[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Wait!" Ron held up a half-bitten chicken leg in stunned silence, "You two?"

He looked back and forth between his brothers, apparently coming to the same guess as Tom from his knowledge of them.

"You're crazy," he breathed. "Umbridge will get you kicked out!"

"First," George said disapprovingly, "she needs to know it was us."

"Secondly," Fred looked at his brother maliciously, "you wouldn't go and tell the truth, would you?"

"I'm not from Umbridge!" Ron felt greatly insulted by this.

"We're talking about not telling mom," George said.

Ron once again looked back and forth at his two tall brothers who were still deliberately bending their arms to show their muscles to him, and nodded quickly.

"I'd rather know what she did again," said Tom. Although Umbridge is annoying, but it has only been a few days since school, how can she anger the Weasley twins to the point of directly attacking them? Logically speaking, shouldn't it be a joke at the beginning to give a big price reduction to the quick-acting truant candy series? Is it the twins' style?

"If anyone asks, we won't tell anyone," George said.

"So if someone asks you, don't tell anyone." Fred lowered his voice furtively.

"Didn't she hold the title of school inspector?" George curled his lips.

"-Then she went to attend other people's classes without permission..." Fred shrugged.

"He said that centaurs are just lower animals, and Firenze is not qualified to teach -" George said.

"That's 'Big Breasted Sweetheart'! And it pissed off...well," Fred lowered his voice, "A lot of girls...well, guys too." He shrugged again, "By a certain A person whose name I cannot tell you due to professional ethics called for a meeting, and everyone gathered together and placed an order. You also know that we have some reputations in the school, so we can’t live up to everyone’s expectations. Besides— —”

"——That's a hundred gold galleons." George sighed.

"We have saved half our lives and still don't have this amount of pocket money." The twins said in unison.

"I understand." Tom held his forehead with his hands, slightly covering his smile.

"No, no, no, you don't understand." George said matter-of-factly. "Umbridge also said at dinner last night that she planned to attend Professor Flitwick's class again. In view of his goblin blood, she Consider it necessary to review his teaching qualifications as soon as possible—"

"...Merlin." Hermione was shocked by this death-seeking spirit.

"So when we took a 'walk' near the Defense Against the Dark Arts offices—"

"'Encountered' some Ravenclaw classmates——"

"——They are all people who love learning——"

"Everyone had a pleasant and friendly conversation about how to use magic spells——"

The twins happily high-fived each other, finally explaining the cause and effect.

"We are just curious now," the twins said before leaving. "If Umbridge doesn't give up and still wants to continue to test the teaching abilities of other professors, what will happen if she appears in the Potions classroom."

The Weasley twins left happily, but Umbridge was clearly in a terrible mood. She and Filch tried every means to eliminate the swamp, but failed. The swamp seemed to be able to multiply by itself. Whenever no one was watching, it would grow bigger. It would not reject any spell that came from it. It would just treat it as nutrition, and it would grow bigger if it was swallowed. Finally, it was full. It filled the corridor on the sixth floor of the east side of the castle.

Gritting his teeth, Filch could only struggle to pull a magic rope to separate this area to prevent it from growing out of control, and took over the task of carrying the students through the swamp in a punt to send them to the classroom. task.

Naturally, Harry no longer needed to go to Umbridge for solitary confinement. Professor McGonagall told him bluntly that the solitary confinement had been moved to her office, and that the confinement content was to do homework. And as the head of Gryffindor, she was very happy to give Harry some small privileges, such as pushing back the planned Friday confinement to a working day so that he could rush to participate in the Quidditch rookie selection.

When the critical moment came, Ron retreated a little.

"Well..." he said hesitantly, "let's forget it. Vicky Frobisher and Jeffrey Hooper are both better flyers than me... George and Fred are here, and I You mean, I don’t have to embarrass myself in front of them, right?”

"Don't be stupid." Harry said without thinking. "None of them can fly as well as you. You are more stable than them." Harry knew that he was lying.

Hermione was more decisive than Harry. She directly thrust Ron's broom into his hand, and then pushed him hard.

Ron met Hermione's sharp eyes and straightened his back unconsciously.

"Okay, okay," he said unnaturally, "I will try my best... You all go, right?"

"I'd love to, but..." Tom waved the note in his hand, "Dumbledore wants me to go to his office."

"Then just wait until we bring back the good news." Harry said.

What Dumbledore told Tom was a continuation of what happened last time, and Ollivander sent over a custom-made wand.

"So fast?" Tom couldn't help but ask. He thought that custom-made handmade products would require a long wait.

Dumbledore gave him a strange look.

Tom immediately realized that he asked a stupid question - the black and white demons placed an order for customization together. It would be strange for Ollivander not to double his hand speed. .seven

"Try it," Dumbledore pushed the long and narrow wooden box to him, "I haven't opened it... I think you are the more suitable person to open it."

No matter what kind of devil it is, it seems to be very ceremonial... Tom was distracted, and when he looked again, his magic mist had violently opened the lid with a "clatter" of excitement, like a group of curious hydra monsters poking their heads. He looked carefully at the wand that was said to be a "colleague" with them from now on.

Tom: "..."

This... can be... considered... a sense of... ritual, right? Tom thought uncertainly while stroking those crowded tentacles skillfully.