[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

History of Magic is recognized as the most boring course designed in the wizarding world. Their ghost teacher, Mr. Binns, spoke breathlessly and in a drawl about the giant war, and successfully hypnotized more than half of the students in almost ten minutes.

Even Tom couldn't help but feel sleepy while sitting in the safe and warm classroom.

The History of Magic textbooks are not only old, but also full of ambiguities. For example, if you just read the textbook, it would be difficult for a hemp wizard to understand the battle logic of the wizards in the Giant War - if the giants are really as stupid and primitive as recorded in the textbook, it is just that their natural skin has high magic resistance and great strength. Infinite, then why do they fight against the wizard?

Isn't it possible to just get some thorn balls or something else, then cast a few activation spells and a reduction spell, sneak into the giant's orifice at night, and then cast an enlargement spell and that's it? Besides, wizards can summon meteor showers (Harry Potter 1, Chapter , Professor McGonagall said). No matter how high the magic resistance of the giant's skin is, can it still resist the meteorites roaring from outer space?

But what the textbooks don't actually mention is that a single giant is not a problem, but groups of giants will be connected to the power of the earth. As long as they step on the earth, it will be difficult to cause real harm to them.

Another example is that the History of Magic textbooks only describe in a serious manner how many times XX wizards used fire-avoidance spells to tease Muggles during the witch-hunting movement, but they never mention how much the wizarding world suffered as a result of the Holy See's involvement.

However, it is quite interesting to compare the memories of the Gaunt family (which is of course a biased perspective) with the History of Magic textbooks. Tom didn't listen to Mr. Binns reading slowly, and was immersed in the fun of comparing historical records and making comments when he was suddenly hit by a paper ball.

Tom: "?"

He looked around and originally thought it was Harry and Ron who were secretly playing the executioner game asking him to join in, but when he looked up, he realized that it was Draco who was sitting a few rows ahead of another group and threw it sideways.

Draco was still gesturing for him to read and reply to the message quickly.

Tom: "..." What the hell? Mr. Binns didn't look up at all! Is it necessary to be sneaky?

He directly folded his books, whispered hello to Hermione who was taking notes carefully next to him, then stood up generously, holding the textbook and walked towards Draco's row. 7K妏揩

Occasionally, a few shocked eyes fell on him, and he looked back briefly, but then those eyes quickly moved away.

Draco was busy urging his two big friends to squeeze in, and then he also sat inside and said proudly with a bit of pretended annoyance: "What do you have to say in person? "

"Why do you have to throw the note away?" Tom raised his eyebrows and threw it back as it was.

Then Master Malfoy's face turned red.

"You fellow!" he said with bluff ferocity.

Tom was not afraid of him at all. He sat down next to him and opened the textbook again to the chapter on Giant War. Then he slowly smoothed out the small ball of paper that had just hit him, intending to read what was written on it.

Draco stretched out his hand to grab it—passing the note to others, opening it in front of him, and looking like he was going to "appreciate" it carefully, the difference was still a bit big, and he couldn't hold his nerve anymore.

"give me back!"

"Ehehehe -" Tom raised his hand high with a smirk, and his magical mist transformed into short illusory tentacles that slapped Draco's stretched out hand, "You just want me. Look."

Draco glared at him angrily, rubbing the back of his red hand, and said with gritted teeth in every word: "Asshole! I've been worrying about you for a whole year in vain!"

"Oh..." Tom drawled, "You're not just going to ask me how I'm doing, are you?" He pressed the note with his fingers and didn't rush to open it.

"Otherwise!" Draco lowered his voice, his face became more serious, and he looked around the classroom full of classmates suggestively, signaling Tom to pay attention to the situation, "What else can I ask?"

He mumbled, lowered his voice, and added: "I don't know what you can and cannot say..."

"I wanted to ask you how you are doing." Tom didn't deliberately lower his voice, but the gray-white mist around him had silently enveloped the two of them. "I heard that you are now a famous figure in front of the Dark Lord."

Draco said proudly: "The Dark Lord did praise me a few times." Then he tasted something wrong in Tom's words.

"Hey." He leaned over and bumped into Tom in an unskilled manner - he had only seen others do such an inappropriate move before, but it was his first time to practice it. "Are you angry about this?"

After Master Malfoy said this, he felt a little uncontrollably proud.

"Don't worry," his gray-blue eyes flashed with excitement, and his voice was extremely low, "I am definitely on your side. He is already old -"

Tom gave him a look, and he swallowed the rest of his words - along with the smile on his face.

After a moment of silence, Draco became a little angry again: "What? Don't you tell me that you still don't have any ideas? Hypocrisy!"

"Don't get out of here—" said Tom.

"Bah!" Draco laughed angrily. The cold fake smile on his face made him look more and more like his father. "Don't pretend to be stupid, my dear Mr. Locke. At this point, you think you have Is it important to have no ideas?" His gray-blue eyes stared at Tom like a wolf, "Do you think - do you think Gryffindor is really a warm family? Do you think they will have no scruples and no doubts? Will I welcome you back with open arms, unwavering in your experience of the past year, and the importance and declaration of the Dark Lord?"

"You think I haven't heard - it's spread all over the school - those roommates of yours -"

"Draco Malfoy." Tom glanced at him again.

Draco rolled more deliberately hurtful words on his tongue and swallowed them reluctantly.

"...The Dark Lord is not a good person either." Draco said stiffly, looking away from him, "If you don't make plans early while the flowers are blooming and the fire is cooking, wait for him-"

"I have my own plan." Tom stopped him.

"You'd better have your own plan," Draco said coldly.