[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Draco didn't wait for Tom in the greenhouse.

When the bell rang for class, Professor Sprout walked in with a flower pot in his arms and was about to call roll. Tom hadn't come yet. Draco rolled his eyes and said seriously that Tom had just finished the Care of Magical Creatures class. The lie of feeling unwell.

"Care of Magical Creatures?" Professor Sprout was stunned for a moment, "What did you just learn?"

"Thestrals." The students answered her in a flurry of responses. Draco also added: "The gamekeeper carried half a dead cow," he said with disgust, "to attract those weird horses with wings to eat."

Hermione glanced sideways at Malfoy: "Does Tom know you're talking about his problem?"

Upon hearing the half-dead cow, Professor Sprout let out a knowing oh, indicating that she understood why Tom was unwell. She has always been gentle and generous to students, so she didn't say much about it.

"Mr. Longbottom," she called Neville, "show your notes to Mr. Locke after class. If necessary, you can guide him in practice."

Neville's face turned red and he stammered in agreement, looking very excited.

When get out of class was over, Harry and the others were worried and wanted to go back to find Tom, but Draco stopped them all at the edge of the Forbidden Forest - after being infiltrated by Tom's magic, he could subtly sense that Tom's magic was deep in the Forbidden Forest. Fluctuating, exuding fluctuations that do not allow others to come and disturb.

"Of course he has his own things to do," Draco said arrogantly, "If you have anything to do, just tell me."

"...It sounds like you are his secretary." Ron said with a weird expression.

They were eventually persuaded to leave, not because of Draco's obstruction, but because they had a feeling that Tom didn't want to be disturbed at the moment. Tom was going back to Gryffindor Tower anyway, so it wouldn't be too late to ask him then.

Draco didn't know the inside story. He just thought that his words had an effect. He felt proud in his heart, but at the same time he felt trembling and uneasy because of the mysterious fluctuations in magic power.

After wandering around hungry for a few times, he impatiently sent Crabbe and Goyle to the hall to pack lunch for him - "Pack two portions!" he emphasized, "No stealing!"

After waiting impatiently for more than half an hour, the magic power fluctuations deep in the Forbidden Forest suddenly stopped and became calm again. Draco then picked up the packed lunch and asked Crabbe and Goyle to wait outside. , he tentatively walked in.

Tom was still sitting on the tree stump, surrounded by a group of Thestrals docilely surrounding him. From time to time, he stuck out his tongue to roll up the mist around him and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with a peaceful expression.

Draco stood a few steps away and watched for a while, feeling that the color of his mist had become lighter.

"Hey," he didn't continue to move forward, and just stood there and called from a distance, "do you want to eat the packed pie?" A wisp of mist reached over and deftly picked up the bag in his hand. When he took it back, Draco quickly grabbed it and held it in front of his eyes to look at it.

"I've wanted to ask for a long time," Draco said, "Why is your mist getting lighter and lighter?" It was still black before being taken away by the Dark Lord.

"Anyway, it's not a bad thing." Tom, who had expelled some of his dead energy, didn't want to say more, "The good news is that you now have a group of 'colleagues'."

Draco followed the guidance of magic and looked around at the winged black horses, raised his eyebrows and said narrowly: "Should I respectfully call you 'Horse King'?"

"The bad news is," Tom also laughed, only with a deep smile, "there is a difficult task assigned to you, and these 'colleagues' of yours may not be able to help."

"I don't dare to count on these colleagues," Draco said pretendingly, "Please give me your orders."

"You may have heard that Harry and the others have formed a self-study group for defense against the dark arts——"

"Of course," Draco said with a sneer, "The school is full of idiots who don't know how to lower their voices when chatting in public. It is worth mentioning that Slytherin can always be trusted in this regard."

That's because no one from Slytherin joins Dumbledore's Army! Tom swallowed the remark.

"Start with this self-study group, disintegrate it and replace it with a new model." Tom immediately explained the new organizational structure. This kind of three-person group that was just a side ball really made Slytherin eager to try it.

"I know." Draco thought, "If you are a three-person team, you can't come forward directly, so you can't start with Gryffindor. After all, the Weasley family has been operating in Gryffindor for a long time, and Potter has also There is still hope. I suggest giving priority to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. If a certain degree of concealment is needed to avoid alerting Potter in the early stage, then Ravenclaw is more reliable than Hufflepuff—— As long as it provides enough benefits," he looked at Tom's magic mist with meaning, "the greedy raven can judge the situation better than anyone else."

"I don't have a list here," Tom said. "The first step is to collect the list of their participants, and then select the people. Harry accepted them all at first, fearing that it would be difficult to distinguish the good from the bad - but that's no wonder. He, he called out in public, and everyone responded enthusiastically. If you want to examine it carefully, it may have chilled people's hearts. But we don't have to accept it all, just one sentence, more is more valuable than more. I have received reliable information, There are traitors hidden among them - traitors can betray them, or they can betray us. You have a good family background, and you should know in your heart that once something like this is done, there is no room for turning around. There is no need to misjudge many people at the critical moment, just look at If you make one mistake, you will regret it. You must put safety first."

"As long as you are willing to take action to save them, there will be no traitors. If you really have the consciousness to be a cruel person who can bear the humiliation of being a dumb Muggle..." Draco said coldly, "The miracles of magic are not limited to shining a light. A bright one. Magic power can give people a lot of benefits, but it can also deprive people of them one by one."

He didn't say much on the subject. In fact, if it was all out of self-interest, regardless of whether Tom himself had thought of it or not, he should not have mentioned the more cruel possibility of withdrawing his magic power. "But it is true that this kind of benefit cannot be given to others easily. It must be done through meritorious deeds." He thought and changed the topic, "There must be a system and a definite name--"

"Then what is the name of our organization?" Draco asked happily, "Dragon Pride?"

"It's a pleasure to repay the fire." Tom complained to him expressionlessly, "It's called a learning mutual aid group."

Draco couldn't help but contort his facial muscles: "Can you think of a more prestigious name? When the time comes, go out, oh," he imitated the narrator's tone, "The one appearing here is Dumbledore. Members of the Order of the Phoenix, the ones who appear over there are the Death Eaters of the Dark Lord, and look - what appears in front of us now are the saints of Grindelwald! Okay, so the last one to appear is... Locke's learning mutual aid group??? "