[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Snape strode towards Tom, menacingly. His crazy colleague—Barty Crouch Jr.—was staring at them from behind with a gloomy face, undecided whether to stand up and fight Dumbledore first, or rush to the Dark Lord first. Complain to show loyalty.

"Go," Snape said shortly.

But Harry had already pushed through the crowd and squeezed over: "Can I have a word with him, Professor?"

Those familiar green eyes looked at him eagerly, making Snape even more upset and angry: "Mr. Potter——"

Tom saw little Barty also standing up, and quickly pointed behind Snape: "Professor Snape! Someone is looking for you!"

Snape twitched his lips with a smile: "Two minutes." He gave Tom a glare, and then turned back to deal with Barty Jr.

Tom couldn't figure out whether this honor was for Green Eyes or the Dark Lord, but it didn't matter, Harry had already hurriedly dragged him to a corner.

"Tom," Harry lowered his voice, "If you know more about the resurrection spell later..." He squeezed Tom's hand tightly, "Of course, under the premise of ensuring your own safety... …Can you tell me?" He looked at Tom pleadingly.

"Principal Dumbledore..." Didn't Principal Dumbledore say wait a minute?

"He doesn't approve of resurrection. This is something we all know." Harry lowered his voice, showing a hoarse tone. "It's not that I don't trust him, but I...that's My parents, can you understand? As long as there is a little hope..."

Tom noticed cold sweat on his palms, so he squeezed Harry's hand hard.

"I know..." He also lowered his voice in response, "But Harry, you have to hold on tight and wait for news from the principal——"

They looked at each other, and Tom suddenly stopped talking - Harry's eyes were stained with a dark green, like deep opaque pools. Tom suddenly realized why Harry had just subconsciously emphasized that he didn't distrust Dumbledore.

"I asked," Harry said in a low voice, "The Hog's Head pub is closed and no one has seen the bartender again."

"This doesn't mean anything." This doesn't mean that Principal Dumbledore took any tough measures to control his family. Tom calmed his breathing and persuaded him, "You heard what the principal said, Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are extremely clever -"

"Yes, that's right. Of course I know how good he is at creating conflict and hostility... Just like..." Harry interrupted, "I asked Dumbledore about the spell my mother cast on me. He Just tell me that love is the greatest magic in the world... It was my mother who burst out all the power of her life in the crisis and protected me with love." Harry smiled bitterly, "I am willing to accept this answer, I just... "He searched hard for words to describe his emotions of sadness, resistance and self-loathing - it would be better if my mother had not died...if my mother didn't love me so much, if my mother used her strength to protect herself...

But there are no words to describe the heavy grief and guilt.

Of course he would feel much better if there was an unfounded seducer who could harbor this strange resentment, but he also clearly realized that it was probably just a malicious speculation by Voldemort, and the truth was probably as simple and as Dumbledore said. heavy.

This sobriety made him more miserable. 7K妏揩

Tom saw the clear pain and hesitation in Harry's eyes. He could only be thankful that Harry was very strong... If he had a weaker heart, even if he knew that this was probably just a provocation, he still wouldn't be able to help but find someone to express his hatred to, right?

"I know that Voldemort is my enemy, and I'm very conscious, Tom." Harry once again interrupted Tom who had just opened his mouth, "I'm just...confused." He used the words "conscious" and "confused" to describe his state at the same time. .

"Of course I believe in Dumbledore - I would like to call him the embodiment of virtue and wisdom -" Harry smiled bitterly, "The problem is me, resurrection is my selfishness... I can't give up all hope if I am selfish. Can you understand that in the person of an incarnation of virtue who I know does not approve of resurrection at all?"

Tom didn't know what to say. It seems too frivolous for a person with two parents to persuade Harry to calm down and be patient; if he starts to say that worship is the furthest distance from understanding, and that Principal Dumbledore is a good person, but there is no need to regard him as a saint, etc., Coming from a guy like him who is still known as the Dark Lord's disciple, he seems to be suspected of sowing discord.

So he ended up just giving Harry's hand a firm squeeze.

