[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom ignored Hermione and Ron's subsequent attempts to persuade Harry. Regardless of whether this matter was successful or not, as the heir to the Dark Lord in the eyes of others, he was not suitable to speak. So after dinner, he said goodbye to his friends and went back to his dormitory alone.

The inspiration from the previous class was still swirling in his mind. He had always thought about taking the lost magic power back into his body, but now he thought that he could just let it go outside. Moreover, he had never tried to launch a ball of magic power alone like Grindelwald did before...

He sat on the bed and looked at the mist that was fighting and intertwining all over the room. He tried to break up a small group, casually made the shape of a paper airplane and threw it out the window - it was enough to command within about a hundred meters. It works so well, but no matter how far away it is, the signal feels intermittent.

Tom waved again, and the magic paper airplane flew back with a joyful spin.

Come, plunge into the fog that fills the room, and melt away.

If this were quietly injected into the Quidditch balls... Tom thought about it, it would really be possible to catch the Golden Snitch whenever he wanted; the Bludger could hit people at whatever angle it wanted. Beat someone...

As for herding magic mist, it's not like he has never done it before, but he just didn't think deeply about it.

As his thoughts changed, the fog in the room gradually spread and overflowed, gradually becoming thinner, and the color gradually faded, making it almost invisible to the naked eye. Only in his spiritual sense, the mighty magic spreads throughout Gryffindor Tower, flowing from top to bottom, from the inside out, flowing out.

Tom's perception spread out along with the magic mist, and he found that no matter whether it was portraits, magic instruments or classmates, they all looked as if they were unaware of anything, as if the air-like magic mist was being swallowed naturally with their breathing...

Gee, he looks a bit like a villain. Tom complained to himself and restrained himself to let the mist avoid the wizard.

OK. He stood up and looked in the mirror, and was satisfied to see that there was no longer a large cloud of magic mist surrounding him, resembling a human-shaped steam engine.

After a second thought, Tom waved his hand, and the fog around him became thicker again—you always have to keep a guard up.

He restrained himself in time. When night fell, the crow, which had disappeared for a week, flew back, swaggeringly kicked open the window and jumped in. Then he started calling "Ahhhhh" and ordered food for himself.

"...Thank you for not coming back in the middle of the night." Tom nodded at the crow and poured it a glass of warm water.

"You're welcome," the crow said shamelessly, eating the black pudding sent by the house elf.

"Application?" Tom tried to ask.

"For Dumbledore," said the crow.

Tom was startled: "You still dare to see Dumbledore?" Do you still remember that you are the Dark Lord's Horcrux? !

"Why not?" Crow gave him a mocking look.

Tom was silent for a moment.

"...What did you talk about with Dumbledore?" Tom lowered his voice, "Did you form an alliance with him?"

"Nonsense," said the crow, pretending to lick his fingers.

"Don't come here." Tom smoothed the hair on Crow's chest with his backhand, "I'm not an outsider——"

The crow's red eyes flashed. "Why do kids care so much?" It jumped and changed its position, signaling Tom to continue smoothing the hair, but refused to say more.

After another two weeks, Umbridge finally finished inspecting all the teachers' classes. Tom began to study magic under the guidance of Grindelwald - starting with transfiguration. As long as he soaks the entire object with magic power, he can transform it as he pleases - but if the properties and volume are too different, more magic power needs to be filled in. Principal Dumbledore called it "quasi-transfiguration"——.7

"From the perspective of the purpose of casting the spell," the old devil said coldly, "I don't see any difference."

"Of course," he continued slowly, "if you think this path is destined to take more time, and hope for a quicker, direct use of 'excessive force'—"

Dumbledore cleared his throat.

There was an odd silence in the office.

"Try again," Grindelwald said to Tom a moment later, as if nothing had happened. "Magic is everywhere. It is not to use your magic to completely occupy it, but to use your magic as a hook to attract the people inside." Changes in magic power..."

Tom focused his attention on the teapot, pretending that he did not detect the strangeness between the two old men.

He tried his best to sense the so-called ubiquitous magic - well, mainly to sense the part in the teapot...

Grindelwald watched his magical mist circle around the inner space of the teapot like a scrubber, and sneered.

He seemed to have misunderstood the "inside" of the teapot. Tom thought, and began to feel the structure of the teapot, trying to grasp the little clue to induce the overall change.

Like knocking over a set of dominoes...

