[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom stumbled a bit when he went down the stairs. The contrast between the heavy penis and the light mist was so sharp... When he adapted to the physical body again, the magic mist that was freely flowing inside and outside his body had thoughtfully condensed into seven or eight pieces. A thick tentacle lifted the clumsy man up.

"Ah...thank you," Tom patted them carelessly, "but no, okay? I think I'd better do it myself..."

The tentacles dispersed into mist again and swirled around him.

By the time he returned to the Gryffindor common room, he had finally regained control of his limbs. At this time, fatigue overwhelmed him like a tide. While fishing for the magical mist that wanted to wake up the Fat Lady, he tentatively said the password to the sleeping Fat Lady's portrait: "Mibu Mibao."

The Fat Lady didn't even open her eyes, she just murmured softly, and then turned the portrait away, revealing the hole in the Gryffindor common room.

He was greeted by a bustle. Ron ran towards him, smiling broadly, holding a goblet in his hand, spilling butterbeer all over his chest.

"I made it! I was selected! I'm the goalkeeper!"

Harry stood beside Ron, smiling cheerfully and holding a glass of Butterbeer in his hand.

"Ah - great! Congratulations!" Tom tried his best to cheer himself up and said to Ron with a smile on his face.

"Have some butterbeer," Ron said, handing him a bottle. "I can't believe it - where's Hermione?"

"There she is," said Fred, who was also sipping butterbeer, pointing to an armchair by the fire. Hermione was dozing off in her chair, the wine glass in her hand tilted to one side, about to spill.

"Well, she said she was very happy just now." Ron said, looking a little overwhelmed.

"Let her sleep," George said quickly. Tom noticed that the faces of the first years around them bore the unmistakable signs of fresh nosebleeds.

OK, the Weasley twins are secretly experimenting with their line of quick-acting skip-the-school sweets again.

Tom didn't reveal anything, he just smiled and raised his wine glass to clink them with them.

"Come on, Ron, see if Oliver's old robe looks good on you." Katie Bell said loudly, "We can take off his name and put it on yours..."

Ron walked over and Angelina strode up to Harry.

"I'm sorry I was a little rough with you earlier, Potter," she said abruptly.

Tom calmly took a few steps back, politely leaving the lady some privacy.

Angelina gave him a grateful look over the rim of the goblet.

Tom raised his beer bottle at her, then walked over to sit next to Hermione in the corner. As soon as he put down the bottle, Hermione jerked awake.

"Oh, it's you... Ron's great, isn't he?" she said sleepily. "I'm just so - so - tired," she yawned, avoiding talking about what she had done. "What did Dumbledore want with you?"

"Wand." Tom knocked on the long and narrow box in his hand, "But...well, he still thinks I'm not suitable for magic exercises in class, and he said he would say hello to the professors. I really hope he said that. The professors include Professor Snape, I can't just rely on Draco for a semester, right? That would be treating Snape like an idiot."

"I hope the Headmaster has given you some advice," Hermione whispered.

"Uh...he found me a teacher." Tom said uncomfortably, "It should be considered a teacher...an old friend of his."

"That must be a very powerful wizard." Hermione said enviously.

"He is very powerful, but his identity is not suitable to be revealed——"

"Then don't say it," Hermione said decisively.

She was as understanding as ever.

"Uh-huh," Tom shrugged, "I plan to go back to the dormitory to rest...the practical courses are really tiring."

"If you go upstairs, then my departure shouldn't be too abrupt..." Hermione yawned, "Let's go and talk to Harry and Ron."

They quickly found the excited Ron and Harry, said hello to them, and went back to the dormitory to rest.

The next morning, Tom was woken up by the rolling tentacles piled on the bed, playing with each other. He helplessly brushed away the mist that rubbed his face affectionately, and lay on the bed for a while, watching the dust swirling and dancing in the ray of sunlight that came through the gap in the four-poster bed curtain, causing a few wisps of mist to move away. chase.

