[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"You seem to be getting along well," Dumbledore said.

Tom didn't understand what he meant. He gave Dumbledore a confused look.

"Not everyone can get along well with their out-of-control magic," Dumbledore said, "otherwise it wouldn't be called 'out-of-control magic'."

Tom looked thoughtfully at his excited magic mist, and found that apart from the fact that his body could not withstand such a large amount of magic power, there was really no sign that these magic powers were incompatible with him. Even at this point, his magic power was floating around him honestly, without any sign of forcing its way into his body and completely turning him into a ball of silence.

It can be said to be a very good magic power.

"I haven't thought about it that way." Tom admitted, "I thought... magic is part of me - it's a bit weird that they also have their own ideas, but if you think about it, it's not that unusual. , the octopus also has more than one brain."

"Keep that in mind," said Dumbledore cheerfully, "I like takoyaki."

Tom's magic tentacles "turned" and "stared" at him warily.

Dumbledore winked at them mischievously: "It's really delicious."

So those tentacles "turned their heads" and "stared" at Tom. Even if he didn't accept the vague thoughts coming from his mind, Tom knew what they wanted to express... He covered his forehead and promised angrily and amusedly: "I know, I know."

So the magicians "lowered their heads" with satisfaction and continued to look at the purple and auburn wand.

"You can't wait, can you?" Dumbledore suggested, "Give it a try?"

"Uh, okay." Of course Tom knew that it would be safest to try the wand's effect under Dumbledore's nose first. Even if the magic output was too large for a while or the spell mutated again, Dumbledore would always be there. Much more reassuring.

As soon as the wand was in his hand, Tom felt a familiar warmth. The head of the wand excitedly fired a series of golden-red fireworks, and the remaining sparks fell down, shaped like Fox's gleaming feathers when he stretched his wings.

Tom was hesitant about which spell to cast, and finally he chose the first spell taught by Hogwarts: the Levitation Charm.

"Yingardium Leviosa!" Tom waved the wand, and then the wand trembled violently, spraying out a large strong airflow, so fast that it even made a whistling sound, and rolled up unceremoniously. Everything in the principal's office was removed, and even Dumbledore himself was lifted up by the mist that became excited along with it.

"Ehehehe -" Dumbledore laughed after being briefly surprised, and even adjusted his posture in mid-air to ball up the magic mist to make them more comfortable, "a very interesting effect."

"They are also happy to serve you." He touched the magic mist again, and touched the tentacles until he impatiently shook his hand away.

"That's it." Tom said with some embarrassment, holding the wand and not sure whether to release another curse-mainly because he was not sure how this curse would be executed. "They are very proactive...but...well, the Dark Lord always said that letting the magic do whatever it wants is what the evil god style can do."

"He's right about that." Dumbledore changed his posture again in mid-air. It was obvious that he was floating in mid-air without using his own magic power or borrowing the effects of magic instruments. It was also very novel for a wizard like him. of.

"Magic is very magical, but uncontrollable power often leads to tragedy. The magic spell is a safe remote control that wizards have figured out one after another to limit the effects of magic. There is nothing wrong with the magic spell you cast, it is your magic power I particularly like you and actively participated in the process of coordinating the magic spell, which caused the effect of the magic spell to mutate."

"I thought it was because my magic power had mutated." Tom murmured.

"To a certain extent, yes. But like I said, your magic gets along well with you. If it's just a mutation of magic, look at your current magic. What do you think will happen if you cast a spell normally? Sample?"

"Uh... death energy attack or phoenix fire setting fire everywhere?" Tom guessed.

"It's all possible. Even under normal circumstances, the mutated spell may harm the caster himself."

"But my spells don't..." said Tom, "even some dangerous magic..."

"This is proof that magic favors you." Dumbledore said, "The favor of magic will also lead to the mutation and strengthening of some magical effects. You will find that some wizards are particularly good at certain types of magic, such as my transformation spell. Little reputation."

"So..." Tom vaguely heard something and asked tentatively, "Are you going to guide me?"

"No, it's not me." Dumbledore was strangely silent for a while, "Judging from the direction of your current magic mutation, I am not a suitable teacher."

"...I know an old friend. He is very good at playing with fire." Dumbledore's eyes fell on the corner of the table, as if the smooth wood grain suddenly became worth studying. "I think this is the same as death." Phoenix fire is closer...at least closer than transfiguration. If you don't object-"

He paused, waiting for Tom's answer.

Tom hesitated for a moment because Dumbledore's reaction was so unusual. He is very good at playing with fire and is an old friend of Dumbledore... He first searched the memories of the Gaunt family and found that this family has been very reclusive (or declining) in recent times and knows nothing at all. Then he went through the memory of the Dark Lord's Soul Piece again, and found that the only one who could match the number was——

Gellert Grindelwald.

The first Dark Lord who was imprisoned in Nurmengard by Dumbledore himself.

Good guy, he also said that there are Dark Lords everywhere around him. The professor has it on the back of his head, his friend has it on his forehead, he has it hidden in his pet’s head, he has it sewn on his soul robe... Emotions. This principal is the dark devil of running water and the white devil of iron.

"...Okay." Tom said. He knew that Principal Dumbledore would be able to tell from the change in his tone that he had a suspicion.

Dumbledore was finally willing to look at him again. After a while, the old principal stood up, took out his wand and recited the dispelling spell, causing everything in the office to return to its original position. Then he pushed aside a huge portrait on the side wall, revealing a hole.

"This is the first time I know that it takes so long to try a wand." An old man with all white hair came out complaining. He was skinny and even looked a little weak when he walked. The wizard's robe looked empty on his body, but his aura was like that of a thin tiger in the roaring mountain forest. When he looked at people in his strange-colored eyes, he seemed not to pay attention to them at all. Here, they are just grazing prey.

He strode towards Tom, bringing with him a cold breath. The fog around Tom expanded like a hair, churning and trying to intimidate him.

Then the old man waved his hand casually and slapped him away. "Don't block your view." He said sternly, snatched the wand from Tom's hand, raised it and began to look at it.

"Internal wear and tear..." He muttered and threw the wand back into the wooden box. "There is no need to use such an unnecessary thing." He looked at the magic mist around Tom with interest, "Attack me."

"What?" Tom asked stupidly.

The old man raised his eyebrows, and in the next moment, a fierce blue fire rushed towards Tom.