[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The stimulated Malfoy's revenge came faster than Tom imagined - on the day of the Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Malfoy, together with Crabbe, Goyle, and the Slytherin team Captain Flint wrapped himself in a hooded black robe and sneaked to the edge of the playing field, pretending to be a dementor to scare Harry.

——Then he was knocked off his feet by Harry's Patronus.

Professor McGonagall was furious and shouted: "Despicable trick! Plot to frame the Gryffindor Seeker! Dirty and cowardly approach! You will all be punished, and you will also be deducted fifty from Slytherin House-"

"I don't think so, Minerva." Professor Snape interrupted her calmly and diplomatically. "It was just an inappropriate joke. They probably misremembered the date of April Fool's Day."

"Children all like to joke." He suddenly looked at Professor Lupine, who happily came over to see Harry's patronus, with deep eyes. "Nothing happened, so there is no need to worry about it. What do you mean? Isn’t that right, Professor Lupin?”

Professor Lupine forced an awkward smile.

"Ah...this..." he said slowly.

Professor McGonagall shouted angrily: "I'm going to tell Professor Dumbledore about this!"

"Excuse me." Professor Snape said briefly, and led away a few Slytherin students who were still tearing their black robes in embarrassment on the ground.

Malfoy turned back to the Gryffindors triumphantly and made a face.

Professor McGonagall's face became very ugly visibly.

George couldn't help but lower his voice, gently pulled Harry, and said: "Come on, Harry. Party! Gryffindor common room, now!"

The players tiptoed away.

The Gryffindor party was held very grandly. The Weasley twins also secretly brought butterbeer, fizzing pumpkin juice and candies from Honeydukes store, which pushed the party to a new climax. Everyone was very happy. It was like having won the Quidditch Cup.

Tom also tasted the butterbeer and found the taste a bit greasy. Then he excused himself from feeling unwell and went back to the dormitory early. He was still careful not to stay in a place with too much joy for a long time.

"No way?" Fred held the cup in one hand and held his shoulder in the other, "One cup?"

"I'm indeed a little dizzy." Tom held his forehead, "I should go up and take a nap and I'll be fine."

Fred patted him hard on the shoulder and let him go.

Before Tom went upstairs, he saw Hermione sitting alone in the corner, reading a big book called "The Life and Social Habits of Muggle Households in Britain".

"Aren't you going up?" he asked quietly.

"No." Hermione didn't even look up. "I didn't do anything wrong. I wouldn't hide from him." She said flatly.

Tom said nothing more. He went upstairs alone. Seeing that Jiujiu was not there, he tidied the bed a little and stacked it up to look like someone was lying on the bed. He closed the bed curtains and hung a "Please" on the bedside. "Do Not Disturb" sign, then cast an invisibility spell on himself, climbed out of the window, and climbed down the Gryffindor Tower relying on the small suction cups of the magic tentacles. .seven

He was going to see the Bloody Balor.

It's a nice day, an ordinary day. He once heard that the best way to hide treasure is to dig deep and bury it anywhere. After a while, even he will not remember where he hid it. It's also the same thing if you want to cause trouble.

But to say this Friday was particularly ordinary was not. Professor McGonagall must still be sulking at this moment and will not come to the party, so she will not notice his absence; Professor Snape must be reprimanding those Slytherin students who almost got points deducted for causing trouble. . Hagrid, who should theoretically be guarding the Forbidden Forest, has become increasingly decadent due to the indefinite suspension of classes and the approaching Buckbeak hearing. He stays in the hut every day, drunk and dreaming, so if things go wrong, he will follow Professor Firenze's instructions and run to the Forbidden Forest. Lin shouldn't be discovered when he's there. And the best thing is that Principal Dumbledore is also at school today - he saw Principal Dumbledore sitting in the stands during the game - so if something big happens, there is someone who can tell the truth.

Bloody Barrow's position is relatively fixed. He always stays near the observatory.

"Hello, Mr. Barrow." Tom appeared behind him and greeted him calmly, "I have been invited to come and settle an injustice committed in the past."

Bloody Barrow turned around, his dull face expressionless.

"Get out of here." He said numbly, "That is between me and her. If she hates me and wants me to disappear, she should tell me personally."

"But she is no longer a human being, so she can't tell you 'in person'." Tom pointed out this point. "It is said that you are the one who caused this. And before causing all this, when she was still a living person, Didn’t she tell you personally in front of you that she didn’t want to?”

Bloody Barrow looked at him grimly.

"You're simply not willing to accept answers you don't expect," Tom said. "So how can you really respect a woman's ideas?"

"I personally suggest that you walk the road of the dead yourself and leave the lady some peace. To be honest, being haunted by a murderer for thousands of years sounds too pitiful."

"What do you know?" Bloody Barrow said coldly.

"Maybe those are just the lady's words. But, taking the moral high ground does make me feel better." Tom said politely, "So you may have your own opinion, but I don't want to hear it. "

"I'm not a saint." Tom didn't have a wand. Casting spells with a wand could easily be detected. "Mrs. Gray holds a secret that I want to know, so——"

"About the crown?" Bloody Barro asked in a very cold tone, "She will not tell anyone the secret of the crown."

"That's not necessarily the case," Tom replied.

"But I'm different." Bloody Barrow said to himself, "I just want to continue watching her without being disturbed."

"Our lives end in the Albanian forest, and I don't think she will let the crown get away from her."

"Now you got what you wanted, get out of here."

Tom was silent for a moment.

Albanian forest... He checked and found that Professor Quirrell started wearing a turban after traveling to Albania. It can be speculated that the Dark Lord possessed him from about that time.

Too many coincidences are no longer coincidences. There is no need to take chances anymore. Voldemort is indeed related to the Ravenclaw Golden Diadem, and his tweets... may have followed in the footsteps of Professor Quirrell.

Tom stretched out his hand to Bloody Barrow, and black mist loomed around his fingertips.

"Is Mrs. Gray's story about being unable to woo her and killing someone out of anger true?" he asked.

Bloody Barro's face finally showed a trace of anger, and the shackles on his body vibrated and made a clanging sound.

"You said just now that you were just looking for the information she had. You said you were not a saint—"

"Oh," Tom replied, "but I don't mind keeping my word when I can, like cleaning up, taking out the trash, and so on."

"Caring for the environment is everyone's responsibility."