[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

It was originally a normal day in March.

As usual, Professor Firenze was chewing his special meal melancholy in the hall, while saying something like Mars being unusually bright to the students who lined up to ask about today's fortune. While he tensed up his muscles in shyness and discomfort at being approached by humans, he forced himself to hold back the professor's momentum and refused to retreat. Unfortunately, the silver tail shaking uneasily behind him betrayed his mood.

But Firenze seemed particularly melancholy today and put it down after taking a few bites.

"Professor Dumbledore is not here today." He turned to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall nodded and said, "Today the Ministry of Magic notified Hagrid to go through some formalities, and Albus accompanied him."

Firenze lowered his head, took a few steps uneasily, and said, "I don't know whether I should say it, but all the signs show that today is not a good day."

The lines at the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth tightened visibly: "I'm sorry, Firenze, I've never really believed in these things."

Firenze looked at her quietly. Before the centaur could say anything else, the campus radio made a harsh squeaking sound, as if someone was auditioning the sound.

"Who?" Professor McGonagall looked around the teachers' table in confusion and found that most of the teachers were having breakfast and were as confused as she was.

The next second, a burst of chaotic, high-pitched crying and laughter came from the campus radio!

The moment the voice sounded, Professor Sprout's expression suddenly changed: "Man——" Before she could even shout out the first sound, she rolled her eyes and fainted.

Every one of the teachers and students present fainted unexpectedly.

Tom's last thought was: Fortunately, he wasn't drinking soup... Otherwise, what kind of death would it be if he fell into the soup bowl and drowned...

I don't know how long it took before he woke up dizzy. My eyes were blurred, and I saw circles of light, large and small, and I couldn't focus for a long time; I also had a tingling tinnitus like an auditory hallucination, and my head was buzzing.

There was something in his trouser pocket that kept vibrating to get his attention. He was awakened by this crazy vibration, which made his thighs numb, but he really didn't have the energy to care about it at the moment.

Tom tried to rub his eyes, but found that his body was so sore that he felt as if he had slept for ten days and nights at one breath. His hands were not working, his legs were not strong enough, and his whole body had already slipped under the table.

He gathered his strength and reluctantly raised his hand to rub his eyes. The dizziness gradually faded away. When he looked closely, the hand that touched his face was covered with black and red dried blood.

He touched it again and confirmed that the thin shells of blood were indeed rubbed from his face. There was probably some blood from the corners of his eyes, and then his nosebleed...

Ugh.

It's too dangerous to go to school in the wizarding world.

Look, in the first school year, the villain BOSS directly sneaked into the school and the teacher died in the line of duty. In the second school year, I first changed to a professor who loved to make trouble, and then he bombed the stands while watching games, was attacked by a basilisk every day at school, and a teacher died in the line of duty...

Well now, even if I have breakfast, I can still be attacked by the cry of Mandrake - yes, Tom has guessed that this is someone behind the scenes using the sound of Mandrake, combined with the large-scale campus radio attack. Professor Sprout mentioned it before, saying that when Mandrake is close to maturity, it has a habit of having a lively adult dance...

This can also be used. I admire the person who caused the trouble and listened carefully.

Tom thought with amusement.

After he regained his composure and struggled to get up from the ground, he finally reached out to touch the thing in his trouser pocket that was vibrating like crazy - it was a strange-shaped blue gem that Lockhart dug up before his death. Come out to him.

The strange thing is that now it feels slightly elastic again.

What are you doing... He pinched the gem - it became quiet after falling into his hands - and saw that there seemed to be a black mist inside. So he raised his hand, raised it a little higher, squinted his eyes and looked inside.

The dizzy feeling of falling rapidly towards the ice-blue sea came back to me. This time he didn't resist. He wanted to see what this thing was going to show him, and... what it was.

In a blink of an eye, the black fog spread, occupying the entire field of vision, and the swaying fog simply outlined a stick figure, pacing back and forth anxiously in the aisle outlined by two simple short horizontal lines.

"...What the hell is this!" Tom complained to it in a low voice, "Who can understand this!"

The mist swayed, and a small square frame was outlined in the background.

"..."

Tom shook the gem vigorously, trying to shake the water out of its brain - if it really had a brain.

The black mist seemed to be impatient with his shaking, and suddenly another layer of deeper darkness came from the depths - this time Tom clearly felt that his mental power and magic power were being pulled by this. A piece of gemstone is sucked away - but the effect is also significant. The picture presented by the fog suddenly changes from the simplest simple drawing to a Q version of the character, and also brings color:

A little man with platinum hair and a green robe was walking back and forth in the corridor with his mouth pouting, and behind his back hung a simple drawing of a cute troll holding a stick. The little man turned around a few times, and suddenly a door appeared in front of him. He walked into the door and disappeared.

"...Okay, I understand. I guess this is Draco Malfoy." Tom said with a headache, partly because of the mental energy that was forcibly taken away, and partly because he had a premonition of the prelude to trouble. "He's...in the corridor on the eighth floor? When did this happen? What is he going to do? And then?"

The mist shook, as if it was offline, and a screen of snowflakes slowly appeared, and then in a flash, Tom was kicked out.

"Hello! Hello?" Tom patted the gem in his hand, "Any more clues? And what the hell are you?"

The gem that felt cold and hard again lay motionless in his hand, pretending to be dead seriously.

"Okay." Tom staggered a few steps and pushed Harry and Ron beside him. "Wake up? Wake up?" The two people didn't move at all. Tom pinched one of them again, but still got no response.

So Tom made a more comfortable sleeping position for them and staggered back to the teacher's desk.

"Professor McGonagall? Professor Snape? Professor Flitwick? Professor Sprout?" He called over one by one, but those professors also fell into a deep coma, and no one was awakened, including standing with their heads bowed. The fainted Centaur Firenze.

"Okay..." Tom muttered, "I'm sorry, teachers..." He took out his wand and pointed at the teachers: "Clear spring like water!"

A splash of cold water was poured on the teachers' heads, and the biggest response the teachers gave was probably to twitch their lower lips.

Tom was embarrassed. It's not that he can't think of other ways to forcefully wake him up. In fact, he is quite eager to try the Cruciatus Curse... but no matter how he thinks about it, it is too rude, and the requirements for casting the spell also include "strong hatred" and "pleasure to see it." Others suffer” is a bit difficult to handle.

"So I woke up so easily... or did I need your help?" Tom put his hand into his pocket and fiddled with the gem.

"Damn it..." Tom looked around at the unconscious people in different postures in the hall, and clearly realized that he was facing a critical decision: should he lie down again now and continue to sleep with the crowd? Or rush to the eighth floor alone and be a lone hero?