[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"I think you're right." A curly-haired boy at the Hufflepuff table turned sideways and said to them.

"Justin, Justin Finch-Fletchley. I'm sorry, I overheard your conversation." He introduced himself, "I was originally going to go to Eton College, but then I ended up here. Don't mention how many Delighted, of course, my mom was a little disappointed - and now I'm a little disappointed too."

"The magic school is not what I imagined." He mashed the mashed potatoes in the bowl with a spoon melancholy. "I mean, many times I feel a little scared, but they don't seem to take it seriously, so I also I just have to pretend it’s no big deal—”

"I'm not afraid of heights, but flying in an airplane is still different from sitting on a broomstick against the strong wind without any protection, right? Not to mention someone actually falling off... I've always wanted to find an opportunity to thank you, Without you, I don’t know how long I would have had to endure the torture of flying lessons.”

"Even the stands collapsed inexplicably today, but you look at them," Justin looked around the hall, "it seems like the matter has already passed. Such a major accident-" He shook his head.

"I want to join you. You are right, we should find ways to change this unreasonable status quo, instead of just following the trend and pretending not to see it." Justin said, "I know you, Tom Locke and Hermione G. Lan Jie, the student in the grade."

Ron snorted as he was ignored.

"I'm not good at magic. I'm from the Muggle world," Justin continued, "but I can collect the safety rules and regulations of Muggle schools for your reference. It's easy, as long as I write a letter home. ——”

"That's very helpful, Justin," Tom said politely.

"Ron, we need you too." Tom turned to Ron and said.

"Me?" Ron asked, surprised and delighted.

"Yes, you are the only one among us who has been living in the magical world. Your perspective on the problem and your understanding of the magical world will definitely help us make the "Security White Paper" more magical."

Ron couldn't help but smile: "No problem - I mean, I will try my best to check the information. I still have so many brothers."

"Can you take me with you?" Neville asked timidly, "I'm almost a squib... but I'm a pure blood, and I have a lot of books at home. If you need-"

"Be confident, Neville," Hermione said.

"Of course we need you." Tom said, "You can even take charge of a section on your own - when it comes to herbal medicine, who has a better foundation than you? You can write a safety manual for herbal medicine classes."

"If you don't mind, you can also write down all the steps for potions that you failed. This is also a way to make a safety manual for potions class." Hermione added.

"When Harry gets better, I think he's the most qualified of us to write the flying lesson safety manual," Tom continued.

Several children solemnly stretched out their hands and folded them.

"Then it's settled." They agreed to go back today and draft an outline for everyone, and then get together to discuss it tomorrow to see how they could work together to write a "Security White Paper."

Hermione was impatient. After finishing her dinner in two mouths, she urged them to go back to Gryffindor Tower together.

"You go back first." Tom said, "I plan to go find the principal."

"I don't suggest you go at this time." Hermione objected. "I haven't heard that the attacker has been caught yet. Listen." She motioned Tom to pay attention to the radio. The radio in the hall was repeatedly asking students to go together and return as soon as possible. Rest in the dormitory.

"It's too dangerous for you to run around alone right now." Ron also disagreed.

"I still want to go - I know that Principal Dumbledore must be very busy now, but it is because he is busy that someone will take advantage of the opportunity. If he were here, he would definitely not allow Lockhart to cast a spell on Harry. But now he probably I don’t even know what good things Lockhart has done.”

"The busier we are, the harder it is to hold down the troublemaker. If the principal doesn't know and restrict Lockhart's behavior as soon as possible, who knows what else he can do with his 'good intentions' in the future?"

Tom successfully convinced his friends.

"We'll go with you," Ron said quickly. "It's not safe to wander around the castle alone."

This time when Tom tried out the password for the principal's office, the stone monster looked at them hesitantly for a moment before getting out of the way.

When he opened the door, Tom knew why the monster guarding the door hesitated - Principal Dumbledore was not in the office.

"It seems we came at the wrong time." Tom had to admit.

At this time, a strange, strangled voice came from behind.

"Who!" Tom shouted sharply, turning around suddenly, holding the wand tightly in his hand.

No one.

On the tall golden perch behind the door stood an old bird, like a turkey that had been plucked of all its feathers. The bird looked at him with sad eyes, and made another strange sound as if it was about to be suffocated. It slowly raised its fleshy wings to try to cover itself, and the few remaining dull golden-red feathers on the fleshy wings were ridged.

"Fox?" Tom called tentatively, almost not recognizing him.

"This is Fox?!" Ron exclaimed.

Fox staggered back a few steps, raising his wings higher, trying to cover himself completely. But it was too old, and it stumbled unsteadily. As soon as it retreated, its claws slipped, and it fell upside down into the bird's nest below. 7K妏揩

They only saw two exposed bird talons pointing up toward the sky, twitching a few times, and then simply stopped moving.

"Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed.

Just as they were about to run over to take a look, a fire appeared inexplicably in the bird's nest - Fox was burning!

"!" Ron pointed in horror, unable to say anything.

Hermione quickly took out her wand: "The clear spring is like——"

Tom cleverly nudged Hermione's arm with his elbow, causing her wand to aim crookedly.

A stream of water spurted out from the tip of Hermione's wand and poured directly onto the wall. The old headmasters in the picture frames on the wall fled in panic.

"Oh! You kids are real!" the photos shouted.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry-" Tom apologized repeatedly, grabbing Hermione to prevent her from casting the spell, "Calm down! Fawkes is a phoenix! The phoenix is ​​reborn!"

During the rush, the fire in the bird's nest was extinguished, and a small, crumpled baby bird came out, shook the ashes from its body, strode up to the strange smoking silver vessel, and borrowed the help of The reflection of the metal looked at its new image - then it let out a childish scream, ran back to the bird's nest, fell in, and refused to see anyone.

"Very cute, Fox." Tom consoled him in a dumbfounded voice.

He thought for a while and then said: "I still have new clothes there. It's getting cold now. Do you want to wear new clothes?"

Fox kicked his exposed slender paws in agreement.

Before Ron and Hermione could even speak to comfort Fox, the door to the principal's office was pushed open with a loud bang. Hagrid rushed up with an angry face, a helmet on his head and a dead chicken in his hand.

"Headmaster—" he shouted, and then realized that Dumbledore was not in the Headmaster's office.

"Why are you here?" He scratched his dark, messy hair with his stubby fingers and asked confused.

"Tell something to the principal." Tom replied, "What are you -" he asked, looking at the dead chicken dripping with blood.

"I heard Harry was injured," Hagrid said gruffly. "Kill a chicken to patch him up."

The half-giant said and became angry again: "That Lockhart! Bastard! As long as the principal nods, I will beat him immediately!"

Good. Tom thought to himself that with the half-giant's magic resistance and a fist the size of a real pot lid, it was more than enough to teach Lockhart a lesson. Unfortunately, Headmaster Dumbledore probably wouldn't agree.