[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Dear Mr. Locke:

Please note that the new school year will begin on September 1st, and the Hogwarts Express will depart from King's Cross Station platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock.

Third-year students will be allowed to visit Hogsmeade on certain weekends this school year. Please give the attached consent form to your parent or guardian to sign.

Enclosed is the book list for the new school year.

Your loyalty

Vice-President Professor McGonagall. "

Hogsmeade? Tom put it aside casually, planning to take it to his parents to sign tomorrow. He picked up the book list and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, there were more books on arithmetic and divination, care of magical creatures, divination, ancient runes research, Muggle studies, etc.

The beautiful and steady owl who came to deliver the letter confirmed that he had read the letter, then solemnly fluttered its feathers, spread its wings and flew away. Tom's crow watched with interest from his perch.

"It looks like you're going to have a very fulfilling year," she said.

"It sounds like you know what to expect," Tom said. "I've always been curious about what would happen if class schedules conflicted."

"Magic never disappoints."

"Increase reputation, brew honor, prevent death?" Tom took out the opening of Professor Snape's first class.

"Interesting statement." The crow elongated into a mature female body in the hazy black mist, and the anima loosely gathered her broad feathers and smiled at him, "Let's start today's lesson."

Anima's abilities are beyond reproach. After she easily pulled out a thin transparent thread from Tom's wand, Tom could safely practice magic at home.

"What is this?" Tom asked with interest.

"Zongsi." Crow replied, "A curse cast by the notice before the holiday that underage wizards are not allowed to perform magic during the holiday - the contract is also a variant of the curse."

But crows don't have good patience. If the student hasn't fully grasped the explanation after she thinks it's clear, the crow will open and close its hard beak with a menacing click. If Tom failed to cast the ideal spell over and over again, the crow would peck him unceremoniously.

Moreover, it will only turn into the human form of anima occasionally when the mood strikes. On weekdays, it is still in the form of a crow in most cases, pacing up and down Tom's desk arrogantly, guiding him to learn magic—— This means that if Tom fails to follow its train of thought, the possibility of being pecked is greatly increased.

Fortunately, Tom is basically proficient in learning magic. Only some of the complicated spells are difficult to cast properly - and he is also worried that he accidentally blew up his house in the middle of the night and it is hard to explain - so he is chased by crows. Pecking is still rare.

Tom felt a little happy when he saw the crow turn into a human form. Although he was pecked less often, it would be better if he didn't get pecked.

But the day's enjoyable study didn't last long when Anima glanced out the window warily, transformed into a crow again in a burst of black mist, and flew to the perching branch.

Not long after, the snow-white Hedwig flew to the window and reservedly stretched out her paw with the letter tied to it.

"Thank you, Hedwig." Tom dug out the bird snacks and hurriedly poured a plate for Hedwig - this plate was just for Hedwig, with her name on it and a Q-version owl based on her. . This treatment is not only given to Hedwig, but also to Ron's Errol and Principal Dumbledore's Fawkes. As for his own crow, of course he was treated better. After he could turn into anima, he directly consulted her about her preferences and let her choose a design and build a whole set of utensils.

While Hedwig was eating and resting, Tom hurriedly opened the letter and browsed through it.

"Harry? Inflated his aunt???" Tom couldn't believe his eyes and read the letter from beginning to end again.

In his impression, Harry is a very gentle friend. He never speaks harshly to others, not to mention actively attacking others, and he will not even play pranks on others. How could he suddenly lose his temper and inflate his aunt with magic?

Simply incredible.

But Harry did not explain in detail in the letter. He only said that he lost control for a moment, and then he escaped from his aunt's house. Now he is living alone in the Leaky Cauldron, and he welcomes friends to invite him when they go to Diagon Alley.

"Well," Tom wrote back to Hedwig, watched it fly away, and then said to his crow, "it looks like we have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

The crow had already landed on his desk, looking at Harry's letter and letting out a weird "Ammm" laugh.

"You can't laugh like that in the middle of the night." Tom skillfully raised his big crow and looked at it and said, "Laughing like that in the middle of the night will scare mom and dad awake."

"Try to be a bit more ladylike."

Hearing this, the crow's dark red eyes rolled up strangely, gave him a white eye, and then pecked him hard.

The next day, Tom got up early, and after breakfast, he went out with the sleeping crow in his arms. But he didn’t find Harry in the Leaky Cauldron. Instead, he found Harry at Florin’s Cold Drinks Shop after being instructed by the owner, Tom—yes, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron was also named Tom. Harry was found outside doing homework.

"Hi, Harry."

"Tom!" Harry looked up and saw Tom, surprised and happy.

Tom tiredly put his big, heavy crow on the table that was lazy and refused to fly by itself, and said, "It's great to see you're okay. In fact, I was really scared when I heard you ran away from home. A big jump."

"I have nothing to do," Harry said nervously, "I took the Knight Bus that night - well, it is the public transport in the wizarding world. As long as you stand on the roadside and hold out your wand, they will appear. It is said that they can reach anywhere you want. Where to go. I just took the Knight Bus to Diagon Alley, uh, and then I met Fudge who happened to be looking for me. You remember, right, the Minister of Magic?"

"Ah, of course." Tom once again had a new understanding of Harry's status in the wizarding world. The night he ran away from home, the Minister of Magic personally came out to look for him!

"He said that Aunt Maggie's inflating was an accidental incident and had been dealt with by Ministry of Magic staff - you know, restoring it to its original state, adjusting the memory and that kind of thing. Then he asked me not to go to Muggle London. Go shopping, just stay in Diagon Alley, you have to go back before dark every day, etc." Harry shrugged.

"He cares about you," Tom said.

"Well..." Harry said hesitantly, "I think it's a little weird..." He lowered his voice, leaned forward and said, "I suspect that all this has something to do with that Sirius Black!"

"What?" Tom asked in surprise.

"That Sirius is a supporter of Voldemort," Harry lowered his voice. "I suspect he escaped from prison in order to hunt me down. Otherwise Fudge wouldn't have made those weird requests and said it was because he didn't want to Lose me', 'It's best to be able to locate my whereabouts at any time' and so on."

"Your suspicions are valid," said Tom. "Then you'd better be careful, Harry."

"But there's nothing to worry about." Harry leaned back heavily and said easily, "Hogwarts is the safest place in the world."

After a brief chat with Harry, Tom said he was going to buy books and asked Harry, who was still doing his homework, to help him look after his crow.

Harry readily agreed, and after Tom left, he tried to make friends with Tweet: "Want some ice cream, Tweet?" He took out his wallet and generously ordered a magic banana split for the crow.

The red-eyed crow tilted its head and looked at the boy-who-lived, and let out a strange laugh of "Ammm". When he strutted aside to eat ice cream, he even maliciously left a note on Harry's homework paper. Conspicuous dirty footprints.