[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

December has arrived in a blink of an eye, bringing more snow and an avalanche of homework for fifth graders. As Christmas approaches, Ron and Hermione's prefect duties become increasingly heavy. They are responsible for supervising the decoration of the castle ("Just tell me to hang up the ribbons. You hang them here, and Peeves sneaks around to unpack them there. After you have been busy for most of the class, you turn around and, oh, it was all for nothing!" Luo Luo En said.), looking at the first and second grade students who stayed indoors during recess because of the cold weather ("They are so thick-skinned, we would never dare to be so presumptuous in the first grade." Ron said - first grade students Tom, Harry and Hermione, who had unlocked the two major achievements of breaking into the forbidden area and secretly entering the forbidden book area, watched Ron silently, but Ron didn't notice.), and had to take turns patrolling the corridors with Argus Filch. , because Filch suspected that there might be an increase in fighting during the festival ("Does he think we're giants, fighting to keep the fun going?" said Ron angrily.).

While Ron was complaining passionately, Harry was immersed in writing a paper for the History of Magic class. Sirius was lying on the carpet at his feet in the shape of a black dog, staring at him with a loving look - This made Harry speed up with great academic pressure - it was not because he was afraid that Sirius would scold him for not paying attention to his studies, but because he was afraid that he would fail to finish writing before falling asleep, and when he woke up the next day, he would find that Sirius was once again eager to help him secretly. Finished.

Who has to compete with parents for homework when they go to school? Harry thought in despair.

"It's okay, Harry." Sirius said eagerly, which was the first time he helped Harry with his homework. "Look at your size...children just need enough sleep. I can't see you spelling." Got it, I'll take care of those boring homework." He really felt sorry for Harry. Besides attending classes, Harry had to worry about many other things, and the pile of homework had to occupy his sleep time.

The first thing that worries Harry is the Quidditch team - although he is still not allowed to join the team, but because the matter is hanging in the air - Umbridge is really good at using those ambiguous words , as if as long as he endured enough in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, there was a glimmer of hope to get permission - although every one of his friends except him urged him to wake up as soon as possible.

In addition to worrying about whether Hagrid would be detained for probation, Harry was also worried about d. a. activities, that is, his "Dumbledore's Army". He didn't know if it was because other people's progress in Defense Against the Dark Arts content was not as optimistic as they expected - they were still stuck on obstacle spells and stun spells for several months - he always felt that the people who came to participate in D.A. recently were not that good. Be positive.

Tom had finished his homework long ago and was leaning comfortably on the sofa holding a large book. The material of the book was very unique. The pages were made of palm leaves. They were stitched together and shaped into shapes. The edges are also plated with gold, and the letters inside are embroidered with fine needles. Most of the color painted on the cover has faded, and you can only barely make out what appears to be "The Key to Myth".

Around him, the increasingly lighter mist floated in the air. A few wisps of mist were like lamps, holding the fire to illuminate him, carefully containing the heat to avoid deforming the leaves; another wisp was carefully tending the fire. Serve hot fruit tea, adding a little to the cup on hand from time to time; more mist has ignored the barrier of the glass window, passed through unimpeded and wandered around the venue - the color is already very light anyway, no matter how deliberately Dilute it a little and it won't be visible at all.

The book was thrown to him by Grindelwald. Since they obtained the Resurrection Stone, the focus of the two old men's concerns has shifted - Dumbledore can be at ease and distracted to study the Resurrection Stone because Tom's control over his magic has been improving; while Grindelwald Because Dumbledore no longer followed his every tutoring class as closely as before.

So Grindelwald would be lazy and just throw various books to him to read. Well, their course also quietly deviated a little bit - after he asked about the research status of the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone based on the previous matter, Grindelwald looked at him with an unknown meaning and began to teach him. Give him various things that look like secrets of forbidden books.

He didn't know if Grindelwald had guessed it. Anyway, since the other party didn't point it out clearly and had no intention of stopping him, he didn't intend to use his pitiful rank to trick the old devil.

Hermione was writing a very long letter, which already filled half the roll of parchment and hung down from the edge of the table. Ron was already lying down on the rug in front of the hearth, trying to change his position to provide himself with some inspiration for his Transfiguration assignment. Unfortunately, he held up the parchment and looked at it for a long time, but there was still only a crookedly written title line on it.

He gave up and instead stretched his head to read the parchment that had dropped to the floor. "Who are you writing a novel for?" he asked Hermione.

Hermione dragged it up. "Victor."

"Krum?"

"How many other Victors do we know?"

Ron said nothing, but looked unhappy. Tom's light-colored magical mist came over and "licked" him, then made a bowed "bah bah bah" gesture, and sent a vague complaint to Tom: It's bitter!

Tom raised his eyebrows behind the book, looked at Ron, and then at Hermione.

They sat in silence for another twenty minutes, Ron finishing his Transfiguration paper with impatient grunts and scratches; Hermione wrote calmly to the end of the parchment, carefully rolled it up and sealed it; Harry finally finished the paper on the History of Magic, looked around and found that they were the only ones left in the room again.

"Well, good night," Hermione said, yawning and starting to pack her things.

"Uh……"

"Just say it, Harry," Hermione said.

"Do you think... we need to do some club activities before Christmas?" Harry said hesitantly, "Just... do some team building for everyone to liven up the atmosphere?"

Tom blinked. "I'm going to go to bed first." He said and stood up.

"No need," Harry stopped, "Tom, you don't have to-"

"Chirp Jiu is still up there," Tom said with a reason, "I have to feed him at this point."

Harry had no choice but to watch Tom walk up the stairs. The mist behind him slowly gathered, and he deftly collected the books, emptied the teapot, and sent the teapot and teacup to the gargoyle-shaped sink for cleaning. He grabbed a few snacks left on the plate - then turned back and took the plate away with him.

No matter how many times I watched it, I still felt that magic was really amazing - Harry thought enviously, not knowing that ordinary wizards didn't live like this.