[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

At the end of the holiday, Snape brought him the notice of the new school year with great displeasure - and gloomily warned him that he had better get his annoying crow back as soon as possible, so as not to let a demon The Professor of Medicine deigned to do the job of messenger bird—for free.

For the sake of Professor Snape's heart health, Tom considerately did not tell him the true identity of the "annoying crow" in someone's mouth that also "condescended to do the job of messenger bird". He only reminded him that the crow was now working for the black man. The devil works.

The notice for the new school year contained nothing more than two pieces of parchment: one reminded him that school would start on September 9 as usual, and the other told him what books he would need for the next school year. There are only two new books this year, Standard Spells (Level 1), by Miranda Gorshak, and The Theory of Magical Defense, by Wilbert Slinka.

"'Defence Against the Dark Arts'? It sounds like Principal Dumbledore has finally found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Tom asked.

Snape sneered.

"You won't like her," he said.

"Her?" Tom didn't expect a woman to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year. "Did Principal Dumbledore choose her because she has special talents?"

"In a sense, yes," Snape replied, "but mainly Albus didn't have much choice - if he didn't choose Umbridge, he would have to choose one of the Carrow siblings. "

Tom had never heard of the Carrow brothers, but Snape was not going to talk about it any more. As the school year approaches, he is much busier than the students who are only under pressure to catch up on homework.

Of course, there was no pressure on Tom to catch up on homework—he hadn't been to class since last school year and had no idea what homework was. So he could arrange the last few days of his vacation as comfortably as possible.

"I have to go to Diagon Alley." He called to Snape, who was about to leave in a hurry, "to buy some necessary supplies and stuff -"

"I have ordered the bookstore to send the textbooks directly to the school, and the money will be taken from your account." Snape replied impatiently, thinking about the troublesome reimbursement documents for potions materials for next semester's students that he had not yet finished.

"I still need to buy clothes-"

Snape then gave him a perfunctory look, turning a blind eye to his robe that was higher than his ankles: "I think you are well dressed."

"And the wand -" Tom laughed angrily, and had no choice but to throw out the "must-have item" in the eyes of the wizard, "I have to choose the wand myself, right?"

Snape was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and smiled: "Where is your wand? Where is your original wand!"

"Destroyed." Tom calmly spread his hands.

Snape glared at him fiercely, wanting to pry open the skull of this stupid Gryffindor who could actually break his own wand and see what failed potion mixture was inside. For Merlin's sake, he had thought that this little bastard had started practicing wandless magic in advance!

It turns out it’s really because I don’t have a wand!

"Wait," he said fiercely, "I want to report to the Dark Lord."

Tom shrugged.

It's understandable, after all, he was ordered to keep an eye on him.

But Tom didn't expect that the Dark Lord would decide to take him to buy a wand in person - "You're kidding." Tom said to the Dark Lord who ran over happily and changed into a new robe embroidered with complicated dark patterns.

"As an orphan, I have never experienced what it is like to have someone accompany you when shopping." The Dark Lord leaned against the door frame and urged him to change clothes. "I still remember the first time I knew I was a wizard... that was what Dumbledore did for me. The news I brought was that he planned to accompany me to Diagon Alley. Fortunately, I rejected him, otherwise when I think back on it now, the little happy memory would be tainted with unpleasantness."

Tom gave a perfunctory smirk. Oh, the Dark Lord can still reject Dumbledore, can he still reject the Dark Lord?

He didn't know what the Dark Lord was planning, but obviously he wouldn't be surprised if he ran into a whole team of reporters and photographers when he went out - so when he was really surprised by a flashlight in Diagon Alley , he could barely pull the corners of his mouth.

Well, the background is ordinary wizards running around trying to avoid the Dark Lord coming in person.

Tom really wants to know how the p-photo technology in the wizarding world is, otherwise, trying to create a friendly image of the Dark Lord with this background would be a fool's errand.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord was not in the mood to be interviewed yet. He just looked sideways, and the blond Malfoy appeared in time and left with the reporters in a graceful manner.

They first went to Tuofan Clothing Store to buy a series of clothes - the generous Dark Lord paid for it - and Tom didn't ask where he got the money. Logically speaking, the account of a guy like him should be frozen. , but considering that the Ministry of Magic has been trying its best to pretend to maintain a peaceful situation, it seems understandable.

After replenishing a series of necessary supplies such as magic ink, quills, and notebooks, they finally arrived at Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Ollivander, the old man with bulging silver-white eyes, received them tremblingly.

"This child," the Dark Lord pointed at Tom in a scribble, his red eyes staring at Ollivander like a beast preparing to prey, "needs a new wand."

"Ah, I remember you..." drawled the wandmaker.

"That's a beautiful child. He likes you very much..." The old man looked at him sadly, "What about the child?"

Tom felt a little uncomfortable.

"Uh... I'm sorry," he said, looking down, but then looking up again, "I need to buy a new wand."

"Buy?" Ollivander frowned, "It is the wand that chooses the wizard, kid. The wand is the closest partner to the wizard, the closest combination... It is difficult to have a second wand that will be like your original one. The wand fits like that. Besides, you still have to see if any of your partners are willing to choose you... given the tragic experience of your last partner."

"Why, will there be a wand that refuses to obey orders?" the Dark Lord asked coldly.

"They will all obey powerful wizards...but wizards may not necessarily find all wands suitable." Ollivander replied, "Wandology is a complex and mysterious magical subject."

"Then customize one." The Dark Lord said, "Customized ones should always be smooth. But Ollivander, the Dark Lord will not be satisfied with such a low standard as 'smooth'... I ask for more. Powerful power..."

Ollivander didn't answer immediately.

"Let me see your craftsmanship..." the Dark Lord continued, stroking the yew wand with his fingers, "If you are indeed skilled in craftsmanship, I will place additional orders."

Ollivander didn't seem happy to hear that he was about to receive more orders.

"...Ollivander's Wand Shop has always used different unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, dragon and snake nerves as the wand core, and different quality wood for the wand body." The old man with light-colored eyes said softly, Avoiding the Dark Lord's gaze, he said, "It is more versatile...that's why it was chosen as the designated wand purchasing point for freshmen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"So... when it comes to personalized customization... um, I'm relatively inexperienced." He chose his words carefully, "Some more challenging and imaginative odd combinations may better meet your requirements in terms of customization?"

Ollivander swallowed hard, and facing the Dark Lord's half-smiling expression, he finally said the words that caused trouble: "Why don't you consider...German Grigovitch? "