[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

When Tom crawled through the hole made by the Fat Lady and got into the Gryffindor lounge, he felt many people secretly casting glances at him, until the sound of falling down one after another came from the corner - a group of first-year freshmen It was like being hit on the head by an invisible sledgehammer, and everyone passed out in their seats. Some plopped to the ground, and some just slumped on the armrests of the chairs, their tongues hanging out, and they still held candy wrappers in their hands.

Most of the people watching laughed. Some of Fred, George and Lee Jordan were holding large paper bags (from which the suspicious candies seemed to be taken out), while the other two were holding Standing there with a clipboard with a spring clip, he was carefully observing the delirious first-year students.

Then there was a loud tug of a chair, and Hermione stood up angrily and strode towards them. Ron, who was sitting next to her, hesitantly raised his body from the chair, but finally chose to keep his slender body as low as possible and huddled in the chair. Next to him, Harry looked at Hermione's movements.

"That's enough!" Hermione said majestically to Fred and George, who both looked up in slight surprise.

"Yeah, you're right," George said with the energy of a mad scientist. "That dose seems to be enough, doesn't it?"

"I've already warned you - don't test your garbage on your classmates!"

Fred shrugged and said, "We paid."

"I don't care, this could be dangerous!"

"Calm down, Hermione, it'll be okay!" Lee Jordan reassured her, walking around among the first years, stuffing purple candies into their open mouths.

"Yeah, look, they're all awake now," George said.

A few freshmen did start to stir. They were shocked to see themselves lying on the floor or slumped in a chair. Apparently, Fred and George had not told them what the candy was for.

"Are you feeling okay?" George greeted a little black-haired girl lying at his feet in a friendly tone as if nothing had happened.

"...I think...it seems so, right?" The poor girl replied tremblingly under the gaze of the tall senior.

"That's great," Fred said happily, but then Hermione snatched away his clipboard and the bag of coma marshmallows.

"That's not great at all!" said Hermione angrily. "What if one of them gets seriously ill?"

"We won't let them get sick. We have already tested these candies on ourselves, and now we just want to see if everyone reacts the same way-" Fred was annoyed and was beaten by Hermione in the middle of his explanation. Broken: "If you don't stop doing this, I'm going to—"

"Penalty us to solitary confinement?" Fred responded quickly, with a hint of "I want to see if you dare" in his voice.

"We are made to write sentences?" George said mockingly.

Everyone in the lounge laughed. It seemed that everyone enjoyed watching this kind of drama that challenged authority.

Hermione straightened her body upright, and lightning flashed in her fluffy hair - it was the leakage of magic caused by violent emotional ups and downs.

"No," her voice was shaking slightly with anger, "but I will write to your mother."

"Wait! You can't!" George took a step back in shock - but when Tom walked over and saw him up close, at least half of his expression was staged. Apparently it was the laughter of the people around him that brought him back to his senses. He realized that a conflict between the popular Weasley twins and Hermione in public would put Hermione in a difficult position as she had just become a prefect, so he decided to take a step back and let Hermione Hermione asserted her authority.

"Oh, yes, I will write it." Hermione said unequivocally, "I can't stop you from eating these boring things yourself, but you can't give them to the first years."

Fred and George both showed vivid expressions of hate and fear.

Hermione gave them both a final glare, stuffed Fred's clipboard and the bag of candy into his arms, then pulled Tom and strode back to her chair by the fire.

At this time, Ron buried his body so low in his seat that his nose was almost parallel to his knees.

"Thanks for your support, Ron," Hermione said meanly.

"You're handling yourself very well." Ron muttered, changing the subject with a sneer, "What did Dumbledore tell you, Tom?"

"He said that if I want to be exempted from the Defense Against the Dark Arts course, I have to ask the person to write the exemption application." Tom said, putting the packed pie on the table, "Magic apple pie, it's still warm, come on A bit?"

"That's it?" Ron asked in disbelief, "No confinement, no penalty sentences, and no points deducted?"

