[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Whatever you say about having nowhere to go, just say you won't give me a Christmas break," Tom said unhappily.

"There's no such thing as a holiday here, the Dark Lord."

"This welfare package is not good." Tom commented.

The Dark Lord was amused and raised his finger to give him a faint tap.

Tom stood up eagerly, poured him a cup of hot tea, and asked, "Then let's go traveling together?"

The Dark Lord glanced at him indifferently, and Tom quickly changed his words: "Study tour!"

"So how do you define this period of your life?"

"Going out for practical activities?"

The Dark Lord chuckled.

"Speak realistically, boy," said the Dark Lord, "or I'll take it back."

Tom narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously: "Actually, you are already ready, right? You just keep forcing me to narrow the scope of my wish - okay," he showed a evil smile and licked the pointed tiger teeth. , “Then I want a Christmas dinner!”

"Okay," the Dark Lord also smiled at him, calmly, "I was going to take you to eat some good food."

Tom raised his eyebrows. 7K妏揩

But soon he knew what the Dark Lord was referring to.

A few days later, after Wormtail was sent out to buy groceries, the Dark Lord ordered him to put on a women's dress brought back by Crow——

"I won't wear this!" Tom protested loudly, blushing.

"I don't see any difference between this thing and a wizard's robe except for the color." The Dark Lord said coldly.

The crow mocked "Ammmm" and stood on the stand, peering around.

"Hurry up, don't make me repeat it a second time-" The Dark Lord's magic pressure rolled faintly in the room.

Tom was so angry that he threw the pillows on the sofa, put on the skirt angrily, and put on the wig with gritted teeth. In order to retaliate, after wrapping the Dark Lord in a baby blanket and putting on a baby hat, he also cut the yarn The quality curtain tied a bow on the Dark Lord's head.

The Dark Lord looked at him coldly the whole time.

Miscalculated. Tom gritted his teeth. For a Dark Lord who could directly use a female body, how could a bow tie give him any sense of shame? In the end, he was the only one sulking over cross-dressing.

He picked up the dressed Dark Lord with a straight face and asked stiffly: "Where are you going?"

The Dark Lord's weak snake hand rose up and wrapped around his neck - "Wait a minute!" Tom stopped, "When you stretch out your hand, you'll be exposed!"

It would be strange if passers-by didn't call the police if they saw a flesh-colored hand that looked like it had been skinned sticking out of the baby's blanket.

"I know," the Dark Lord replied, "but you don't want to experience being apart."

"Apparate?" Tom immediately understood what spell the Dark Lord was going to cast. "Is it okay?" He looked down at the weak Dark Lord with suspicion.

The Dark Lord sneered at this, and stopped insisting on wrapping his arms around his neck. He directly pulled the hair on the back of his head through the wig, and immediately activated the magic in revenge——

The surroundings immediately became dark, and Tom felt a violent squeezing feeling coming from all directions at the same time. He couldn't breathe at all. It seemed that some external force was roughly rolling him into a ball, and then violently falling from a very narrow tree. squeeze it out of the rubber tube.

Tom fell to his knees and retched several times.

Well, it seems that after eating most of the diary, the Dark Lord's condition has indeed improved a lot.

"Get up," the Dark Lord, who also had an ugly face, urged in his arms, "Someone is here -"

"What a terrible magic experience." Tom wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up. "Have you never thought of improving this spell a little?"

The Dark Lord ignored him—according to the way he was dressed at the moment, it was normal for him not to speak.

"Ma'am?" A passerby stopped and asked him, "Are you okay?"

Tom cursed the Dark Lord ten thousand times in his mind, then hugged the Dark Lord tighter to prevent the other party from seeing the Dark Lord's face, and replied with a pinched voice: "I'm fine, thank you."

He also flipped up the blond wig by his ears, blushed slightly and lowered his head.

The kind passerby walked away, and the Dark Lord chuckled in his arms: "It seems you are adapting well."

"Thanks to you..." Tom said bitterly, looking at the surrounding street scene, "Are we... going back to London?"

The surrounding street scene is not unfamiliar. If you turn to a remote intersection, you will see the familiar spider tail alley.

"...You're here to see Professor Snape." Tom said, wondering whether the Dark Lord's resurrection plan would use some potion, or whether it was to monitor whether Mad-Eye Moody's actions were out of control?

"We are here to observe my dear Severus. I have been out of power for too long, and people's loyalty often cannot stand the test of time." The Dark Lord was quite sober about this.

"I'm sorry." Tom said without sincerity, just as a courtesy to him.

"For a great man, mental pain and physical torture are often inevitable." The Dark Lord said deeply.

"Thanks for the teaching - can we move on to the next step quickly?" Tom awkwardly pulled off the fabric on his body, "If you stay here in a daze, some kind-hearted people will come over."

The Dark Lord snorted and directed him to go to Snape's house.

"Professor Snape is usually away from home except during the summer vacation." Tom said while holding the Dark Lord while hiding from the sewage on the ground.

"Just so that he is not at home." The Dark Lord replied, "I am very curious, during these thirteen long years, when his master was struggling painfully on the line of life and death, why did my loyal servant never come? To help his master, the one he had sworn to be forever loyal to?"

"In my darkest period, when I no longer imagined that any Death Eater would care about my condition, I just wanted to know one thing-" the Dark Lord whispered, "when I endured the pain At that time, they were all doing - something!"

"Live your own life," Tom shrugged. "People always have to move forward. After all, at that time -" He tried to find a nicer word to describe the Dark Lord's failure, but couldn't find any.

"You're back now, aren't you?" He could only comfort the Dark Lord perfunctorily.

"We're here." The Dark Lord didn't answer his words. He just raised his head and stared at the dilapidated hut with his red eyes.

"He has not moved." The Dark Lord said softly, "Go in and let me see what he has done over the years."

Tom didn't quite understand what the Dark Lord wanted to see. He knew what Professor Snape's house looked like. It was very poor and dilapidated inside and out. But this doesn't seem to matter. After all, the professor spends most of his time at Hogwarts. It shouldn't be a problem if he doesn't feel the need to decorate a temporary place to stay?

But his gut told him that this was problematic for the Dark Lord.