His thoughts moved slightly, and he saw the teapot chirping and turning into a fat mouse. The strange mouse with the bright color of the teapot looked around in a panic, then fell off the table in a panic, and with a crisp sound, it broke into several pieces of porcelain.

"Find the right hook, even if it's too little," Grindelwald said, "Why, are you waiting for me to help you recover?"

"I think the effect of the spell is uncertain..." Tom muttered, looked up at the smiling Dumbledore, took a deep breath, "Recovered as before!"

The magical mist surged over like a tide, and the porcelain pieces quickly closed up and turned back into a teapot, then became brand new, and then turned into the texture of newly glazed clay...

Grindelwald's face showed deep impatience, and he made a sudden downward gesture. The overwhelming magic broke away the mist that still surrounded the poor teapot, finally turning it back into mud. Saved.

"Find the point where the magic power activates." He didn't raise his voice with every word, but it was more chilling than a roar.

"Yes, sir. No problem, sir," Tom replied quickly.

"I think it's just a matter of proficiency," said Dumbledore briskly, "isn't it?"

Grindelwald said nothing.

"Then, let's stop here today," Dumbledore said. "I think you can already practice Transfiguration alone - of course, it's best to limit it to the part we are currently practicing, okay?"

Tom nodded obediently, stood up and politely thanked the old devil and the principal, but he was still a little hesitant before going out.

"Uh..." he said hesitantly, "next week... it's Hogsmeade week... I..."

Dumbledore quickly understood what he meant.

"It must be signed by a guardian, kid," he said kindly but insistently.

"but I--"

"On the other hand, I also think you would be safer at school," said Dumbledore. "I think you understand."

Of course he understands. Whether it was Voldemort's overly fanatical subordinates who took advantage of the opportunity to come to him, or whether someone with a blood feud against Voldemort was determined to take revenge on him, it was not good news.

He was just locked up for too long. From being locked up by the Dark Lord to being locked up by Snape, it was not easy for him to return to Hogwarts. As a result, the range of the ban was just a little wider...

"Okay." He said dejectedly, and then heard Grindelwald sneer again inexplicably.

Not daring to say anything in front of the old devil who had been imprisoned for many years, Tom quickly said goodbye to them again and returned to the Gryffindor common room.

The morning we went to Hogsmeade was sunny but windy. After breakfast, Tom watched the students line up in front of Filch, who checked their names one by one against the long list of people whose parents or guardians had allowed them to visit Hogg. A classmate from Mod Village.

"We'll be back with sweets," Hermione promised.

"Butterbeer will do," said Harry, "if Filch doesn't catch him."

"Or something new -" Ron said and exclaimed, "Ouch!"

It was a gray cat that walked over unceremoniously on his shoe and rubbed Tom's trousers.

"Mrs. Norris!" Tom leaned over and picked up the gray cat. Filch glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally. This was his cat.

"I'm fine," Tom said, "I wish you all the best." Harry and the others planned to use this weekend to gather students who were willing to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts with Harry.

He smiled at his friends, and then said hello to Filch: "I'll take Mrs. Norris to the kitchen to eat dried fish."

"You'd better be careful this time, kid," Filch said grimly.

Tom made his promise and walked towards the underground kitchen with the gray cat in his arms. On the way, a dog as big as a bear followed quietly - Mrs. Norris made a huffing sound.

"Good morning." Tom lowered his head and said to the black dog.

The black dog looked up at him, its eyes were pure black.

"When are you going to take action?" it asked.

"I'm still waiting to see." Tom replied, "It's not easy to get the principal's things, isn't it?"

"Maybe you can ask him directly." Black Dog suggested.

"Why are you so anxious?" Tom simply stopped. "In your opinion, shouldn't the lifespan of a mortal be just a blink of an eye?"

"Because this chapter is coming to an end." Black Dog sat down, "If you miss this chapter, you won't know how long you will have to wait until the theme of the Three Sacred Artifacts gathers."

"The chapter on destiny still has a theme?" Tom complained, "Just wait, there must be a chance to speak."

"The storm is coming." Black Dog said solemnly.

"What storm?" Tom just asked, when he saw the black in the white part of the black dog's eyes fade away. It looked left and right, then at Tom, then raised its hind legs and scratched its head in confusion, as if it didn't know why it was here.

"...Don't you want to eat raw scalded beef?" Tom said to Sirius nonchalantly, "Let's go."

He hugged the cat and continued to walk to the kitchen. The dog behind him was confused for a while, then stood up and followed.