[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Danger!" Tom's mind sounded the alarm.

Then at this moment, all the magical mist around him exploded, and countless gray-white threads stained with golden-red flames or deep death energy shot out and intertwined to occupy all the space.

Tom staggered on the spot - his magical mist pulled out more "companions" from his body as support - several thick and powerful tentacles popped out from his back, carrying the weakness that had been forcibly squeezed. Tom climbed up to the ceiling with a "thump thump thump" feeling, narrowly avoiding the oncoming fierce fire.

Tom was suspended from the ceiling, his limbs hanging down helplessly. From the corner of his eye, he saw Principal Dumbledore holding the Elder Wand and dexterously twisting a wand. Then the space in the office suddenly became larger, and it was filled with various kinds of things. Tables and coffee tables with silverware suddenly seemed out of reach.

And his "old friend who was good at playing with fire" was like a conductor, raising his hands in a rising gesture, and the blue fire surrounded it like a lit gas stove. He made a circle -

Sorry, he really didn't mean to think of a gas stove.

Gray-white silk threads were densely surrounding the outer circle of the Lihuo like a spider web, unceremoniously trying to compress the burning range of the Lihuo, but instead they were licked by the jumping tongues of fire, and in the blink of an eye, a big hole was burned out, and was subsequently burned. Threads came one after another to make up.

"That's it?" the old man with strange eyes sneered, snapped his fingers, and jumped up high with a roar - Tom's magic tentacles grabbed him and moved him quickly, making Tom dizzy.

"Running away is shameful but effective, isn't it?" The old devil continued to mock, causing Li Huo to continuously lengthen and change its shape, turning into hideous and terrifying magical creatures chasing after Tom.

"If you don't have enough determination," said the old devil, "you shouldn't break into the world of magic rashly!"

Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly.

So the old devil lowered his tone and snorted, which sounded like a sinister apology: "I really hope I didn't hurt your sensitive self-esteem, kid."

Tom was really dizzy, and it was difficult for him to observe from such a wandering perspective, but the dangerous warnings in his spiritual sense never stopped. He knew that those blue and sharp fires were still chasing after him, and his magic mist They have once again transformed into tentacles with sharp blades, slashing and intercepting the monsters transformed by the fierce fire.

Not enough... Tom thought. His will was fully implemented in the magic mist. The greedy tentacles spread out and opened countless mouths. They all took a deep breath——

Grindelwald's smile froze, and the boring, time-killing meaning in his eyes also disappeared. He even had to secretly increase the control of Li Huo with all his strength, in order to ensure that the child's magic power would be devoured like a whale. Continue to maintain a strong state of fire.

That's right, after those magic mists found it difficult to extract more "companions" from Tom, they chose to draw more magic power directly from the outside world!

"Well," Dumbledore sighed, "at least now we have found another reason for the magic leakage."

——The water inlet is not blocked, so of course the water in the swimming pool cannot be drained.

Tom didn't hear Dumbledore's words, he had no time to pay attention to it at the moment. He is concentrating on trying to spread his will into every trace of magic mist so that he can perform more precise operations...

To be honest, he was a little annoyed too. The last time he was hunted like this was when he faced the big black dog. Even Voldemort could only hit him twice with an invisible pointer at most, but never attacked him so contemptuously or even playfully.

There was no such urgent need, so even though Voldemort had taught him to use his own will to command magic, he had never tried so wholeheartedly to let his will spread along with the magic. But the opponent he faced now could control Li Huo at will, and he could no longer cope with the free use of his magic power.

Under pressure, his more or less naughty magical powers in the past accepted him obediently, and his thoughts floated freely in the mist... He felt light and airy all over, as if he was the magical mist itself, and every touch Feet, every silk thread is like an arm pointing fingers——

"Gale!" Dumbledore's expression changed and he warned. From his perspective, Tom's figure had faded away, and he could only see a mist-like figure - which reminded him of Obscurus. He drew his wand, ready to intervene.

"I'm watching." Grindelwald answered him lazily, and then with a wave of his arm, Li Huo climbed up the wall, sealed the window, and approached Tom menacingly.

What should I do if my child is deformed? Just give him a good beating and he'll be fine.

Grindelwald has plenty of experience with this.

The mist moved deftly, avoiding the approaching tongues of fire. Either in mid-air, or sneaking into the wall, or crawling on the ground... Countless mist-condensed threads are connected together, like a complex and huge magic circle.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows: "Forbidden Demon?"

Before Tom made the final stroke, the old devil finally glanced sideways at Dumbledore.

This is what he meant to stop preparing for this little test. 7K妏揩

Of course there is nothing he can do to deal with it, but considering that he can't destroy his office or his students in front of Dumbledore, the best way is of course...

A wisp of sharp fire touched under the principal's desk like a human hand and pressed a mysterious button. As a result, the entire office was filled with golden light, and countless golden translucent barriers engraved with mysterious runes rose from all directions, moving around, forcibly squeezing together the fog that filled the office.

The golden cage formed by the barrier became smaller and smaller, and the mist that was scurrying around hit the walls everywhere. In the end, there was no way to escape, and it finally changed back to human form with a bang.

Tom sat dizzy on the ground, gray-white mist surrounding him, and beyond was a tight golden translucent magic partition. The whole person looked like a poor kitten that was accidentally captured by cunning humans.

"Just like that," the old devil commented harshly, "waste of talent, no experience in fighting enemies, and rely solely on the accumulation of magical power - I have already said that this education method at Hogwarts will not work."

"Thank you for your review, Durmstrang Undergraduate," Dumbledore replied.

The old devil, who was expelled from school because he blew up half the school due to his black magic experiment, snorted without guilt, walked to the golden cage, and looked at Tom condescendingly.

"Remember what you felt just now, kid." He said, "A wand is not a necessity for a wizard. A wizard without a wand is still a wizard, but a wand without a wizard is just a stick."

"...I...just now..." Tom said hesitantly, subconsciously turning his fingers over and over, "Is it...?"

"It's no big deal." Grindelwald was not interested in this, and did not take a big living person turning into mist as a big deal - and then he got a warning gaze from Dumbledore.

"As long as you remember who you are," he explained impatiently, "and make sure your will is above all else—"

Dumbledore glanced at him again.

"There's no need to be so sensitive, Dumbledore," the old devil said, not even sharing it with him from the corner of his eye.

"I think it's getting late," Dumbledore said. "Are you okay, Tom?" He also came over and asked kindly, lowering his head.

"Perhaps?" Tom replied hesitantly. The relaxed feeling of being able to move his fingers freely and freely just now still remained in his brain. His magic mist surrounded him more intimately than before, moving freely inside and outside his body.

Dumbledore held out his hand to him.

Holding the principal's hand, he easily got out of the cage this time.

"What is this?" He looked back and asked.

"A little defensive measure." Dumbledore winked at him, "I think tonight's class is enough for you to digest for a while... Come to my office at this time next week?"

Tom nodded obediently and couldn't help but glance at the old devil secretly. The old devil was looking at the scenery outside the window and did not look at them.

"Take this..." the principal thrust the wooden box containing the wand into his hand, "but if you want to practice spells, you must stay here with me, okay? I will say hello to the professors."

Tom nodded obediently again.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder and walked him to the door.

"I think... you know that some things are not suitable to be said, right?" He finally warned, and Tom nodded for the third time.

"Good boy." Dumbledore smiled and pushed him out of the principal's office.