[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

After breakfast they splashed across the vegetable patch to herbal medicine class, their robes puffed up and fluttering in the wind. The raindrops were hitting the roof of the greenhouse like hail, and it was almost impossible to hear what Professor Sprout was saying, which made it easier for Hermione to come over and whisper.

"Why did he suddenly attack Diagon Alley?" Hermione squeezed over and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any clues?"

"It is said," he gave Hermione a look, indicating that what he said next was what he heard, "it is to resist the sequelae of the resurrection ceremony and prepare for the new ceremony."

"What ceremony?" Hermione bit her lower lip and absentmindedly fiddled with the leaves of the mind-blurring plant. "He has been resurrected. What else does he want? If he wants to rule the magical world, he should not return to the reign of terror. This It was a foolish move—"

"What if he doesn't want to rule the wizarding world?" Tom said, looking at her.

Hermione's hand shook and she accidentally pulled the leaf off. "No way?!" She took a breath, "His goal is not to rule the magic world at all? Then what does he want to do? Does he want to go further? Is he really pursuing immortality?"

"This doesn't make sense," Hermione said anxiously, "What does his pursuit of immortality have to do with his bombing of Diagon Alley?"

"Collecting 'firewood'. He originally planned to harvest some positive emotions..."

"But not enough people were fooled?" Hermione sneered.

"Those who are silent are mostly just enduring, and at most they are hoping and fantasizing. It is estimated that not many of the Death Eaters believe that he has changed his ways," said Tom. "So he went back to his old ways and harvested some fear, hatred, and the like."

"The thing in Diagon Alley is just the beginning." Hermione whispered, looking a little dazed.

"You know..." After a moment, she added, "Voldemort——"

"Don't say that name." Tom shook his head at her.

“The first step to overcoming fear is to face it—”

"That's not what I meant," Tom said gently. "He's called You-Know-Who for a reason. He puts a spell on his name, and everyone who mentions his name will be induced by him."

"I see." Hermione was silent for a while.

"What do you want to say?" Tom asked.

"...He hates Muggles, Tom." Hermione took a deep breath, "I was thinking...if I want to continue to stand unequivocally with Harry against him, I'd better...I'd better get my parents Protective, no? If Diagon Alley is just the beginning..." She shuddered, "I can't imagine what he'd do to Muggles."

"What are you going to do?" "

"I don't know... I don't know, Tom." Hermione said, "They are all adults, and it will be difficult for me to convince them... If I'm honest... it will be even harder. I'm sure they won't agree to do it in front of me. He hides himself when there is danger.”

"What about you?" She stared at him with dark brown eyes, "Your family..."

"...I haven't been home for a long time." Tom didn't look at her. In fact, after returning to the magical world, he couldn't even send a letter home, let alone make a phone call. "I wish they were still doing business abroad, but obviously even I don't know where they would be best."

"Going abroad is a good choice." Hermione said to herself, stroking her wand, "Maybe I can convince them..."

They were all starving by the time get out of class was over, but luckily Tom's weather spell kept the rain out and kept them cool. But the news Angelina brought at lunch was another kind of chilling news - she told the team members that the Quidditch player application had not been approved, and there was a frustrated silence on the Gryffindor table.

"Just in time," Harry forced himself to cheer up, "because we can use this time to arrange the first meeting of the defense team. We need a large enough place, and maybe some auxiliary equipment..."

"Find an empty classroom?" Ron suggested.

"It's not safe enough." Hermione said, "I remember that Malfoy used to cause trouble in the Requirement Room on the eighth floor?"

"No," Ron said hesitantly, "You also said Malfoy knows where..."

"As long as he doesn't know the secret order to get in." Hermione said impatiently, knowing that Ron didn't say this entirely because Malfoy knew. "I tried it. If there are people inside, the people outside don't know what's inside." The person asked for it when he entered, but he couldn't get in."

"Who did you try it with?" Ron asked warily.

"House elf! You always believe in elves!"

Ron didn't dare to speak.

Harry hurriedly came out and talked to Xini: "Okay, then it's settled. At eight o'clock tonight, on the eighth floor, opposite the tapestry where the troll beat silly Barnabas. Let's split up and inform the others, okay?"

Tom stood up before they could discuss the secret order.

"I've finished eating," he picked up his schoolbag, "I'm going to go to the classroom to get my seat first."

Hermione's lips moved but she still didn't speak. Harry glanced at Tom's expression and saw that he was very calm. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't be in the first row."

Tom nodded and walked away.

When they returned to the lounge at around nine o'clock in the evening, Hermione sat down excitedly and described to him how great that room was: "... They are all books! "Common Spells and Their Solutions", "Outsmarting the Dark Arts", " "A Collection of Self-Defense Spells"... Wow, everything you thought of or didn't think of!"

"I tried to take them out, but it seems that the books can't be taken out. I suspect that even the library may have some books that are not available... It is indeed a room of requests! Next time we go there to read books? I really look forward to asking for a room in the library. What will happen to the room..."

"Okay." Tom agreed readily.

"By the way," Hermione, whose excitement had faded a bit, looked at him, "Are you... a little less foggy?"

"Um...this-"

"It seems that the teacher Dumbledore hired is effective." Hermione said happily.

So Tom smiled slightly and acquiesced. But in fact, it was because he "grazed" part of the magical mist out, and those light, air-like mist filled the entire Gryffindor Tower.

"And this." Hermione took out a gold Galleons, "I plan to use it to inform the party time. Because if people from different houses frequently walk through the auditorium to talk, it will easily arouse suspicion... But in the pocket It's different with money, there's nothing suspicious about it, Umbridge can't prohibit us from carrying cash."

Tom looked closer.

"Look here," Hermione pointed to him, "see the number on the edge of the coin? On a real galleons it's just a number, representing the goblin who minted the coin. But we can use this cleverly. ...As long as it's like this-" She waved her wand and changed the string of numbers.

"—just to show the time of the next meeting," she said with a bit of endearing pride.

"So you should take it out and take a look at it from time to time?"

"Don't bother, the coin will heat up when changing the time. If you put it in your pocket, you will feel it. I plan to make one for each person and give the master to Harry, so that Harry can determine the time of the next meeting. , just change the number on his coin, and then everyone's coins will change in the same way." She said uncertainly, "In short, this is the plan. It also depends on whether our transformation spell can achieve this effect."

"First," Tom raised a finger, "This plan sounds familiar. Do you know what I'm thinking of?"

"The Dark Mark of the Death Eaters." Hermione replied quickly. "I have to admit that the Dark Lord gave me a little inspiration." She smiled slyly, showing her pointed fangs.

"Second," Tom raised a second finger, "it's your transformation spell, not ours. Just in case, I'd better not participate in your activities, otherwise I won't be able to explain it clearly."

"You are one of us, Tom." Hermione's hand covered the back of his hand, her skin soft and her tone firm, "Of course you can participate."

"..." Tom stared at her silently.

"Okay," he still took a step back, "I can help you with ideas or test spells, but I don't have to do it—"

"Well, considering that casting is an illegal act?" Hermione asked knowingly.

"Because I haven't been able to control the casting effect so accurately." Tom said angrily.