[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Do it immediately? Just want to show off.

Of course, this matter is not completely beneficial to him - if he is determined to make a difference in the magical world. But here's the problem, he hasn't decided yet whether he needs such popularity - he originally said that he doesn't need it, but then he thought about it, he was very happy when he stole the Triwizard Tournament trophy with his magic power .

So Tom pondered for a moment, then nodded and agreed.

As soon as he agreed, Dumbledore, who had just finished processing Hagrid's report, hurriedly opened the wooden door and walked in. His sharp blue eyes glanced at Grindelwald who was as if nothing had happened. He stood behind Grindelwald and secretly directed the fog. Tom clenched his fists to beat the old devil's shoulders, and the thick fog lazily stretched on the wall, obscuring the portraits.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," said Dumbledore kindly. "I really hope I haven't missed the point of this lesson."

"There is no need to worry so much, Dumbledore." Grindelwald said calmly, "We just briefly talked about the issue of transfiguration."

Tom gave him a second look at this: Organizational Shapeshifting, right?

The old devil, who had a good psychological quality, did not give Tom any extra glances at all.

"It would be great if that's the case," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Forgive me, it's easy for people to overthink things when they get older - it's really not me who overthinks things, right?" He asked abruptly.

"Oh, that's not the case." Grindelwald sneered. Although he refused to turn his eyes to Dumbledore, his expression was much richer than when he faced Tom. "I was just instructing this kid on how to plot evil. Stealing tricks, occupying the magpie's nest, and unifying the wizarding world starting from Hogwarts - what, are you satisfied?"

"To be honest, I don't know what kind of answer I want to get." Dumbledore said frankly, "So I just asked. When you are alone with young people, I can't help but pay more attention - —After all, we all know that you have an extraordinary influence on young minds."

"I thought this was a rare common ground between the two of us." Grindelwald said in a mean tone, "Don't worry, unlike you, I am not interested in your great cause - you and your A small team is enough to lead itself to death.”

Tom silently glanced at the old devil again: Oh, they said they were seeking death, but in fact they were hiding behind their backs and secretly helping to find out, right?

"Oh, thank you for the blessing. You are welcome to give a speech at my funeral when I die." Dumbledore said politely, "In fact, I kind of want to know what you will say standing in front of my grave. "

Grindelwald slowly turned his gaze towards him.

"Probably," he said in the same polite but cold tone, "it's all mortals."

Tom used the magic mist to reduce his presence as much as possible, and absentmindedly studied the patterns on the ceiling. But Dumbledore turned to him.

"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said apologetically, "I told you to read a joke... Well, as we get older, we just can't help but quarrel... You are also very tired from class today -"

Tom immediately and wisely claimed that he was so hungry that he could eat a cow, said goodbye to the two old men quickly, ran down the stairs without looking back, and ran to the hall to have dinner in the fog.

He didn't mention the conversation in the Headmaster's office to anyone - whether it was between Grindelwald and him, or between the two Demon Lords. When he got up the next day, Harry knocked on the door to remind him to dress more appropriately - Hagrid had a class today.

As they walked through the snow toward Hagrid, who was waiting at the edge of the forest, everyone looked worried. Harry and the others were mainly worried about what "surprises" Hagrid had prepared for this class, and Umbridge, who claimed to come to the class, but was obviously not up to anything good.

When they arrived they found that Umbridge had not arrived yet. But Hagrid's appearance was worrying enough: the purple bruises from Saturday night now looked yellow-green, and some seemed to be bleeding. As if to complete this ominous picture, the scarred half-giant is carrying half a dead cow on his shoulders, and the cow's blood that has not yet dried is flowing down his strong arms.

Professor Grapeland stood on the other side, counting people with a roll call.

Draco quickly came over and stuffed a handkerchief in his hand.

"Brand new," he said angrily, covering his mouth and nose with one, "with a little drop of peppermint essential oil... Merlin's socks, has their sense of smell been ruined?"

"Thank you." Tom asked him if he had more. Draco reluctantly started to dig into his pocket, but Harry firmly refused - he felt that they should support Hagrid more firmly - Ron and Hermione Min waved his hand and refused with a desperate expression.

"We have a class here today!" Seeing Professor Grapeland signaling that everyone was here, Hagrid happily said to the students, tilting his head towards the dark forest behind him, "The forest is a bit dense! However, they like the darkness... …”

Draco gulped.

"What loves the dark?" he asked Tom in a low voice with some fear.

Tom shrugged and looked thoughtfully at the Forbidden Forest behind Hagrid. Of course his eyes could not see the depths of the darkness, but his magic mist had passed through quietly, and he could feel the death particles in the magic mist jumping gently, which made him somewhat worried.

"Ready?" said Hagrid, glancing briskly at the class. "Okay. I've saved a field trip to the woods for your fifth grade, and I want you to see how these creatures live in their natural environment. We're going to The study creatures are so rare that I think I may be the only one in all of England who has tamed them—"

"He'd better be really tame," Malfoy muttered. Harry glared at him, although he wasn't sure yet.

"Okay," Hagrid said happily, "Everyone, follow me!"

He turned and strode into the forest. No one seems to be willing to follow. Until Professor Grapeland ably called them to line up and took the lead in walking in. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and nodded at them. Ron and Hermione sighed and walked to the front of the line with Harry. They didn't call Tom. After all, they let Tom be so close to half a dead cow. If Hagrid turned around and threw the blood stains over... they didn't want the Hogwarts Express incident to happen again in Hagrid's first class back. .

After walking for about ten minutes, we came to a place with dense woods and as dark as dusk. There was no snow on the ground. Hagrid put the half cow to the ground with a groan, took two steps back, and turned to face the whole class. At this time, the basic formation had already dispersed. Many people were using tree trunks as cover and looking around nervously. He cautiously approached Professor Graplan, as if he was prepared to be attacked at any time. .seven

"Now, they will be attracted by the smell of meat, but I still call them because they like to hear that it's me..." After Hagrid said this, he turned around, shook his head and shook the hair out of his face, and let out a cry. A strange, shrill cry echoed in the dark forest, like the cry of a giant bird. No one laughed, and most seemed too frightened to speak.

Professor Grapeland watched with interest.

Hagrid yelled again, and a minute passed. The students kept peeking around nervously, not knowing what to expect. When Hagrid shook off his hair for the third time and expanded his broad chest, a pair of shining white eyes appeared from the darkness between two thick yew trees, followed by a dragon-like face, neck, and A skeletal body, a huge, winged black horse emerged from the darkness. It looked at the students for a few seconds, flicked its long black tail, then lowered its head and began to bite the dead cow with its fangs.

Then more and more Thestrals appeared.

Now Tom knew why the death air particles in the magic mist were moving slightly.