[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom subconsciously looked at the wooden door, and for a moment he thought he'd better avoid it. Then he remembered that the stairs had been blown up. Even Dumbledore crawled out of the fireplace.

He looked at the fireplace again, hoping to find some undisturbed floo powder nearby - although he hadn't used it himself, other people's memories still gave him full confidence. (Floo powder, a magical powder that can be sprinkled into a fireplace with Floo network service and shouted out the name of the destination to teleport)

Seeing that Dumbledore's wand was already in his hand, Grindelwald's face remained calm.

"Just in time," he said to Tom, "you can practice deflecting the spell."

Teacher, you don’t have to be so dedicated, right? Teacher... quickly turn your head and see that the principal’s stick has already been swung!

Of course, Grindelwald didn't hear Tom's complaints, but that didn't mean that he didn't notice Dumbledore even using his magic wand to zoom in.

"I haven't told him how to deflect physical attacks yet," he said calmly to Dumbledore, "Let's practice deflecting magic spells first."

Dumbledore put his wand, which had become half a man's height, on the ground with a "dong" sound. His white hair moved automatically without any wind, and the air around him steamed up. The astonishing heat made the light distort a little, making his expression even brighter. Somewhat blurry.

Wait a minute, teacher! You haven’t taught me how to deflect the curse yet!

When Dumbledore agreed and saw the brilliant beam of light - yes, it was an exaggerated beam of light - flying out of the wand, Tom was stunned.

No?

I am innocent!

Principal! Principal! He blew up the stairs!

I really haven’t learned how to deflect magic spells yet!

But it was too late to shout out. He just reflexively stretched out his arms, scooped up the mist into his arms, and then transformed into the body of mist, and began to scurry around the office.

I don't know how to crawl around in a panic. I wonder if Principal Dumbledore's curse has any special casting skills. It didn't trigger when it hit the wall. Instead, it was refracted directly like light shining on a mirror. Come. In the blink of an eye, the whole room was filled with thin rays of curses. Not only was Dumbledore chasing Grindelwald with his wand, the deflection angles of the curses they encountered were even more unpredictable. Tom He was running around the room completely relying on his magical intuition, and he didn't even have time to raise his breath and shout for help.

And Grindelwald, who was walking around the table to hide from Dumbledore with a passive expression, was still in the mood to scold him: "What are you hiding from!"

Hey, hey, hey, are you hiding too?

The consequence of being distracted and complaining is that you will be swept away by the curse...

Eh? Doesn't hurt much? Tom tentatively took out another strand and took the initiative to pick it up, and found that it really didn't hurt much, it was probably like the slight flick of a rubber band.

He was immediately relieved. It seems that Dumbledore specially released this for him to practice... The principal is so kind!

After calming down, he was still faced with the same problem: How to deflect the curse? But he soon no longer had to think about this. The mist broke through the spell as easily as a stick.

Tom froze for a moment.

Avoid... As soon as he had this idea, the gray-white mist immediately turned into strands and hid in the gaps of the curse. Offset...he thought separately, and the cursed light slid away from the edge of the fog. Eat... The shaking mist obediently accepted those spells, and the gray-white color climbed up to the lights of different colors, infecting and devouring...

Use your will to control magic. Tom thought of what the Dark Lord had taught him. He meditated and transformed into a human body again, allowing the mist around him to act freely.

At some point, Dumbledore and Grindelwald also stopped. Dumbledore's wand had returned to its normal size, while Grindelwald was holding a pair of furry animal ears expressionlessly.

"What are you thinking about?" After waiting for a moment, Grindelwald asked first - for which Dumbledore slapped the back of his hand, silently reprimanding him for not giving the child more time to think independently.

"I feel... there seems to be something wrong." Tom said hesitantly.

The old devil raised his eyebrows, even the soft and furry animal ears standing on top of his head did not make him look more kind.