He hesitated for a while whether to get up or not, and then he happily remembered that today was Saturday and there was no need to get up early to catch up with classes.

The crow hasn't come back yet. I wonder if he was sent to run errands elsewhere by the Dark Lord. He really hoped that the crow would come back with the good news that he would be exempted from Defense Against the Dark Arts, but if he didn't bring it back, as long as the Dark Lord didn't severely criticize his previous behavior - which he wouldn't even think about - he wouldn't go to it again anyway. Umbridge's class.

Tom, who was tossing and turning on the bed without falling asleep, had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going back to sleep and sat up. The attentive mist tentacles opened the curtain around the bed and brought over the clothes hanging on the back of the chair.

This seems to be a kind of exercise? Tom weighed it up and simply sat down lazily, letting the mist help him change into clothes, take him out of bed, and very decisively choose a pair of boots for him with red laces that he originally thought were too bright. Put it on.

Other than that, everything else is pretty good. It seems that after yesterday's "Mist Fusion", although the magical mist still cannot be absorbed into the body, the sensitivity and considerateness during command have increased.

Very good, Tom, who had been stuck in his original state for a long time, finally saw hope of progress again.

"Good morning." So when he came to the Great Hall and saw his friends at the Gryffindor table, he greeted them cheerfully.

"You are so happy, what happy event is there?" Ron asked in surprise.

"Well...there's no class today, is there?"

After a while, Harry also came down, rubbing his head, and asked them if they don't have headaches after drinking?

"Yeah," Ron scoffed, but brought Harry a large glass of pumpkin juice and a large plate of bacon bread, "to keep him warm."

"Thanks, mate." Harry sat down.

"Um...Harry? Would you like to go out with me a little earlier? Just - um - practice with me before training? So, you know, I can get a feel for the ball." After a while, Ron said calmly.

Hermione glanced sideways at him.

"Okay." Harry said.

Hermione's serious gaze fell on Harry again.

"Wait a minute, I don't think you should be doing this," Hermione said, "You've both fallen behind on a lot of homework—"

But she suddenly stopped talking. The morning mail came, and as usual, a long-eared owl flew towards her with the Daily Prophet in its mouth, and landed dangerously next to the sugar bowl, stretching out one of its legs. Hermione stuffed a Knut into its leather purse, took the newspaper, and glanced sharply at the first page, when the owl fluttered its wings and flew away.

"Anything interesting?" Ron asked eagerly, eager to divert Hermione away from the topic of homework.

"No," she sighed. "It's all that boring nonsense about the bass player of the Weird Sisters getting married."

"At least it proves that nothing much happened recently," Tom said, serving himself a spoonful of scrambled eggs.

Hermione unfolded the newspaper and shielded herself behind it. Harry ate another helping of spaghetti bolognese with gusto. Ron stared blankly at the high window, looking a little worried.

"Wait a minute..." Hermione sat up straight and read attentively, "Stogy Podmore... I seem to have heard this name somewhere before..."

"Stogy Podmore?" Ron said slowly. "That's the guy with the straw on his head, isn't he? He's from the Order of the Phoenix -"

"Ron, shush!" Hermione said, looking around in horror.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked.

Hermione spread out the newspaper, and Tom leaned over to look down at it with Harry and Ron. The article was less than an inch long, and at the bottom of the column was the title:

Trespassing into the Ministry of Magic

Stooges Podmore, 2 years old, lives at 8 Laburnum Park, Clapham District. He was tried in the Wizengamot recently and was accused of illegally trespassing at the Ministry of Magic with the intention of committing a robbery on August 31. Podmore was captured by Ministry of Magic guard Eric Munch, who discovered that he was trying to break through a first-class security door at one o'clock in the morning. Podmore refused to defend himself and was found guilty of both charges and sentenced to six months in Azkaban.

"Six months in Azkaban!" Harry whispered in shock, "Just for trying to break through a door!"

