[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom hates Mondays.

He was feeling a little unhappy about having a busy week ahead of him after a wonderful weekend of waking up naturally. Fortunately, the magic mist people are already very capable. They supported their lazy master with his eyes closed, and they changed clothes, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and even applied a layer of cream - that's all. The force of the slap was a little stronger, knocking Tom awake.

He walked down the stairs of the dormitory sleepily, with the industrious mist dragging behind him. Some were still making beds, some were rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find a custom-made quill that suddenly came to mind, and some were rolling it in a hurry. School bag... It wasn't until he reached the middle of the brightly lit common room that Tom realized there was something extra in the room. Harry and Ron were standing behind the crowd with their mouths open in shock, watching.

A large notice was posted on the Gryffindor notice board, so big that it covered up everything else on the notice board - the auction of second-hand spell books, the school rules that Argus Filch regularly reminded, the Quidditch team Training schedules, notes to exchange drawings of chocolate frogs, new ads for the Weasley brothers looking for someone to experiment with, dates for a weekend trip to Hogsmeade, and lost and found items. The new notice was printed in large bold letters, with an official-looking seal at the bottom and a neat cursive signature next to it.

Hogwarts High Inquisitor Order

All student organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby dissolved.

Organizations, associations, teams and clubs are hereby defined as regular gatherings of three or more students.

Reconstruction can be requested from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge).

No student organizations, associations, teams and clubs may exist without the approval of the Senior Investigator.

Students found to form or join any organization, association, team or club without the approval of the Senior Ombudsman will be immediately expelled.

The above regulations are in compliance with the "Education Order No. 24".

Signed: Senior Investigating Officer Dolores Jane Umbridge

The students all looked worried about this. Ron's face was particularly gloomy and he whispered: "This doesn't look like a coincidence, don't you think?" He was asking Harry.

"Didn't you sign a confidentiality agreement or something like that that day?" Tom asked from behind, startling the two of them.

"Uh... I mean, who would have thought?" Harry felt depressed, "Besides, there are so many people in the bar, we don't know how many people here can be trusted... Anyone could run to Umbridge. Tell the truth...".7

"There's a lot of people in the bar..." Tom repeated, in disbelief, "So you didn't even cast a soundproofing charm?"

"They are joining in one after another..." Ron defended, "The atmosphere is very lively, we didn't expect..."

"This sounds too unreliable. It's impossible. Hermione should have taken confidentiality measures." Tom felt that it was unreasonable and decided to ask Hermione.

"I'm going to find her!" Ron volunteered, and then his collar was caught by the magic mist, which prevented him from slipping down the stairs that suddenly turned into a slide.

"Don't be stupid, boys can't enter the girls' dormitory." Tom said helplessly, his mist spread, and he knocked politely on Hermione's dormitory door.

Hermione hurried downstairs and was about to ask what was wrong when she saw the notice on the notice board.

"Someone must have snitched on him!" Ron said angrily.

"No way," Hermione whispered.

"You're so naive," said Ron, "you think that just because you're honest and trustworthy -"

"No, it's impossible, because I added a charm to the parchment we signed." Hermione said seriously, "Believe me, if someone goes to tell Umbridge, we will definitely know, and they will You will truly regret it.”

"Let me just say," Tom breathed a sigh of relief, "there must still be confidentiality measures. What about the soundproofing spell?"

Hermione's look told him she'd forgotten.

"There shouldn't be any nosy people in the bar?" Hermione said nervously, "I mean, except for us, we were all adult wizards that day. Who would care about such a trivial matter as setting up a study support group in the school? ?”

Although she said this, she still looked at Tom in despair, because she could not think of any other possibility of leaking the secret.

"Of course..." Ron said slowly, "We do know that there is one person, a student, who knows this secret, but he didn't sign the parchment, right?"

He looked at Tom.

Hermione had already called his name angrily: "Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

Harry also said it was impossible.

"I'm really grateful for your trust." Tom said sullenly, "So in order to avoid suspicion, I'd better not ask anything, right?"

He ran off, angrily walking past the Fat Lady's portrait.

He didn't sit with the three of them during breakfast. Hermione was holding the plate and wanted to say something, but soon the flustered students in the auditorium, who were about to talk to themselves, distracted her attention. She had to gesture here and there to stop them all from coming together.

After she managed to hold them all down, she realized that Tom had walked away wrapped in his mist.

"You did a good job, Ron," she said through gritted teeth.

"I'm just raising a possibility." Ron said uneasily but firmly.

"But that's very unlikely, Ron," said Harry.

Ron snorted.

Tom was originally sitting alone during the History of Magic class. He sat in the middle of the long table, with the mist filling the two sections tightly. He looked like he was keeping away from strangers. The other students walked around and walked around, which was a good idea. Raco came over happily after seeing it.

"Did you quarrel with them?"

The schadenfreude in those words could not be suppressed at all.

Tom glanced at him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gryffindor...it's not worth being angry." Draco didn't frighten him, and even ordered: "Come over here, I'll put my school bag." He just sat down next to him.

"Wait, I'll vent my anger on you."

"Stop messing around -"

"Stop messing around and shut up, they are coming." Draco solemnly took out a piece of parchment, looked at Harry and the others walking in, and raised his voice: "Yes, Umri Qi asked the Slytherin Quidditch team to continue activities. I went to ask her early this morning. Hey, it was almost automatic. Let me tell you, she is very familiar with my dad, and my dad often goes to and from magic. Ministry..." He deliberately shook the official parchment, "Oh, we'll see if Gryffindor can continue its activities, right?"

"Don't get angry," Hermione immediately grabbed Harry and Ron and said pleadingly, "He just wants to provoke you... For Merlin's sake, don't make things worse..."

Harry's mind was buzzing, Quidditch team! Oh my god, he didn't expect that the team in the notice included this!

"Impossible." Ron's face turned pale, "Why is there still something about Quidditch?"

"Don't get mad - think about your Quidditch," Hermione immediately seized on the new point of persuasion, "Angelina wouldn't want to find her team members fighting in class when she applies to reorganize the team!"

"I mean," Draco raised his voice a little more, his gray-blue eyes flashing maliciously towards Harry and Ron, "Some people should be carefully scrutinized for their suitability for extracurricular activities, right?" Tom stepped on him to shut up.

Harry and Ron sat down with cold faces and clenched fists. Hermione herded them to the very back and sat at the very outer end, just in case they couldn't bear it and rushed out to beat them.

"What happened this morning—" She leaned over to talk to Tom.

"I understand very well, no need to say more, Hermione." Tom looked at the blackboard and said coldly, "It's best not to tell me this kind of thing in the future to avoid misunderstandings."

Draco made a face on the side and was stepped on by Tom again.

"I don't have any-" Hermione said urgently, but was once again interrupted by hitting Tom.

"It's time for class, Hermione."

Hermione pulled out her History of Magic textbook and slammed it onto the table.

"Boy!" she said angrily.