[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

After the divination class ended, the students flocked to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom - they couldn't go earlier. Filch's punt could only carry a limited number of people at a time. If you went late, you might be late, and no one wanted to challenge him for no reason. Umbridge's punishment for being late to class.

Tom followed leisurely, and Draco bumped his shoulder and asked, "Are you serious about not going to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"Otherwise?" answered Tom.

Draco expressed his envy with a cold snort.

So while the others turned to the stairs leading to the east side of the castle, Tom climbed up to the eighth floor alone. There was no one else on the left and right stairs, so he simply didn't restrain the magic mist around him and let it float on the adjacent floors.

It is a very magical experience to submerge the surrounding things in his magical mist without restraint. Whether it is a magical staircase, a spiritual portrait, or a magical secret door, they all meekly float in the mist. Give in and reveal the inner secret to him...

He simply stopped and felt the magic circle in the wall with great interest. Those magic circles are not only engraved in the masonry, but also attached to the pipes. The luster of magic shines in the spiritual perception, linking to each other and extending further.

"Perception...those dots indicate alert..." Tom said to himself, "What is this for? Oh, oh, cleaning..."

"Let me try..." He used his mind to drive the mist to light up their perception skills. Suddenly, he remembered the detection spell he had rewritten before.

The magicians nuzzled him happily and obeyed his will. Then he was speechless and saw countless blinking, small, round eyes suddenly appearing in the mist.

"..." He was silent for a while and said reluctantly: "It can be regarded as enhanced perception..."

The mist that enhanced his perception suddenly sent him a vague thought of warning—some huge shadow emitting violent magic fluctuations was approaching...

His mist closed in, guarding him in the middle with all its fangs and claws.

The huge shadow slowly approached...

Tom looked up through the fog and saw Grindelwald standing upstairs looking down at him, his heterochromatic eyes cold and heavy, like a frozen black lake in winter.

Only then did he realize belatedly that the mist was sensing magic power fluctuations, not body shape.

He thought it was Hagrid's three-headed dog that had escaped again!

"Good afternoon," Tom greeted sweetly.

Grindelwald looked very cold, but his tone was quite gentle: "Did you skip class?"

Tom blinked.

"If you are willing to teach me lessons," he said slyly, "how can that be considered skipping class?"

An old but cold face faced him, looking at him indifferently.

"Come here," Grindelwald said.

Tom jumped up the stairs in two or three steps. Before he could jump to the small platform in the middle, suddenly the platform was covered with a fierce blue fire.

Several tentacles popped out from behind Tom's back, sucking on the wall and lifting him up in time.

Tom took two quick breaths and looked up at the old devil, only to see a faint smile on his old face.

"Come again." The old man said.

Tom fell lightly, wrapped in the mist - the mist lay flat in the air for him to settle on. He stepped in the clouds and mist and walked towards the old devil again.

Grindelwald snapped his fingers.

The fierce fire was circling like a snake, with countless protruding snake heads snaking toward Tom along the edge of the clouds and mist.

Then countless nets densely woven with silk threads vibrated and rose up in the mist, intercepting and cutting the Fierce Fire Hydra. The two sides bite and devour each other, and if either side is torn apart, it will become nourishment for the other side to grow stronger. The boy in the fog jumped lightly in this disputed battlefield - until the roaring wall of fire rose from the ground and blocked the road.

Tom stopped and looked at Grindelwald through the blue fire. The blue light made the old man's face paler and colder.

"Come here." The devil said again.

Tom hesitated for a moment. The fierce fire did not stop because of his pause. This increasingly fierce black magic flame occupied more space wantonly, and suppressed him with force.

Of course he knew how to break the curse, but the fierce fire under Grindelwald's control could not be resolved by simply breaking the curse.

Tom once again tried to sink his will into the mist, and his figure became looming. The huge mist whizzed and circled, like a dragon whirlwind, unstoppably facing the wall of fire. Every drop of mist was penetrating him. Will: "——All curses will end!"

The high-speed oscillating magic mist undoubtedly vibrates with every trace of fierce fire it comes into contact with. The faint blue color fades away bit by bit and is absorbed into the gray-white mist...

Grindelwald raised his eyelids and took a look. His expression did not change in response to the mist that came back. He just raised his arms - huge magic waves rippled between his arms -

"Cough cough."

Dumbledore appeared around the corner behind him and cleared his throat politely.

Grindelwald didn't even look back, he just put down his hand with a bored look on his face - the magic wave that had just aroused subsided.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand and muttered a few spells. The walls, stairs, ceiling, etc. emitted a familiar golden light, once again turning into a cage, trapping the gray-white mist.