"Don't be silly, it wasn't just about trying to break through a door. What was he doing at the Ministry of Magic at one in the morning?" Hermione said in a low voice.

"Do you think he is working for the Order of the Phoenix?" Ron asked softly and vaguely.

"Then the Order of the Phoenix didn't protect him?" Hermione raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Wait a minute..." Harry said slowly, "Stogi was supposed to come see us off that day, remember?"

Tom looked at him.

"Yeah, he was supposed to be one of the guards escorting us to King's Cross Station, remember? Moody was pissed off just because he didn't show up... so he's probably not from the Order, right?" Ron said .

"That doesn't mean anything. I don't think Dumbledore would arrange for outsiders to escort Harry," Hermione said.

"Well, maybe they didn't know he was arrested... maybe it was a frame-up?" Ron shouted excitedly, "No - listen!" Seeing the threatening expression on Hermione's face, he Lowering his voice suddenly and dramatically, he continued, "The Ministry of Magic suspected that he was one of Dumbledore's gang, so - probably - they lured him to the Ministry of Magic without him even trying to break through a door! Maybe! They are deliberately making up some excuses to arrest him!"

Harry and Hermione were silent for a moment, thinking about his words.

"That's a funny reason for the conviction," said Tom.

"The more ridiculous the accusation, the more arrogant a warning it is." Ron said.

When these words came out of Ron's mouth, Tom looked at him more.

Harry still thought it seemed a bit far-fetched, but Hermione seemed interested.

"You know, it wouldn't surprise me at all if that was the case." She folded the newspaper thoughtfully.

"But why the door?" Tom said, his spiritual sense vaguely feeling that this was key information.

"Insinuating that he exceeded his authority?" Hermione guessed.

They had too little information to guess anything. So Tom just shrugged, wrote the information down, and continued to eat breakfast.

And Hermione had already begun to arrange today's tasks skillfully: "I think - we should first write the paper on self-planted pollinator shrubs assigned by Sprout. If everything goes well, we can also start practicing wheat before lunch. Professor Ge’s non-animal summoning spell..."

Harry looked at the clear blue sky outside and didn't answer.

"I mean, we can do it tonight," Ron said, smiling ingratiatingly.

"If you continue like this and don't take your studies seriously, you will definitely fail every aspect of your O.W.Ls exams." Hermione said unceremoniously, "And I will never lend you my homework to copy. of!"

"Don't worry," Ron said confusedly, "We will definitely finish our homework... Let's go, Harry?" He couldn't wait to go flying with Harry.

Hermione turned to Tom with angry eyes: "What about you?"

"Me? Uh... I plan to go back to the dormitory to read a book, do homework and so on." Tom said. In fact, he wanted to try exercising his magic mist again, but without Dumbledore's supervision, he was a little worried. Once you've played with fire, you can't change it.

This answer barely satisfied Hermione. She snorted and walked to the library with her schoolbag in hand.

"Remember to practice your demulcents!" She hadn't forgotten Potions yet.

"Okay." Tom said perfunctorily, then packed himself a pie and went back to the dormitory.

"Come on," he sat comfortably in the soft armchair, letting his magic mist fill the entire dormitory, "let's take a look..."

He signaled a wisp of mist to curl up the quill, dipped it in the inkpot, and then suspended it over the brand new parchment.

"Uh...write the title first." He directed the pen to write down a few words tremblingly.

"No," he said distressedly, "I am actually writing this, right?"

The mist squirmed at a loss, and tentatively made a few strokes on the paper.

Tom craned his neck and took a look. Well, he shouldn't have high expectations for the IQ of the magic mist...but that's right. If they are really smart enough to help him do his homework independently, it is estimated that the relationship between them is They wouldn't be so harmonious, and he would be instinctively wary of them.

"Okay, it's okay." He opened his arms and hugged a handful of mist and patted it, "Let's do something else..."