Snape had already managed to get rid of his nervous colleague in a few words. With his eagle-like eyes wandering around, he impatiently caught two little lions in the corner.

"I really hope I didn't interrupt your sincere confession." He said softly, and suddenly pulled his face down: "Don't leave yet!"

He pushed Harry away, grabbed Tom's upper arm and led him towards the gate of Hogwarts. Tom struggled to look back, and his friends all stood up and gave him worried and farewell looks.

He smiled and waved to them: "See you next school year!"

When he reached the big iron gate, Filch was already waiting beside him holding his beloved gray cat. He looked at Tom with an indescribable look, and Mrs. Norris mewed at him in a drawl.

"Good evening." Tom greeted him politely.

Filch snorted - ever since he took Mrs. Norris to Hogsmeade last year and ended up sending Mrs. Norris directly to the hospital wing, Filch had only spoken to him in monosyllables. ——Even if he could know from Mrs. Norris's communication that his beloved cat jumped out to protect Tom, it wouldn't stop him from being angry with Tom.

——What’s more, after this incident, his cat seemed to further draw Tom into its protective circle. It was as if at this moment, if he hadn't hugged Mrs. Norris, his wife would have rushed over like a worried mother cat to check whether Tom was injured.

He took out the key with one hand and opened the door, and clamped the cat tighter with the other hand.

"Here." He twitched his chin, indicating that they could leave.

Snape didn't care what stories there were between them. He grabbed Tom and walked out of the door with a cold face, motioned for Tom to grab his clothes, then held down his left arm and apparated with Tom.

The cold-faced Snape finally changed his expression when he followed the guidance of the Dark Mark and apparated to his own home.

He looked around at his old house at No. 23 Spider End Alley, which had been greatly changed. He glanced at the open door of the underground potion room, the game consoles and headphones scattered on the new sofa, and the comfortable bird's nest that had appeared inexplicably on the window sill. The food bowl in the corner still contains the uneaten lamb chops and the half-filled bowl of water, as well as the new chandelier that is as bright as daylight, and the kitchen that seems to have been renovated and has a lot of new equipment. His face looked very strange for a moment.

"So..." he asked Tom softly, the voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "You have been living in my house?!"

He suddenly understood Lucius's mood very well!

"Emmmm..." Tom looked at his face carefully, "Not all the time?"

Snape's expression did not improve. What forced him to quickly shut down his good mood was Voldemort rising from the underground potion room and Nagini at his feet.

"Master." He bowed his head towards the Dark Lord.

"I almost thought you were going to celebrate all night long." The Dark Lord said jokingly, "How are you, my boy? Did you have a good time today?"

"It's not bad," Tom said, "The main thing is that I finally had a good meal." He also said jokingly.

"I heard that you and your little friends also visited Dumbledore."

Upon hearing the Dark Lord's question, Snape glanced at Tom quickly from the corner of his eye.

"Harry can't wait to discuss the feasibility of resurrection with Principal Dumbledore." Tom restrained his thoughts and suppressed the three-point anchors and Deathly Hallows that came to mind because of resurrection. Get up, "The principal advised him to wait, and he agreed."

"Dumbledore..." The Dark Lord chuckled, looking in a good mood, "It's enough to give him a headache for a while."

"You should stay with Severus during this period," he ordered, "I will leave you... the crow as well." He did not use the word "crown", "You happen to be worried that you are going to fail the exam, right? ? Just give Severus a headache." He smiled and turned to Snape, "I'll leave this naughty wild boy to you to make up for your mistakes, Professor."

"Yes, Master." Snape said flatly.

"What about you?" Tom asked him. This rashness made Snape angrily score Gryffindor ten points in his mind.

"I will do what adults should do." The Dark Lord said lazily, "Ask less questions."

He nodded at them, picked up Nagini, who was still hesitating whether to eat half of the cold lamb chops, and disappeared with a bang.

Leaving Snape and Tom looking at each other in the room, the crow also flew up from the underground potion room, stood on the window sill and made a mocking and unpleasant cry.

"...Clean up the house first." Snape gritted his teeth and threw all the Muggle game supplies that he didn't like into Tom's arms.