[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The carriage jingled to a stop beside the stone steps leading to the oak door. The towering towers looked even darker against the dark night sky. Occasionally, a window could be seen casting a warm red light above their heads, and the Thestrals Standing quietly and patiently in front of the carriage, waiting for the students to shuffle into the rain, those empty, white-filmed eyes flickered in the night.

The foyer was lit red by torches and echoed with the footsteps of students. They held their pets and joined the crowd, walked across the stone-paved floor, walked towards the two doors leading to the auditorium on the right, and passed through the security spells that were difficult to discern with the naked eye one by one - Tom was still vaguely worried about his escapades. Will the magic scattered outside the body be recognized as a "threat", or Harry's soul piece and his also possessed raven will cause an alarm - but apparently, Hogwarts' current security system is not that Senior, they walked into the auditorium without incident, where the opening dinner was held.

The auditorium was filled with four long academic tables, and there was a dark ceiling without stars, exactly like the sky outside seen through the tall windows. Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver ghosts dotting the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students. They were chatting happily, exchanging news about the summer vacation, greeting friends from other colleges loudly, looking at each other's new hairstyles and clothes--and when Tom and his party passed by, they gave very poorly disguised looks. A kind of "casual" look.

Tom was mentally prepared for this. Anyway, as long as he looked away, those students would panic and avoid the possibility of looking at him, pretending to be talking incoherently to the people around them - the crow was squatting in his arms, Let out a mocking "Ammm" cry.

Luna left them and sat at the Ravenclaw table. Calvin Benson, who worked with him to make wand peripheral gadgets, smiled generously at him, so Tom also smiled and nodded at him.

They sat down on the long Gryffindor table. Several classmates nearby quickly moved their buttocks without looking away, as if they wanted to stay away from them. Hermione moved her lips, wanting to say something, but felt that it was too much to get angry over this - after all, those people didn't do anything particularly provocative - and finally had to sit down angrily.

"I didn't see Hagrid." Harry didn't pay attention to Hermione's mood. He was focused on searching for Hagrid on the staff bench. Logically speaking, Hagrid's bulk is very conspicuous and cannot be covered by anyone. But all he saw was that Professor Grapeland walked to the end of the faculty table and sat down alone.

This upset Harry. The problem with Hagrid's teaching quality is no longer a matter of one day or two. Although Principal Dumbledore insists that he should be called the professor of Care of Magical Creatures, he is usually only responsible for the opening remarks and bringing them various magical animals. The real The lectures are still given by Professor Graplan. So they usually sit side by side at the end of the faculty desk.

At the opening banquet, I only saw Professor Grapeland... Could it be that Hagrid finally lost his job as a professor?

"Uh... maybe he hasn't come back yet?" Ron lowered his voice, "It's that mysterious mission..."

"Excuse me?" Tom politely reminded them that he didn't know anything yet.

"Dumbledore sent him to do something during the summer vacation - I'm sorry, Tom, we don't know any more." Hermione said quickly, "They all think that we are children and should not be involved in this. Things happen.”

"Yeah, I really hope they can take the time to notify me when they kill Voldemort." Harry said mockingly.

"Wait a minute." Tom put aside the overweight crow that was weighing down his arm. "Look, Professor McGonagall is coming in."

This is of course just an excuse.

When he heard Hermione's explanation, Tom was keenly thinking, who are "them"? If Ron is from the Weasley family, he may have heard some relevant news, so it is possible that the adults think that he should not get involved. But Hermione and Harry live in the Muggle world! Logically speaking, they should have reunited with each other on the first day of school just like him. The problem was that Hermione's words did not sound like she and Harry had just returned to the magical world.

The crow is still here, and more importantly, its eyes are still glowing red with energy. So of course it is not appropriate to ask further at this time. So Tom could only put his doubts in his heart and signal his friends to drop this dangerous topic.

A group of frightened first-year students walked into the auditorium led by Professor McGonagall. She was holding a stool in her hand, with an ancient wizard's hat placed on it. The hat was patched with patches, and there was a wide crack beside the frayed brim.

It had been about two years since Tom had heard the Sorting Hat sing, so he sat up straighter with a little nostalgia. The crow next to him fluttered its wings and flew away very presciently when the Sorting Hat twisted its body and was about to speak.

All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath. Then, the slit next to the hat's brim opened like a mouth, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly. When the first lyrics came out, Tom's nostalgia immediately disappeared, and the gray-white hats around him The mist enveloped him snugly, as if it spontaneously cast a silent spell the moment it received his wish, isolating those torturous sound waves.

"Don't-" Hermione waved away the extra fog that enveloped her, and listened attentively, "The lyrics seem to be different this year."

Harry very obediently let the mist wrap around him, while Ron quickly squeezed in on his own initiative. The three boys sat in the quiet mist and looked at each other.

Ron moved his lower lip and said dryly: "She...is a little too strong sometimes, isn't she?"

Tom raised his eyebrows at him. So Ron shut up.

"Something's not right." After the Sorting Hat finished singing, Hermione squeezed in and said uneasily, "The Sorting Hat issued a warning——"

"Huh? That hat can also say things other than what is required by the sorting house?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Hermione bit her lower lip, "But..." She glanced at Tom and then at Harry worriedly, "The situation now is indeed different from before, isn't it?"

Tom didn't answer, just waved away the overlapping fog. So everyone sat in silence, watching the queue waiting for sorting gradually shorten. When the last new student was assigned to Hufflepuff, Professor McGonagall picked up her hat and stool and strode away. At this time, Principal Dumbledore stood up.

"Welcome to our new students," Dumbledore said in a loud voice, with his arms spread wide and a bright smile on his lips. It seemed that his spirit had recovered a lot after a summer vacation. "Welcome! Welcome to our old students - welcome Come back! There is plenty of time for speeches, but not now. Eat your heart out!"

It was another dreamy meal - delicacies suddenly fell from the sky amidst the cheers in the auditorium, and the five long tables were suddenly filled with large pieces of beef, pies, plates of vegetables, bread, jam and a plate of vegetables. The pots of pumpkin juice made a crunching sound due to being overwhelmed.

Tom couldn't wait to start - he had endured Professor Snape's food for a long time - not that there was anything wrong with the taste, after all, with the Potions Master's exquisite control, making some simple food was not a problem - but As long as you see those pale hands with yellow nails kneading the dough neatly, the action is the same as that of a potions professor kneading a huge fat slug a few minutes ago; or you can see him simply kneading the dough. He cut off the vegetable stalk with his bare hands, making a crisp sound just like he had just cut off the rat's cervical vertebrae with his bare hands...

Tom simply lost his appetite.