[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Petting cats makes people feel happy, but it frightens mice - specifically Ron's pet Scabbers.

Ron sat silently in his seat, pressing his bulging, quivering pockets.

"Don't worry," Hermione comforted him, "Crookshanks is very smart. He knows that Scabbers is your pet."

Ron moved his lower lip, but still did not open his mouth to argue with Hermione about this issue.

The Hogwarts Express drove steadily towards the north. After lunch, it started to rain outside the window. Tom took a nap for a while, and when he woke up from his nap, he found that the rain had not stopped, but was getting heavier and heavier. The window glass showed a dense and sticky gray, and the lights in the corridor and on the luggage rack were turned on.

"Are we almost there?" Ron carefully avoided Professor Lupin and looked out of the almost dark window.

"No way," Hermione said, looking at her watch.

"Then why is the train moving slower and slower?" Harry stood up to look at what was going on in the corridor. In each carriage along the corridor, people poked their heads out to look around.

"Something's wrong." Tom took out his wand, and he felt that some dark and evil aura was slowly coming over him.

The train suddenly shook and stopped. While everyone was still in a daze, all the lights suddenly went out, and they fell into complete darkness.

"What happened?" Ron asked in a panic.

"Ouch! You stepped on me!" Hermione shouted.

"Lumos flash!" Tom lit the wand and said helplessly to his friends who were groping in the dark: "Pull out the wand, friends."

Several young wizards pulled out their wands in embarrassment.

"What's the spell?" Ron asked.

"Yinghui -" Harry hesitated and was interrupted by a loud slapping sound - someone outside the carriage door was banging on the door frantically, shouting in a crying voice: "Open the door! Please!" You guys! Let me in!"

"Neville?" As soon as Harry opened the door a crack, Neville squeezed in eagerly and almost fell on him. Neville, however, was not in a hurry to get up. Instead, with tears streaming down his face, he knelt and crawled to close the door in panic: "Quick! Close the door quickly! It's coming!"

"Who?" Ron bent down and tried to help him, but Neville ignored him and turned his head to try to blow out the light on the head of Tom's wand.

"Quick!" He whispered urgently, his facial features distorted by anxiety and fear, "Quickly turn off the lights! They will notice you!"

"Then you can't see anything -" Ron said without knowing why.

"Stop talking!" Neville screamed in a low voice, with a sense of hysteria, "Turn off the lights! Shut your mouth! Hold your breath! Don't move! Don't be discovered by it!"

"Knox." Tom extinguished the light of the wand as he was told, and the ominous premonition became stronger and stronger. There was something thicker and sticky darkness approaching than the dim sky, with a chilling chill... It stopped at the door of the carriage, in a lifeless silence, and in the silence there seemed to be a greedy hunger, as if some evil spirit was separated from them by a thin wooden board, swallowing saliva, and looking at them with twisted malice. , just like looking at a delicious meal in front of the dining table...

The sinister coldness penetrated the clothes easily, passed through the skin lightly, and penetrated into the flesh. It was not enough, and the invisible tentacles reached into the bone marrow impatiently, rummaging wantonly in the depths of the bones, sucking the life. .

Tom could see nothing. The deep darkness had filled the entire space. He only felt cold, and the coldness coming from the bottom of his heart seemed to freeze the magic power around him. The magic power running in his body gradually slowed down, and he knew something was wrong, but the irresistible frustration surged up layer by layer, making him feel that everything was boring...

What's the point...

What's the point of it all...

Everything will pass... Everything will pass away... Happiness is temporary, only pain is eternal...

A whisper sounded in his ears at an unknown moment to persuade him, with overlapping echoes and a grand and heavy sigh.

My thinking gradually became dull, and the fleeting anxiety of wanting to resist was quickly submerged by layers of frustration and pain: What's the use of trying hard? He is still just an ant worth mentioning, a shadow of the past in Dumbledore's eyes, a chess piece played casually in the hands of the Dark Lord, suspicion and scrutiny are his close friends, pride and prejudice are the gangrene of the tarsus... In this world The joy of life is fleeting, leaving behind a huge emptiness and desolation; the human heart is a barrier, and no one can truly understand anyone. The more sensitive you are, the more painful you are, and the more awake you are, the more painful you feel. Life is born with pain, pain is the meaning of life, and boredom is life. The main theme...

Tom felt himself growing calmer, more in tune with the lifelessness of the darkness around him...until a soft crack woke him.

He immediately pinched himself hard and barely regained consciousness. But the magic power all over his body was still sluggish, and it was still running slowly even under his driving.

The dark power seemed to notice that he was awake, and invisible power surged towards him...

"Quick, quick, quick..." Tom tried desperately to think of a way, but the spells he knew all required magic power, but now he could only barely direct the magic power to keep running in his body, so as to retain a little heat and put the magic power in the body. Will resist the invisible force rummaging and spreading in his body.

And this sense of powerlessness in turn strengthens the other party's bewitchment.

"Stay where you are," a gruff voice said.

Following the unfamiliar voice, a trembling light lit up - it was Professor Lupin who lit his wand and stood up from his seat tiredly.

Neville covered his mouth and nose with his hands, holding it in until his face turned red. When he saw Professor Lupine standing up, he suddenly took a breath and let out a shaky sob.

As soon as Lupine reached the door of the carriage, the door opened automatically and silently, and a monster wearing a cloak with his head on the ceiling stood at the door and "watched" him quietly. The reason why the word "watch" is in quotation marks is because the monster's face was completely hidden under the hood, and only a definite sense of being watched came from the darkness under the hood that could not be seen directly.

"Go," Lupine said wearily, not looking at the darkness under its hood, but at the edge of its tattered cloak. "There is no one you are looking for here."

A shimmering, deathly gray, half-rotten hand stretched out from the cloak - Tom didn't find this image particularly scary, at least not as much as the one who circled him with an elongated neck last school year. The boy Riddle who was chatting with him was scary, but there was an inexplicable chill of fear coming from the bottom of his heart, and the hand looked more and more familiar, as if it was his own hand...

The hand seemed to rise slowly and quickly, holding the hood, and then something under the hood took a long, slow breath. The breath was still trembling, as if the dying person was extremely unwilling. I mustered up my heart and breathed in the last [living] breath of the human world, as if I was trying to suck in something other than air from the surroundings...

The sense of crisis stung Tom.

That sense of danger even stimulated the magic in the dullness.

Tom felt his breath condensing in his chest. He raised the wand desperately - he didn't even know what spell he shouted - but the next moment he bowed in pain like a dehydrated living fish. He stood up and vomited it out in embarrassment.

His mind was spinning, and a blur of silver light lit up in the corner of his eye, and then the darkness and deathly energy quickly slipped away.

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