[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom got his wish and tried to stew a pot of soup in the kitchen using his magic mist.

In fact, after Grindelwald's guidance and his own exploration, his control over the magical mist has greatly improved. He can use them to create blades to cut into pieces, slices, shreds, etc. - It can be cut much more evenly than he did by hand; he can also light fire, add water, add seasonings, etc.; the mist can condense into a stirring stick and stir in the soup, and even the saltiness and effect can be vaguely perceived. he:

A vat of beef soup with just the right heat, more salt and less water. Additional magic effect: Every creature that drinks it for the first time must say the word "delicious".

Tom: "..." Which step is wrong? Can a soup still produce magical effects? !It’s just forced to be “tasty”, right? Is his magic so competitive?

He directed the mist people to turn off the fire, and took out a small bowl separately, looking hesitantly between the black dog, gray cat and house elf.

The black dog moved his nose and looked at the bowl of fragrant broth with great interest.

"Let me make it clear in advance," Tom lowered his head and said to the dog, "This is the first time I have made soup like this. I have to try it myself first."

He scooped up a spoonful for himself and took a sip. It was a little salty and a little hot on the mouth. The rest could be said to be ordinary, but the moment he swallowed it, he couldn't help but sigh: "It tastes delicious!"

...So evil?

He took another spoon and prepared to feed it to the dog, but the tall black dog just poked his head lightly, put his tongue directly into the bowl, and started licking happily.

Then the black dog raised his head and whimpered, "It tastes good!"

——This is being burned.

Tom, who was dumbfounded, reached out and turned the water into ice cubes and stuffed them into the black dog's mouth. Then he tried to use the magic mist to do something else - even if he just mixed a plate of vegetable salad, it actually had a cooling effect.

Come on, he'd better not use the magic mist to brew magic potion for the time being. He still doesn't know what changes will happen to those magic plants under the influence of his magic power.

After giving up the trouble, they spent a pleasant and full-bellied half-day in the kitchen. By the time it was time for lunch, none of them could hold any more food in their stomachs.

"Let's go." Tom stood up, his magic mist grabbing the crispy dried fish packed for Mrs. Norris, the biscuits and teething sticks packed for Sirius, and the ones packed for Crow. Pies, fruit tea...

First, Mrs. Norris was returned to Filch, and then the black dog was taken back to the Gryffindor lounge - and then he was shocked to find that Harry and the others were back.

And Harry's mood was obviously not right.

The black dog quickly ran to Harry's feet, put his big head on Harry's lap, looked at Harry's face from bottom to top with his bright black eyes, and let out a comforting purr.

"...I'm fine." Harry rubbed the dog's shiny and smooth fur and reluctantly pulled the corner of his mouth.

The black dog rubbed up, then turned over on Harry's knees with difficulty, exposing his warm and furry belly, trying to make him happy.

"I'm really fine." Harry said this, but he hugged the black dog tightly and buried his head.

The black dog rolled his eyes in confusion, as if asking what happened.

Tom sat down and put the packed things aside.

"What's wrong?" he asked Hermione in a low voice.

"We plan to gather together students who are willing to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts with Harry-" Hermione said.

"Then?"

"Then we're going to pick a suitable place—" Ron said.

"Well, it's the kind of place that...students don't go to often." Hermione said, "I mean, although I have carefully read the school's rules and regulations - including those that Umbridge later added. Several times, I confirmed that this kind of extracurricular group does not violate any of the above, but...it's better not to be too high-profile, isn't it?". 7

"I think you're almost getting to the point," Tom said, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, long story short, there are only two pubs in Hogsmeade, one is the Three Broomsticks and the other is-"

Tom finished her sentence for her: "——The Pig's Head Bar."

"The Hog's Head is open again?" asked Tom. "Have you met Dumbledore - the other one, I mean?"

Hermione nodded slightly and slowly.

"I wanted... to be safer on Dumbledore's territory..." she whispered, "whichever Dumbledore it is."

"Okay." Tom was silent for a while, "I assume it's not that the formation of your extracurricular group is not going well?"

Ron shook his head vigorously.

So Tom asked straight to the point: "So have you met that Dumbledore? That... Ariana Dumbledore?"

"...If you mean the portrait, yes." Harry looked up from the black dog, his eyes still red and crying.

It means that no living person has seen it.

"So..." Tom lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong with that resurrection technique?"

"...He asked me if I have ever thought about how resurrected people can continue to live in the world." Harry said numbly.

The black dog finally understood what they were discussing through key words, and his whole body trembled, almost falling off Harry. It hurriedly scrambled for air with its legs in the air, and it took a while to stabilize itself. Its ears were pointed and it listened intently to what they were saying.

"Bone, flesh, blood, three-point anchor." Tom could recite the spell with his eyes closed, and he thought about it a lot.

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again.

"There is also fuel." He said hoarsely, "Do you remember... what they called 'firewood' at that time?"