[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Hagrid's trip to the hut, while far from being fun, at least had the effect his friends had hoped for. Although Harry would never forget the blood feud about Sirius Black, as long as he wanted to help Hagrid win the lawsuit, he couldn't just think about hunting down Black from morning till night.

This gave Tom, who was preparing to go home for the Christmas holidays, a little more peace of mind. He didn't want to receive bad news as soon as school started, hearing that Harry had finally delivered him to Black.

Early the next morning, Hermione had already gotten up early and ran to the library to borrow a bunch of dusty files, which were all about famous cases of animal injuries, making the lounge smell like old books. And Tom was dragging his suitcase and preparing to go home.

His elusive crow lazily flew back to the common room and landed on the box, looking even bigger than before.

"No, no, no," Tom shook his head at the crow, "I'm not going to take you back this year."

Jiu Jiu was stunned, and then angrily jumped up and down on the box, making repeated "ah" sounds in protest.

"Hush! Hush!" Tom lowered his voice, "You didn't come back last night, so I don't know..." He looked around furtively. This action made the crow calm down, imitating his master's movements and peering around to observe. In a circle.

Tom dragged the suitcase with the crow on it to a corner and whispered to it that Sirius Black was the murderer who betrayed Harry's parents, and that he strongly suspected that the big black dog was Black's Animagus incarnation.

The crow listened quietly, its dark eyes reflecting the firelight in the fireplace, and it looked like dark red light flashing from time to time.

"I need you to stay in school and help me watch Harry. Don't let him do stupid things," Tom said sternly, "and don't let the black dog get close to him."

After hearing this, the crow whispered "Ah" in a reserved voice.

"Do you agree?" Tom asked it doubtfully, "Do you know what this means? It means that you can't play around anymore, and you have to keep an eye on Harry at all times - ah!"

He screamed in pain mid-sentence. His crow pecked him moderately. It didn't break the skin, but it was painful.

"Hey!" He frowned and criticized his crow, "It's wrong to just peck people casually!"

The crow puffed up its chest and screamed unconvincingly. It proudly raised half of its wings and pointed out the window, signaling him to look.

Tom checked the time, and was forced to go to the window and take a look at it, forced by the crow's insistent cries. It's covered in snow outside, a vast white snow scene. If you look closely, you can see that in the plain white background, the trees on the edge of the deep forbidden forest are filled with black crows that almost blend into the shadows of the trees. At least a hundred crows looked over quietly at that moment.

"...King of Crows, Lord of Night..." The previous joke suddenly came to mind. Tom turned his head and looked at Tweet in disbelief. The crow with the golden crown on its head raised its head proudly.

"It seems you have many pairs of eyes." Tom held the crow in his arms and rubbed it, "Then I'll leave it to you, Tweet."

He also asked Hermione to temporarily help him feed the crows, and reminded her to keep an eye on her cat.

"Although Crookshanks probably won't be very happy about this, it's better to keep it under guard during this period." Tom suggested, "It seems to have become friends with that dog."

"What!" Hermione reacted more violently than he expected, immediately dropped the book and rushed upstairs.

By the time they sent Tom to the car, Crookshanks was already being held in Hermione's arms with an extremely unhappy look on his face. Tom also noticed that it had a leash around its neck.

I hope Crookshanks doesn't know that he said something extra. Tom thought to himself before saying goodbye to his friends and boarding the train home.

The Christmas dinner is still as sumptuous, and the home after a long absence is still as comfortable. Staying in his room, locking the doors and windows, drawing the curtains, away from the magical protection of Hogwarts, the patrolling teachers, classmates who may appear at any time, and... After the crow became suspicious this year, Tom I was finally able to lie down comfortably on the bed, graciously agreeing that the magic power that had been trapped in my body should come out and breathe.

Of course, this is because they are much more obedient and their parents have gone out to visit friends.

Black mist-like magic spread out from his body, impatiently, and immediately filled the entire room with bared teeth and claws. They moved obediently only within the room, sometimes clinging to the wall like real thick mist, and simulating small condensed water droplets - just black, sometimes curiously entangled with each other to form strange-shaped tentacles. Move the furnishings in the room.

When a small flat tentacle struggled to lift the piano lid, but suddenly lost its strength in the middle, and the lid slammed down with a loud noise, almost all the magic power was shocked, and the black fog in the room shrank rapidly. After a while, some swung back into Tom's body, some swayed the condensed tentacles in a bluff, and some rushed forward angrily, and then at Tom's "Stop!" order, they smashed it on the smooth piano lid. There was a puddle, and then it turned into black mist aggrievedly.

"That's the piano." Tom said with a headache, and at the same time he felt that he might be a little crazy for teaching about his magic in a serious way - but no matter what, wizards might be a little crazy.

"Do you want to listen?" He got off the bed and stepped barefoot on the floor filled with black mist. The touch became very strange, soft, slightly elastic, and with a hint of coolness. But in the perception of inspiration, it is the opposite. It is actually warm and soft, just like the reassuring warm feeling of lying in a warm quilt with the mother humming a lullaby in the ear...

It's almost schizophrenic.

But again, never mind - there are a lot of weird things going on in the wizarding world anyway.

The black fog in the room whirled around, which probably meant "wanting to hear".

It’s your own magic power anyway, just use it.

Tom sat down, opened the piano cover, and rested his fingers on the keys. The mist-like magic immediately spread in his hands, covering all the black and white keys into high and low black keys.

"Naughty." Tom said with a smile, opened the music score again, and stumbled through an etude.

"I've almost forgotten it." He sighed, "But... you can probably do it?" He chanted the spell directly without using the wand, so part of the overflowing magic power was neatly integrated into the piano, and then the keys of the piano automatically The ground was struck up and down, playing joyful music.

and many more……

Tom sat in front of the piano, and an incredible idea came to him.

Since he can control these external magic powers and can directly control them with words, can he save the steps of wands and spells and directly ask them to complete the effect of the spell? Are the spaces where his overflowing and exclusive magic power spreads all his exclusive spellcasting areas?

But obviously it would be unreasonable to try it in his own room. Even the simplest orchid blooming might turn his house into a primeval forest in an instant. After all, there is too much special magic leaking out now.

"You guys can play." Tom yawned, "You can only stay in this room, and you are not allowed to run out."

He decided to try to trust his own magic power. It was not a long-term solution to rely on the effects of magic potions to imprison them. Besides, after this period of education and training, they seemed to have become more sensible. Of course, he won't really fall asleep, he will just enter a meditative state and pretend to sleep to see if his strange magic powers will be obedient when he is "unsupervised".