"Before... the Dark Lord - I mean Voldemort - told me that I should use my will to cover the magic, firmly spread to every strand of magic, limit their use within the designated range, and not let them do it at will. Play..." He raised his head and pointed around randomly, "But I seem to have been letting them play freely - the chaotic nature of magic makes it difficult to say whether it is good or bad, right?"

"Then what do you call your mist?" Grindelwald asked.

"Uh...transformation?"

Grindelwald sneered and folded his animal ears back.

"assimilation?"

"Since you have used 'assimilation'," he said slowly, "aren't you using your will to cover the magic power?"

Tom blinked. That's right, so every time after the mist is dissolved, he can feel that the magical mist makes it easier to evoke...

"Will I turn into a magical creature?" he asked cautiously.

"That depends on your definition of 'I'." The old devil said coldly, pointing to the animal ears on the top of his head, "Even if I have extra ears now, I won't really feel that I have become a half-orc. . But if my will is weak, lower than the will contained in Mr. Dumbledore's curse, then that is a different matter."

Tom wanted to ask how to strengthen his will, he opened his mouth and then closed it. Every time he ate something other than the human diet, he could actually feel his soul power increasing, but it didn't feel right to say this gain in front of Dumbledore - even though Dumbledore was probably right. This may be a guess - of course, he may also think that this mixture may have reduced the purity of his own soul and led to a weak will, so he launched a course to observe his changes.

So he just said: "That's it."

"Okay," Dumbledore said briskly, "let's restore the office together, shall we?"

Of course, Tom had no objections. He also wanted to see if his magic control had returned to the point where he could cast spells normally after many times of fogging. His requirements for this "normal cast" were as low as boiling a magic potion. A little bit of other effects don't matter anymore.

He put his hands on the wall and concentrated: "Repair it as before!" A strong light bloomed from his hands, spreading like a living liquid to all walls, ceilings and floors, hit by the previous coma spell. The pitted walls were instantly repaired, the wallpaper looked as new as if it had just been put on, and the floor sparkled as if it had just been waxed.

That's it... he thought vaguely, and the light under his hand slowly faded away.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!" Dumbledore said with a big smile. "Nice repairing spell, Tom."

Tom smiled, not daring to say that he now felt like the walls of this room were like plasticine to him, as if he could make them up at will.

It's not a very serious consequence... right?

While Dumbledore was waving his wand to put the portraits back in place, he secretly knocked on the wall with his hands behind his back. The bricks moved silently, creating a secret cabinet that could fit a book.

"..." Tom quickly knocked on the wall again to restore them.

Next, Tom didn't dare to start. He watched them cast a healing spell on the unlucky pensieve in the cabinet that had been hit by a tarantella. Fortunately, the memory contained in the pensieve only seemed to be liquid, so it was not spilled during strenuous exercise. Everywhere.

Then Dumbledore repaired the stairs and sent Tom down.

"I hope you will only decompose under my or our supervision." Dumbledore looked down at him, "I believe you are aware of the risks, right?"

Dumbledore was not completely reassured by Grindelwald's teachings. Tom realized this immediately and nodded obediently.

One thing that is particularly bad about Gryffindor is that the lounge is on the eighth floor.

This meant that if he wanted to have dinner, he had to go down from the principal's office on the top floor to the first floor, and then arduously climb eight floors back to the lounge.

Would the crow be willing to help him go to the kitchen and pack some food?

After thinking for a while and seeing no one around, he simply jumped out of the window - the mist caught him in mid-air and let him fall lightly to the ground. After eating, he sat down in the mist as usual, waiting for them to rise and send him to the window of the lounge.

The Weasley twins whistled as he climbed in through the window: "That's awesome, mate."

The two of them seemed to have finally perfected a quick-acting truant candy, and they were standing on the coffee table preparing to demonstrate it to the cheering crowd, so they saw Tom at a glance.

Tom greeted them, and Fred and George turned their attention back to the display. Fred picked up a piece of two-color chewing gum, bit the orange end first, and immediately vomited into the bucket in front of him - Tom lost the smile on his face and quickly moved away from them .

"At this time, just eat the purple end and the vomiting will stop immediately!" George loudly announced, signaling his vomiting brother to swallow the purple end.