"Come on, with my current status in the eyes of others, to look good to Umbridge in public, Dumbledore would be considered well-mannered if he didn't applaud. Just think of it as dog bites dog." Tom smiled mockingly, "But Harry, you'd better..." He searched for a more tactful way to say it.

"——Take care of your temper." Harry said angrily, "Thank you, Professor McGonagall just said so." He rummaged through the book distractedly, but couldn't find a few sentences. I could copy the sentence into the paper as it is, but in the end I simply closed the book with a bang and said, "I went upstairs to sleep."

Ron started packing as well, and Hermione struggled to focus on the blank parchment, but gave up. "No, I can't concentrate right now. Thank you for the pie, Tom." Hermione stood up and took a piece of apple pie. "I have to go rest too."

Tom shrugged and returned to the dormitory with the remaining pie.

The fireplace had been lit in the empty bedroom, so it didn't feel cold just because it was empty. The red-eyed crow occupied a bed with its arms spread out, drinking from a straw in its mouth comfortably.

Tom closed the door and knocked on the door, trying to get the crow's attention.

"Ammm——" The crow lazily called out in response.

"How are you today?" Tom put on his fluffy slippers and placed the pie on the side table next to Crow's bed.

"Say what you have to say," said the crow, taking a bite of the pie crust.

"I need an application for exemption from Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"This is really rude to the lady in class." Crow looked sideways at him, "Are you because you really don't like Umbridge, or because you really like Harry Potter?"

"A more realistic statement is that the content of her course is simply a waste of my time." Tom said, "I think... the teacher will still be willing to consider whether it is worth asking me to waste my time on it, right?"

The crow's figure changed, elongating into a woman with wheat-colored skin wearing a feather coat, and responded with a strange smile to Tom's words: "Then why don't you think about your teacher...? "

"I thought that was why he sent me back to Hogwarts," Tom curled his lips, "Why, I misunderstood?"

The shadow anima stared at him, a golden crown shining in her raven-wing black hair.

"Isn't it?" Tom asked again, "Didn't he mean to ask me to play a rebellious heir to gain favor for the centrists and the opposition and... create a false illusion that it seems that I can be won over?"

A powerful tyrant has a more moderate heir who seems to disapprove of him. Those who have been struggling to resist will inevitably have some thoughts... As long as they endure it and work hard, they can win the heir to their side. , once the tyrant is killed, life will be easier, right? By then, whether the new king, who has a gentler temperament and can be manipulated, will be turned into a more complete puppet, or whether he will suddenly die suddenly, is just a matter of manipulation.

People who still have a faint hope can always endure oppression better than desperate people who have no way out.

"I think the Dark Lord will like what you say, boy."

"Since you think so, I think he will really like it." Tom said, "Do you two have to be so clear about it?"

"Another bad attempt to stir up trouble, boy." Shadow Anima lightly poked Tom's face with her sharp nails as punishment.

"It's not so much sowing discord," said Tom frankly. "It's just a crude attempt to please—if you were in a better mood you might put in a nice word for me—I'm not sure he'll be willing to write for me. Application, because that thing needs to be handed over to Dumbledore for review and signature."

"Or...are you willing to write it for me?" Tom looked at her with an innocent expression, "After all, you are also -" Anima's index finger pressed on his lips.

"Be careful, my boy." She said quietly, "He is very sensitive in some aspects..."

"You really can't do it for me secretly?" Tom leaned back to avoid her fingers, "Just quietly, without telling him? After all, we have a better relationship..."

Anima responded to his provocation and temptation again with a half-smiling expression.

"The Dark Lord knows everything... at least that's what he hopes." She turned into a crow again, shook her wings, and shook off the food residue she had eaten. "Go to sleep, I'll be back soon."

Tom followed the instructions and walked back to his bed, watching helplessly as the crow took flight.

"Bring the application form back!" He asked, clasping his hands, "I'll leave everything to you!"