[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The black dog glanced at him sideways, with a particularly humane expression of disdain. But that look of disdain didn't last long before it turned into a dull horror.

Tom noticed a familiar and terrifying cold wave earlier than it did, and the magic power in his body suddenly came to life, rampaging through his body with all its teeth and claws, forcing Tom to wrap his clothes tighter and concentrate on suppressing it. they.

The slippery seat saved the black dog's life - when it once again slumped helplessly, it slid off the seat with a "sizzle" and hit the ground with a snap. The pain at that moment made the black dog barely regain control of its body. It whimpered and barked a little, signaling Tom to run quickly. Then, without caring about anything else, it relied on its weak feet and thanks to Merlin's gravity. The attraction - since I couldn't stand up, I just stopped standing - fell headfirst down the slippery steps with a "pop, pop, pop" step by step.

...What a good dog, as expected of you.

Tom was also ready to withdraw - there was a vast dark spiritual sense in his perception spreading negative emotions wantonly from far to near, and when the edge of this dark spiritual sense touched him, it conveyed a wave of Confusing information.

Of course he was confused, Tom was still wrapped in a cloak "kindly" provided by the dementors!

If he doesn't retreat, when the Dementors come to their senses, they might chase him and fight him!

While Tom was running away with his legs quickly - well, strategic retreat, he felt that the wizarding world was really super stereotyped at this point - why are wizards so fragile! Why doesn't the Charms class teach something like rage, agility, heavy armor, etc.?

It makes him retreat secretly now, and he doesn't dare to summon a broom - what if he summons the broom of a player who is playing in the game? It would be even worse if there was a confused player sitting on the broom! (He feels that he is very irritable and has excessive magic power now.)

So now he could only try to run away on his own two legs, and be careful about falling on the steps that were slippery by the rain - he really didn't want to copy the big black dog's escape method.

Eh? Tom suddenly had an idea and used his magic power to go down, spreading and twisting it into tentacles, which were hidden under the loose robe to help him walk.

Not to mention, the tentacles glide quickly and steadily. They glide more smoothly in rainy days, and the walking speed suddenly doubled.

Just as he slid down the stand from the far side, there was a sudden scream behind him. Tom looked back following the sound and saw a small red dot spinning down from the sky. There were at least a hundred dementors in tattered cloaks on the ground floating into the stadium with their heads raised, as if waiting expectantly. Picking up takeout...

It's not Harry again, is it?

This was Tom's first thought.

The next moment, a large piece of silver light suddenly erupted from a certain point in the stadium stands and swept across the entire stadium!

Tom jumped back abruptly - not to mention the tentacles' bouncing ability was really good, allowing him to just avoid the silver light - and stared dumbfoundedly at the silver light converging into a super giant version of Fox. The silver phoenix hovered gracefully over the court, and the Dementors shrouded in the shadow cast by its wings retreated as fast as if they teleported.

"This - his - mother - is also a patronus curse???" Tom was not only shocked, but also very broken: Why can't I release it!

And he is very self-aware. As he "eats" more and more Dementors, the possibility that he can release the Patronus Curse becomes less and less.

very angry.

The silver phoenix circled lightly in the air again, raised its neck, and let out a melodious chirp - the monsters that fell at the back of the retreating dementor team shuddered and twisted. He stood up and seemed to let out a silent scream, then his cloak was lightly fluttered on the ground and turned into a puff of fly ash, which was blown away by the strong wind and dissipated.

Seeing this, the little tentacles busy running away under Tom's robe fluttered faster - he didn't want to test whether the Patronus Charm would harm him now.

After running back to the dormitory and picking up a big black dog that had been knocked unconscious alive, Tom dragged the wet dog into the bathroom with difficulty, and then planned to wash off the rainwater all over him. Unexpectedly, the black dog woke up just as he was halfway through the bath. He ran around in panic in the shower room. He finally found the door, knocked it open and ran away - leaving the foam on his head that had not been washed away. Tom stood dazedly under the showerhead.

"Stupid dog!" Tom couldn't help scolding it.

After taking a shower angrily, and having to grit his teeth to deal with the dirty footprints left by the reckless big dog in the dormitory, the overturned desks, chairs and bookshelf, and the broken dormitory door, Tom was in a really bad mood.

He obviously just wanted to clean the big dog by the way, see if it was injured when it rolled down the steps, and then feed it a big meal to thank it for helping take Mrs. Lorris to the hospital last time, even if the black dog didn't want to be It didn't matter if he adopted him - of course, judging from the current situation, the dog was already resistant to the possibility of being adopted by him to a certain extent.

Then he received new unpleasant news from his friends back in the Gryffindor common room - that unlucky red dot falling from the sky was indeed Harry. Although under the double protection of Dumbledore's Patronus Charm and the stadium's security facilities, Harry did not suffer any physical harm, the Dementors' unusual influence on him still made his condition so bad that he needed to be hospitalized. Observe for one night.

To make matters worse, Harry's beloved Nimbus 2000 was blown away by the strong wind. According to witnesses, it unfortunately went in the direction of the whomping willow in the school - the whomping willow is a tree even in the magic academy. , is also a notoriously violent tree, and never allows anything that moves to get close to it, otherwise it will swing its branches wildly and smash all foreign objects within its attack range.

"We have to at least get Harry's broom back..." Hermione said, wringing her fingers.

"But it fell into the Forbidden Forest." Ron said, looking at Tom eagerly, hoping for his advice.

"Ask the professor for help," Tom said, "otherwise we won't be able to justify entering the Forbidden Forest by ourselves."

"Hagrid—" Ron suggested.

"Ron!" Hermione rolled her eyes impatiently, "How do you want Hagrid to get it? Do you want to pile up several layers of heavy armor and rush in?"

Ron shut up.

On their way to find Professor McGonagall, they met Professor Flitwick, who volunteered to help them find the broom - but he could only bring back a dozen pieces of wood and the remnants of the broom tail.

"I'm sorry, boys," Professor Flitwick said lowly, "That's all I found."

The hardest moment of the whole thing was breaking the news to Harry. Lying on the hospital bed, Harry looked at the remains of his faithful broomstick in despair. He couldn't cry for a while, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say anything.

"I'm fine." He finally forced out a mechanical smile and said to his friends, "Thank you."

He no longer looked at his pile of broken broomsticks, but he didn't agree with anyone throwing it away. It wasn't until he was discharged from the hospital that he took the small box containing the fragments - Tom specially prepared a beautiful and solemn wooden box for Harry's Nimbus 2000 wreckage, hoping to make Harry feel better - back to his dormitory.

When there was no one in the dormitory, he quietly looked at the box containing his old friend for a moment, touched it gently, but still did not open it. He just stood up and stuffed it into the bottom of the suitcase. in.