Every once in a while, Lee Jordan lazily emptied the vomit, using the same vanishing spell that Snape had used on Harry's potion.

There were sounds of vomiting and cheers, and people were placing orders with Fred and George. Tom hid directly in the corner where Harry and the others were sitting - only the opposite corner was the farthest away.

"Think about what the air purification spell is?" he urged Hermione quickly, "I'm getting goosebumps!"

"Just go and stop them!" Harry said irritably, crossing out the wrong amount of griffin claw powder for the fourth time - he was writing the correct recipe for the enhancer.

"I can't think of such a spell - why don't you try a Warding Charm?" said Hermione.

Tom was busy adjusting his mist so that it turned into a translucent giant bubble-like thing that covered them.

"You're right," said Tom who stayed in the bubble much calmer, "won't you stop them, Hermione?"

"I can't, they haven't made any mistakes in theory," Hermione gritted her teeth and said, "Eating dirty food is their own right, and I can't find a rule that says other fools can't buy it unless it can be proven that it has It’s dangerous, but it doesn’t look like it…”

She, Harry and Ron watched as George squirted his vomit into the bucket, swallowed the rest of the sugar, straightened up, smiled and spread his arms to long cheers.

And Tom wished he could block his ears so as not to hear the terrible sound of vomiting and the sound of vomit falling into the bucket.

"I don't know why Fred and George only got three O.W.Ls." Harry watched Fred, George and Lee collect gold coins from the eager crowd. "They studied well... "

"Oh, they just have useless fancy stuff," Hermione said scornfully.

"It's useless?" Ron yelled strangely, "Hermione, they have already collected twenty-six Galleons."

It was Angelina who interrupted their argument.

She came over with a blank expression and said, "No more Quidditch practice."

"But I restrained myself!" Harry said, looking shocked. "I didn't say anything to her, Angelina, I swear—"

"I know, I know," Angelina said bitterly. "She just said she still had to think about it."

"What does she want to consider?" Ron said angrily, "She approved Slytherin, why shouldn't she approve us?"

But anyone can imagine how happily Umbridge would regard the Gryffindor Quidditch team as a threat hanging over their heads, and she was certainly unwilling to give up this weapon prematurely.

"Forget it," Hermione tried to comfort them, "Look on the bright side, at least you have more time to do your homework, right?"

"You call this a good idea?" Ron looked at her in disbelief, "There's no Quidditch practice! There's still so much homework! Harry is still being punished for writing!"

"Don't mention it," Harry said dejectedly, leaning back in his chair, "I'm not in the mood to write anymore."

He randomly stuffed the things on the table into his bag, and carried the bag upstairs with unsteady steps.

"I'm going to stay with him." Ron said without touching a word of his homework, and also packed up his things and went upstairs.

Hermione made a loud snort at this.

"Do you think..." After a while, she lowered her voice and asked Tom, "Do you think it is right to form a Defense Against the Dark Arts team?"

"I don't think you should discuss this with me," Tom said without looking up from Hermione's Arithmancy notes.

"I can't discuss this with them," Hermione said distractedly. "Sirius was so happy to hear that, so I think..." 7

Tom glanced up at her.

"I know, I know!" She wrung her fingers, "It sounds a little bit weird to start thinking it's not reliable because Sirius agrees with it..."

"Harry was not happy to hear that...but...I mean, he's lonely now, isn't he? I'm not saying that Harry doesn't accompany him, I mean that he can only live with Harry as a dog, It can be said that he experiences life through Harry's life...so of course he is very positive..."

"I'm worried that this positivity is reckless in some sense." Hermione looked at her homework paper in a daze. "Maybe there are risks that I have underestimated..."

"You have to decide for yourself," Tom shrugged. "I can't give you any advice."

"Come on, how long are you going to be angry about that-"

"It's not that I'm angry, Hermione." Tom said calmly, "It's just that I think some decisions have to be made by myself. This is your life, not someone else's."

Hermione bit her lower lip and said nothing.