[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The next process couldn't even be called unfamiliar - Tom felt violent shock and dizziness, as if something was shaking his brain roughly, his temples were beating, and the creepy feeling of being invaded by a foreign body made him retch. .

——It feels like it was at Gaunt's cabin.

But Tom was on guard this time - or in other words, he didn't actually plan to get into the crow's mind at all. What he planned was that if the crow really opened his mind to him, he would take the opportunity to pull out the soul piece... ...When the time comes, he has the final say whether he wants to eat it or hold it in his hand to guard against Voldemort.

So when the crow's wings spread out like ghost hands, the mist that had been entrenched in the room suddenly exploded, roaring into the crow's body. The crow is concentrating on casting the soul-stealing curse and has no time to guard against it - it has no choice but to concentrate. After all, the body of an animal has limitations. Being able to use the body of a familiar to cast the wizard's spell is considered to be extremely talented and it can definitely be done. This shocked the group of wizards who looked down upon magical animals.

Just like that, the crow sneak-attacked Tom with the Imperius Curse, causing Tom's soul to vibrate; Tom also used the mist to sneak-attack the crow, forcibly immobilizing the crow's body, and trying to pull out the soul fragment from the crow's brain——

In the blink of an eye, both sides felt a sharp tug and pain, and then Tom found himself hanging in mid-air, with a Tom Locke in front of him looking at him with a stiff expression while slowly turning translucent. Mist color - yes, Tom still remembered to turn into fog at the last moment, but it seems that there is no spell to prevent crows...

Well, he's in Raven's body now.

The mist bounced around the crow and his body in confusion, obviously a little confused - he obviously did what he was asked to do, why was Tom's emotional feedback so weird?

Tom flapped his wings awkwardly and unfamiliarly, while "Tom" on the opposite side slowly stretched out his fingers that could barely maintain their shape at him: "Cut out the bones!"

The mist whizzed out from the fingertips and crashed into the crow's chest - Tom awkwardly tried to move, and then the mist, which wanted to help, picked up the bird by its claws and lifted it up. Not to mention, he couldn't escape...

The shimmering mist happily hit the crow's forehead like a tired bird returning to the forest, knocked off the golden crown that would be hanging on its head with a bang, and then naturally blended into the curious people inside the crow's body. The magical mist wanders around.

Crow Tom was about to scream: "..."

Soul Piece Tom, who is preparing to use the Cruciatus Curse to distract Tom so that he can solve this damn atomization problem: "..."

There was a very awkward silence in the circular room.

Tom calmed down: Yes, I deliberately modified the combat environment first! Who can use my power to attack me?

The increasingly blurry soul piece knew how to advance and retreat, and immediately whipped up a gust of wind, catching the fallen crown, and then casually rushed to the black door and violently opened the door——

The room was dimly lit, square in shape, and sunken in the center, forming a huge stone pit about twenty feet deep. Stone steps surround the entire room, like stone benches, gradually descending step by step, each step is very steep, like a lecture theater or an old-fashioned courtroom, with the door on the top step. But there was no chained chair in the center of the stone pit. Instead, there was a raised stone platform with an arch standing on it. It looked very old and shabby. There were no walls around to support it, only the arch. It was barely standing there alone, and it looked like it would fall down with the slightest push. A tattered black curtain or curtain hangs on it. Although the air here is cold and there is no wind, it is swaying gently, as if it has just been touched.

I don’t know if it’s because Voldemort can also turn into black smoke, but he is much more skillful at controlling mist than Tom is at controlling wings. The crown-wrapped mist roared through the hall, cautiously skirting the pointed arch in the middle - strangely, with such a strong wind, the curtains on the arch were still only swaying slightly, like mist The passing gust of wind did not affect it.

Tom flapped his wings anxiously behind him, like a clumsy duck, and his magical mist became anxious, stretching out its tentacles to hook the fleeing mist in front...

But what finally stopped the soul piece was a black dog leaping out from the tattered black curtain of the arch.

"Sirius?" Tom called out the black dog's name in surprise.

The black dog as big as a wolf bit into a ball of mist and shook its head fiercely back and forth. After a while, Tom's body emerged from the mist, lifelessly dragged on the ground by the black dog biting his ankles.

Tom's feathers ruffled at the sight.

"Be gentle!" Tom ran over with his wings clattering. The bird's claws were still a little slippery on the stone floor. After finally reaching the vicinity, he began to check his body nervously, "Don't bite my feet." broken!"

The black dog relaxed and sat down solemnly, its pointed ears standing up. Because of the head-shaking action just now, the top tips of the ears were still bouncing softly due to inertia.

"He-I-oh, it's such a mess. Is my body okay? Where is the soul piece?"

"Fainted." The black dog with pure black eyes replied.

Tom, who was slightly relieved, asked again: "Why are you here?"

"This is the Hall of Death."

Tom unconsciously followed the black dog's gaze towards the arch. The gently fluttering curtains had a special allure. Waves of faint whispers and mutterings came from behind the curtains. It seemed that there was a group of people. Hiding behind, tempting people to lift the curtain and take a look.

Tom is already very familiar with this set of things - from his experience in the wizarding world, anyone who keeps mumbling like this is definitely not a good thing.

So he firmly looked away and stared at his unconscious body again.

"How should I get back?" Tom asked.

"You shouldn't ask me this." Black Dog said, "In other words, you definitely don't want me to interfere. You have to move on."

Tom was stunned for a moment, then fluttered his wings twice more.

"Why am I dragging..." He gestured randomly, "Keep walking with such a big body?"

The black dog tilted his head at him. "This is your problem. You'd better hurry up, Dumbledore has solved the problem at St. Mungo's."

"Did he really attack the hospital?" Tom took a breath, "He is determined to collect all the firewood in one go."