[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom held the egg to Dumbledore.

He has refused to think about what his story might have been like if this scene had been passed down to future generations.

Dumbledore placed the egg in Fawkes's nest and lit a fire to keep it warm. "Well," he said in a relaxed tone, waving his wand and checking the egg's health, "I think you've taken good care of Fawkes-"

I'm not taking care of Fawkes, Tom thought uncertainly, he meant, how is a normal person, well, a normal wizard supposed to know how to take care of his tattoos? Washing it together when taking a shower, and being careful not to injure the skin so as not to affect the tattoo pattern, surely it cannot be regarded as taking care of it, right?

"-Keep the temperature like this," Dumbledore continued, "I think Fawkes will appear in front of us again soon... Maybe I should ask Hagrid to come and have a look, he will definitely be very happy... Phoenix Egg It’s rare, they are usually reborn directly in the flames.”

He turned around and noticed that Tom had been looking at the strange-looking wand in his hand, so he raised his hand in a display.

"The Elder Wand," said Dumbledore, "if I remember correctly, we told its story last time."

Yes, they had taken turns reading "The Tales of Beedle the Bard" in the principal's office. The eldest of the three brothers received this powerful wand from the hand of Death.

"Uh, I want to see it?" Tom said, "Can you... Principal?" He added the title slyly to ensure success.

"Of course." Dumbledore handed it to him generously, "People always think that people who get the so-called most powerful wand will hold on to it tightly... But they forget that no matter how powerful the wand is, it is just a tool. "

Tom took it with a serious expression, and he was even a little wary - he would not forget so quickly how the Resurrection Stone showed abnormality to him just now. But the Elder Wand fell into his hand peacefully, with a cold but sweet breath——

No, no, no, the coldness is what he feels, and the sweetness is the vague perception conveyed by his magical mist: "I want to eat."

...Don't eat randomly! He emphasized to his magic powers in his mind. The mist lingered around the wand, like a greedy cat trying to secretly lick the food on its owner's plate.

Tom knew they couldn't be blamed. Think about it, the invisible "firewood" attached to a Triwizard Tournament trophy can make a black dog come to ask for debt, let alone a wand that has been passed down in wizard legends for thousands of years?

But the "firewood" above must be owned by someone. He had better not take it until he is sure that he can eat it and refuse to accept the debt... He doesn't want to become the god of loans, especially when he is not the one who lends money. .

He held the wand tightly and tried waving it: "Guide me the way." Considering that his "Orchid Bloom" can strangle a wall with plant roots, the Guiding Spell is probably the most useless thing he can come up with. It's a harmful spell - no matter how much the thing that points in the direction changes, how dangerous can it be?

As a result, a dangerous light lit up where the tip of the wand passed through the air, making people feel that the contradictory and chaotic light that was both dazzling and dark struggled to crawl out from the opened gap, as if every moment of the existence of that light Every second declares its sanctity...and evaporates people's sanity.

His knowledge robe also moved automatically with Wu Feng, and it sensed that the magic wand was awakening the ancient knowledge that had been sleeping for a long time...

Thanks for pointing in the direction, there is no need to point out the path of life - Tom suppressed a series of curses and shouted out the correct curse in time: "All curses end!"

The entire Hogwarts Castle shook. All the magic particles within the range obeyed his will, and fell silent in an instant, no longer responding to the wizards' spells. In the Gryffindor dormitory, the black dog with a sleeping will Professor Flitwick, who was using the levitating spell to levitate the pile of books behind the podium, stumbled and fell down; Professor Snape watched helplessly as the potion in his cauldron lost its glow; Sparrow Professor Te looked in astonishment at the magical plant that was showing its claws just now and was stunned; Professor McGonagall was demonstrating the transformation spell, and the poor half-transformed pig dragged its hind legs in the shape of half a wooden table and groaned in pain...

At that moment, Tom felt as if he was incarnate in the fog that enveloped the entire Hogwarts... The next moment, a loud barking woke him up, and he realized that he was lying on the floor, and Dumbledore and Green DeVoe was trying to open his eyelids.

"...I hope the floor has just been cleaned." He said weakly, and at the same time he felt that his body was healthier than ever before - healthy because the burden brought by magic to his body was gone, and weak because his originally lively The magic power fell silent as if exhausted. He fiddled with it several times with his mind uneasily, and then the magic power barely managed to respond to him. .seven

"Is school okay?" He sat up from the ground and asked, raising his head.

Dumbledore sat down cross-legged beside him. "Hogwarts is a very strong castle," the old man said.

"What just happened?" Tom looked around again and found that the gap had disappeared.

Grindelwald snorted: "You are lost." The demon king with different eyes looked bored, as if looking at a student who got a T in the exam, "Power that cannot be controlled will only become a weapon in the hands of others."

Tom asked him honestly: "What should I do?"

"The path of magic can only be walked by yourself," the devil said. "Don't you hear enough about strengthening your will? In fact, I would rather give you my bedroom - —The one in Nurmengard." He glanced at Dumbledore, "It's a pity that your headmaster doesn't agree."

"He is not yet of age," Dumbledore said gently, "and I am not the first of us to suggest that young people should be taught to master their own powers."

Grindelwald's skinny face showed an expression between ridicule and self-deprecation: "Yes, at that time I believed that if the world does not belong to me, then it must belong to you." He looked down at Dumbledore. Lido, "It seems I was right."

"Young people always think that the world belongs to them," Dumbledore said calmly, "and the world always belongs to young people - but we are already old people in their dying years, and we should be clear-headed - frankly speaking , there is no future for either of us. Maybe this statement will make you feel better, Mr. Grindelwald?"

There was no emotion on the Demon King's face, but he followed suit and sat on the floor without saying a word.

Tom carefully looked back and forth between the two devils, and then at the knuckled wand on the desk. During their daily bickering, his magic became stronger again with his breathing, and a pale white mist floated in the air, swirling hesitantly around the wand.

"Well," Dumbledore noticed, "given the unknown situation just now, I think we'd better not use it for the time being."

"Uh...what if I exchange it for something?" Tom blinked.

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.