The mist fell angrily, and first a pair of hands reached out to push it away, and then Tom stepped out.

"Hello, principal." He looked up at Dumbledore and smiled obediently.

"I hope you're not planning any new renovations," Dumbledore said humorously. "Would you like some hot milk?"

"Okay." Tom replied cheerfully and followed Dumbledore to the principal's office. The old devil followed silently and closed the door expressionlessly.

Dumbledore ordered 3 glasses of hot milk, pushed the other two glasses to Tom and Grindelwald, and sat down on the armchair happily holding the last glass.

Grindelwald looked down and tapped his fingers on the table. "Tea," he said, and the milky white liquid in the cup was replaced by clear tea soup.

But he still had no intention of picking up the tea cup to moisten his mouth.

"I forgot to choose a classroom for you," Dumbledore said, "but as far as I'm concerned, the principal's office is a good choice - at least it's more solid, I mean when I'm here."

Grindelwald nodded obediently.

"Watch." His eyes fell on Tom, and the fierce fire ignited in his hands, and then he easily kneaded and stretched it into a flaming knife with a thin blade.

"Knife," he said.

Tom hesitated for a moment, then scooped up the mist and rolled it into a ball. The mist skillfully rolled into a magic ball and happily jumped into his arms, settling into a familiar place.

Grindelwald's cold eyes flicked on his face, and a blush suddenly appeared on Tom's face.

"...Accident! It's just an accident!" He defended quickly, forcing himself to concentrate and pass on his thoughts - the mist stretched into a cold and dim knife.

As soon as he raised the magic knife, he looked back thoughtfully. In the same way, the other magical mist turned into a foot-long blade, spreading out behind him like a peacock spreading its tail.

Grindelwald didn't say anything to the knives on Tom's back, he just twirled the flaming knife in his hand and shook out a blazing shield.

"Shield," he said.

Tom then rolled up the mist and knocked it in front of him like a shield: "Layers of protection!"

There was a sound of metal clashing over and over again, and layers of shields were stacked up to protect Tom behind.

This time Grindelwald nodded.

The old man grasped and released the fire shield, and a strange shape composed of dense spikes bloomed in his hand.

"Stab," he said.

Tom has come to understand what Grindelwald is teaching him. In the absence of a magic wand, you don't have to rely on magical power to get by, nor do you have to rely on magical mist to exert your own power. It's not that he wants to follow Grindelwald's example, he still has to bring his own thinking.

He thought for a while, and then drove the mist to turn into a densely woven silk net, each thread carrying fine, almost invisible stings.

"It's not hopeless yet," Grindelwald said, "Come again."

He flicked his fingers, and the strange plant made of spikes in his hand retracted and flicked, and a spike flew out, nailed to the wall and turned into a sea of ​​fire - Dumbledore quickly stopped it before it spread. He waved his wand to extinguish the fire, and the portraits on the wall cursed one after another.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and waved his wand. The space in the office expanded again, and the walls were almost invisible.

Tom was stunned for a moment. Since the magic power exceeded the body's capacity, he has been thinking about how to take it back, but has not thought about this method.

He opened his palms, and a handful of fine needles transformed by mist jingled into his palms.

"Attack me." Grindelwald said. "Don't worry, I'm not a good person."

Tom blinked his eyes, tried to order the needles to fly out, and cast a copying spell at the same time - densely packed flying needles exploded in mid-air, and rushed towards Grindelwald like a sky-blocking sun.

Grindelwald raised his palms, and the fierce fire turned into a rotating fire shield again, and then - in the next moment, Grindelwald threw out the fire shield, letting it explode into a handful of needles stained with flames in the air. , and then slowly dissipated.

"It's a bit interesting." The old devil lowered his head and stared at the slowly falling wreckage that had regained its illusory form, and said thoughtfully.

"Go on," he ordered, "attack me in every way you can imagine - don't worry about black magic or not, your principal is not a good person either."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Or you can treat this as homework." The old principal said kindly, "I happen to have worked with your teacher, and you can see if you can inspire some inspiration."

Grindelwald glanced at him and did not answer the question.

"Magic is magic, and anti-jinxes are also jinxes. Darkness contaminating the soul and light twisting the soul are the same thing - so the important thing is to grasp the essence of oneself." The Demon King said, "Idiots who cannot grasp the essence will always lose their way. Yes, it doesn’t matter if you get lost on the path of magic, it’s the same if you get lost on the path of others. Those who are like me will die, and those who learn from me will live.”

"Are you done?" Dumbledore rolled up his sleeves and smiled very kindly, "Come on, let's do some activities."