[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Early the next morning, Tom woke up in the dormitory where he was the only one, staring at the scarlet curtain in a daze for a while. His naughty magic powers rolled lazily on his quilt, making his bed seem to have a massage function of its own.

The phoenix tattoo on his chest was faintly glowing with heat - Fawkes had become much more lively since returning to Hogwarts - making the already comfortable and warm bed even more difficult to get out of.

"Good morning, Fox." Finally, Tom yawned and climbed up, patting the magic ball that Tuan came over to rub against. After washing up, he snapped his fingers, and a few more wisps of magic mist spread out. He quickly hooked up the heavy schoolbag and wrapped it up, then followed him out the door, holding it up and down.

As the new "street cleaner" of Hogwarts, Tom gets the same treatment as Professor Snape, who can perform "Moses Parting the Sea" wherever he goes. When he reached the marble stairs at the entrance of the auditorium, he caught up with Harry and the others.

"Morning," said Tom.

"Morning," Harry said absently, looking towards the staff table involuntarily. Professor Graplan was chatting with the astronomy teacher, Professor Sinistra, while Firenze the centaur meekly drank a mixed plant drink and looked at Professor Sinistra with his astonishingly blue eyes. And Hagrid was once again conspicuous by his absence.

"Hagrid hasn't come back yet," he said sadly. For Harry, returning to Hogwarts without seeing Hagrid always felt like a piece of his heart was missing.

They had just arrived at the Gryffindor table when a tall dark girl with long braids strode up to Harry.

"Hello, Angelina." Harry greeted, tilting his head.

"Hello," she said briskly, nodding to Tom and others at the same time. She only glanced at Tom, who looked like a human-shaped steam engine, a few more times. "How was your summer vacation?" Without waiting for a reply, she continued. : "You know, I've been elected captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!"

Her face lit up.

"Great!" Harry grinned and applauded her.

"Ah, by the way, Oliver is gone and we need a new goalkeeper. The selection will be held at five o'clock on Friday afternoon. I hope all the players can be there, okay? So we can see if the new guy can follow everyone. It works well together," Angelina said energetically, shaking off her long braid.

"Of course, no problem." Harry agreed, watching the energetic girl walk away with a smile.

"I forgot that Wood was gone," Hermione said calmly as she sat down next to Ron, dragging a plate of bread in front of her, "I think that will have a big impact on the team?"

"I think so," Harry sat down on the opposite bench, "He is an excellent goalkeeper..."

Ron's face suddenly turned red. He stared at the edge of the plate and said uncomfortably, "But it wouldn't be bad to get some fresh blood, wouldn't it?"

Tom glanced at him suspiciously, suspecting that he might have signed up. But since Ron didn't say anything, he didn't comment much on it.

By this time, the Gryffindor students had almost arrived, and Professor McGonagall came from the staff chair and distributed the course schedules one by one along the table.

"Look at today!" Ron sighed, "History of Magic, two Potions lessons, Divination lessons, two Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons... Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that one named Umbridge's women, all on the same day! I hope Fred and George speed up and get those quick-acting skip-a-minute candy..."

Hermione's ears perked up like an alert cat.

"What fast-acting skipping candy?!" she snapped, startling Fred and George who were about to sit down next to Harry.

"Well, one that can help you briefly escape from the nightmare of fifth grade-" Fred grinned.

"A life-saving remedy that leaves you gasping for breath of fresh air—" George continued.

"Ah! Quick-acting truant candy!" They both chanted emotionally, "Whoever uses it will know it! Whoever uses it will tell you!"

Hermione snorted hard.

"Speaking of which, you are not allowed to post advertisements on the Gryffindor notice board to recruit experimenters." She warned the Weasley twins sternly, "Don't let me be forced to deduct points from my own house."

Fred pinched his throat and imitated her accent: "'Don't let me be forced to deduct points from my college!'" They both laughed, and then Fred began to spread a thick layer of butter on a piece of pancake. , "Come on, Hermione, it won't be long before you change your tone and you'll be begging us for skipping candy."

"Nonsense!" she said.

"Fifth grade is the O.W.Ls year," George said as he ate. "Just because of O.W.Ls, half of our classmates in the grade had a little trouble, cried and wiped their noses, lost their temper... …Patricia Stinson fainted at every turn…”

"You will soon find out," Fred gloated. "You will have to deal with endless tests... They will be like a grinding wheel grinding your nose hard. Compared with that kind of torture, you will be happy to take the initiative Eat something that only causes temporary pain, like quick skipping candy or nosebleed nougat.”

"Anyway," George wisely stopped the topic before Hermione's face became even more ugly, "Anyway, fifth grade is really a nightmare year, if you care more about test scores."

"If you need a pick-me-up or something," Fred followed, "we can provide that too."

Hermione did not soften her face because their sales content changed from a series of truant products that had not passed convincing verification experiments to ordinary potions.

Ron received the looks from his brothers and was forced to change the subject: "So this school year is really difficult? Because of those exams?" As he spoke, he began to feel truly worried, "If I fail, what will happen to my mother?" It will kill me!"

"Of course," Hermione said, "it's related to our future job hunting. So I don't think any student should rashly choose a path that seems easy but is actually only more rugged... Don't let me catch you selling it. Those things!”

The twins shrugged.

"Okay, okay, the prefect has the final say." They said with a playful smile, and finally took a plate of dessert from the table, jumped up, and almost knocked down Professor McGonagall who was walking over.

"Sorry, Professor!" They took their plates and ran away.

"Reckless!" Professor McGonagall raised her voice and said to them, then straightened her robe and turned to Tom, "Good morning, Mr. Locke... I hope you have finished your meal?"

"Uh..." Tom wiped his mouth quickly, "What's the matter, Professor?"

Professor McGonagall was looking at him with worried and loving eyes.

"I want to have a quick chat with you, quickly... okay?" She patted Tom on the shoulder and led him to the corner.

But she didn't speak for a long time, so Tom had no choice but to ask her: "Professor?"

"I'm really sorry, Tom." Professor McGonagall crossed her fingers tightly, "You last night - I mean, they -" She hesitated several times, but Tom already understood what she was going to say. what.

"It's okay, Professor." He laughed, "It's nice to have a dormitory all to yourself. It's just troublesome for you, I have to rearrange the dormitory for them."

"I have to consider the demands of other students...I have to say that their considerations are reasonable to a certain extent." Professor McGonagall said apologetically, "Yes, I think you can understand...but I I still feel very sorry." She suddenly took a step forward, hugged Tom tightly, and then quickly let go, "I have to say, this is not your fault, Tom, you have always been a good child."

"Uh..." Tom felt heat rising on his cheeks, "Thank you?"

"Go to class," Professor McGonagall said. "I believe you have also discovered that although some students have self-protection considerations, in Gryffindor, you will never lack friends with enough courage."