriculum a little bit - did you really not take any subjects when you were studying?"

"All O's," the Dark Lord pointed back at himself, "Excellent graduates. I just eliminated some courses that I found to be less practical after graduation."

Tom gave a perfunctory smirk. I think the most practical ones for you should be "The Encyclopedia of British Magical Laws and Regulations" and "One Hundred Practical Tips for Fugitives"!

"Okay, little bastard." The Dark Lord pretended to respect Tom's choice before giving in. The invisible pointer hit him on the head gently, then turned to Snape and said: "Tell Dumbledore, I am very I miss him so much and can’t wait to meet him.”

The Dark Lord grinned his almost lipless mouth, revealing his white teeth.

Snape nodded to his master without changing his expression, then took Harry's arm and retreated. Unsurprisingly, he saw his old friend Lucius standing alone in the corner of the dark garden, waiting for him.

"Severus!" Lucius greeted him warmly, "My dear friend!" He stepped forward and gave Snape a hasty hug - Snape endured it calmly - just like As usual, Snape felt the pockets on his wizard robes sink slightly, knowing that Lucius had stuffed some precious potion ingredients into the package.

He nodded briefly to Lucius and said only one word: "Yes." He would take good care of the little bastard from the Malfoy family.

Then the smile on Lucius's face became more sincere.

"I don't dare to waste your time. I think that person has orders." The cunning Malfoy directly used "that person" to refer to him. Even Snape didn't understand whether he was referring to the Dark Lord or the White Lord. . Maybe it's a pun.

The head of the Malfoy family opened the door for them personally and said: "Everything was in a hurry today and I couldn't entertain you well. If there is a chance next time..." He quickly hinted to Snape that the Dark Lord's return was also unexpected. He was surprised and tried to ask Snape to find some time to talk about what was going on.

"Let's talk about it later." Snape didn't give him a clear answer. He pulled Harry out of the door quickly and disapparated directly.

Lucius suddenly removed his smile when he saw that they had completely disappeared. His little dragon... Even though he knew he couldn't see anything, he couldn't help but look worriedly in the direction of Hogwarts.

Snape dragged Harry through the iron gate of Hogwarts. Filch was guarding the door with a candle, and the dancing firelight imprinted on his face, making him look particularly gloomy. But Harry found himself actually glad to see him right now. This at least proved that Professor Snape really took him back to Hogwarts, which calmed him down a bit.

Filch's skinny gray cat sniffed Harry with its big bulging eyes and barked several times.

"What do you smell?" Filch asked his beloved cat in a low voice, who was starting to look a little excited. He squinted at Harry warily, as if he suspected that he had taken the opportunity to bring some contraband into the school.

"Excuse me, please give me a moment." Snape said impatiently, "I want to take him to see the Headmaster."

Filch reluctantly stepped aside.

It was already very quiet in Hogwarts Castle. After all, it was past curfew and the students were all resting in their dormitories. Snape finally let go of Harry and coldly ordered: "Follow." 7

Harry didn't move.

He stared at Snape's back and asked: "Professor? What on earth are you..."

"Shut up." Snape didn't even look back at him, "Follow me, the headmaster wants to see you."

This sentence once again won a little bit of Harry's trust. He put his hand in his pocket, touched his wand, and followed Snape, whose black robe was fluttering in front of him.

"Pile of cockroaches." Snape read the command to the stone monster at the door of the principal's office. The monster suddenly came to life and jumped to the side.

They stepped through the gap in the wall and up the spiral stone staircase, the door closing behind him. The stairs rose slowly and automatically, and at the top was a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker.

Someone seemed to be talking in the office. Harry stood on the escalator and perked up his ears.

"Dumbledore, I can't see any connection, not at all!" It was the voice of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. "Ludo said Bertha was probably lost. I also think it should be We found her, but no matter what, we didn't find any signs of foul play, Dumbledore, not at all. As for linking her disappearance with Barty Crouch's disappearance, it's just nonsense!"

"Minister, what do you think of Barty Crouch?" Moody said in a rough voice. This made Harry's expression change.

"I think there are two possibilities, Alastor," said Fudge. "Either Crouch is completely crazy - and judging from his personal experience, this is very likely, and I think you will agree - he sent I'm crazy, confused, I don't know where I went -"

"If that's the case, he's going too fast, Cornelius," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Or - maybe..." Fudge's voice was a little embarrassed, but Snape's knock on the door saved him.

"Ha! You're back!" Fudge happily walked towards Harry, "I said the kid will be fine! He probably just fell into some pranks in this ancient castle, and then got lost briefly for a while... … We were talking about Mr. Crouch’s presence on the field that night, and you discovered him, right?”

"Yes." Harry said, staring at Professor Moody who still looked nonchalant. "It was Professor Moody who attacked me and used the portkey to transfer me to Voldemort." He pretended not to see Fudge because he heard He winced at the name and continued: "Voldemort is back."