[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

In the early morning of June 6th, Harry was woken up by Sirius's enthusiastic barking.

The big black dog sat at the foot of the bed holding a homemade lucky card in his mouth, grinning widely and wagging his tail like a propeller.

"Good morning, Sirius." Harry fumbled to put on his glasses, took the piece of parchment, folded it in half, and found a muddy paw print on it.

"Thank you, I like it very much." Harry was amused by Sirius. He bent down and rubbed the black dog's furry ears. The heavy tension about meeting the Dark Lord was slightly dissipated.

He hugged the docile big dog and felt the warm touch under the fur. The thought was as uncontrollable as the wildly growing weeds, so he asked it in a low voice: "Do you... hope that your parents will be resurrected?"

Harry felt the muscles of the black dog under his hand tense instantly.

The black dog jerked its head to look at him, and for a moment, Harry thought its eyes had turned completely black.

"Stop talking nonsense, Harry." The black dog turned back into a scrawny handsome man and said hoarsely, "There has never been a true resurrection in this world. It is no longer the realm of mortals." He rubbed it comfortingly. He rubbed Harry's messy hair - the same messy hair as James'... but it did not extinguish the fire in Harry's heart.

But the Dark Lord... Harry thought.

"It's time for you to get up." Blake signaled that the topic was over. The black dog stretched out its front paws, lifted the bed curtain, and jumped out.

Harry hung his head.

There will be no convenient time to talk next. Although the contestant was exempted from the final exam, his friends still had to prepare nervously for today's History of Magic exam. Ron was already running around the dormitory in a panic, shouting: "There's still half an hour! I can't remember the names of those rebellious goblins!" Seven

Ron caused a small chaos in the dormitory, and the other roommates began to flip through the History of Magic textbooks in a panic, hoping to use the last time to memorize something.

Harry had to step in to appease them: "Shall we go have breakfast first? It's not too late to eat and watch at the same time."

The Hogwarts auditorium is much livelier than the dormitory. You can hear students shouting everywhere: "Where's my pen! Who has seen my quill!" "I don't have the standard color ink! Who can lend it to me?" A little!" "History of Magic Examination Secret Paper! Only one galleung!"...

"Hogwarts...it's been such a long time coming." The Dark Lord stood at the door and said with emotion as he watched the scene.

"I've always believed in the appeal of Hogwarts to you, Tom." Dumbledore stood beside him and said in a relaxed tone. He then glanced at the other Tom beside the Dark Lord with his smiling blue eyes.

Voldemort caught his gaze.

"I think that for a stubborn wizard like you, it's best for you to realize that it's not appropriate to continue to call me by my old name." The Dark Lord said slowly.

"Again, this is probably the annoying part of being a teacher. To me, you will always be Tom Riddle." Dumbledore said happily.

Voldemort smiled noncommittally.

"I can be considered a teacher now," his spider-like slender fingers rested on Tom's shoulders. "I understand to some extent the joys and headaches of being a teacher... Fortunately, although this student is naughty, At least he has outstanding talent, and the most rare thing is that he is also liked by you... You won't change your view of this child just because I admire him, right? "

"Say hello to Headmaster Dumbledore." The Dark Lord gave Tom a gentle push.

"Good morning, Headmaster Dumbledore." Tom smiled, feeling so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear without a trace.

"Good morning, my boy." Dumbledore smiled kindly at him. "It's good to see you are well."

"Why are you worried about him following me?" Voldemort said hypocritically, "Forgive me for being so passionate about talents for a moment, but I really can't bear to have such a talented person become a mediocre person in the ordinary education system, or become a mediocre person. After many detours... I took the child away and taught him carefully."

"When it comes to magic skills, there is hardly anyone in the world who can compare with you." When it comes to character and integrity, that's another matter.

Voldemort laughed, pretending not to hear Dumbledore's sarcasm.

"It's just that I'm going to be busy soon," he said openly, without concealing the malice behind the word "busy." "I don't have time to look after this annoying little bastard. Doesn't this remind me of my old principal? Is he ready?" Like an ordinary caring parent, he pushed Tom in the direction of Dumbledore, "You treat him as your own child, hit him when he needs to be hit, scold him when he needs to be scolded, as long as you can I won’t say anything about educating your children well!”

Such a naked instigation... Tom rolled his eyes covertly, and then saw Dumbledore wink at him playfully.

"Oh, Tom." Dumbledore wiped his glasses, "I am really touched by hearing these common words from you... It seems that you finally feel the power of love."

"You are still so omniscient, Dumbledore." Voldemort showed an evil smile, "It's still the same as last time. Is it because you have a good relationship with the local bartender?"

He was maliciously bringing up the humiliating experience when he came to Hogwarts for the last time to apply for a job - Dumbledore used the excuse that he had a good relationship with the local bartender to reveal that he had brought a group of Death Eaters to celebrate his getting the teaching position in advance - -Dumbledore certainly didn't give him what he wanted. But it doesn't matter, the Dark Lord must pay his debts.

Voldemort watched with pleasure as his old headmaster's face darkened.

"Is he okay?" He gave Dumbledore another pleasant jab.

"He's very good," Dumbledore said coldly. "Every sane wizard knows that some witchcraft is not an area that mortals should be involved in."

Voldemort clicked his tongue contemptuously.

"I've always wondered how a wizard like you could be so content with a mortal life," he said. Before Dumbledore could answer him, he deliberately stabbed out another sentence: "Is it because of any trauma he suffered when he was young?"

"This is the first time I know that you are so interested in me, Tom." Dumbledore stared at him, "If you want to write a biography of your old professor, I will be happy to authorize it for you."

Tom rolled his eyes to take a peek at Voldemort's face, but the hand pressing on his shoulder became harder. So he honestly lowered his eyes and looked at his toes.

"You have taught me many things," Voldemort said, skipping the topic of writing a biography. "I hope this child can learn it too."

Voldemort and Dumbledore exchanged sharp glances without giving in. There was some sadness in Dumbledore's eyes, but Voldemort only found such sadness very ridiculous.

Then he actually laughed.

"This little bastard," he called Tom affectionately, "is much more cunning than I was back then. He even made a fuss and refused to go back to school a few days ago just to avoid the final exam."

"I have nothing to do with him. I will officially send him to school in the next school year. Then, I will ask the principal to take care of him." The Dark Lord stretched out his hand to Dumbledore.

"Teaching students is our bounden duty." Dumbledore held his hand, and it felt like holding a piece of slippery ice.

"I will try my best not to let any child follow your old path, Tom." Dumbledore stared at him with sharp blue eyes.

"Then you have to watch out, Dumbledore." The Dark Lord laughed, his red eyes rolling, and his eyes fell on Harry Potter who suddenly covered his forehead in front of the Gryffindor table, " You must be careful and keep an eye on it."