[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom smiled politely at Draco's wonderful performance.

It didn't matter what their names were, what mattered was that they were still under the noses of Dumbledore and Voldemort. Being low-key comes first.

After sending Draco away, Tom still sat on the tree stump and meditated - it wasn't that he didn't want to leave, it was that he found that he couldn't leave now.

If the flames of the phoenix and the death energy were evenly matched in his magic power before, after he eliminated part of the death energy and dark energy, he began to vaguely feel the heat rising inside and outside his body, as if in the dark and chaotic magic power. There were fire lights that lit up little by little, and then they started to swirl around.

I... have a fever? Tom was a little confused.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead, and then touched Yeqi's smooth and cold forehead, confirming that the warmth was just a change in consciousness, and there was nothing unusual about his own body temperature.

If death energy and dark energy are considered foreign objects to his own magic power, then the light power of the Phoenix also counts, right? Besides, he had added a lot of messy things at the beginning... If only one of them was eliminated, what changes would the uneven energy distribution cause?

Tom wasn't sure.

However, the dead energy does not obey his orders and erodes the vitality of the human body. It is always a hidden danger, and it is better to eliminate it. The phoenix fire and the death energy are confronting each other, why not just drive them out together? After all, Fox staying with him is not a long-term solution. But his spiritual sense was lightly pulsing, as if there was always something he hadn't thought clearly about.

He grabbed a bunch of mist and tried to get rid of the foreign object. For a while, he didn't seem to notice any instability. He subconsciously rubbed the purified magic mass on his hand. The palm-sized magic power was docile in his hand, changing shape according to his will. Until the Thestral closest to him lowered its head and tried to roll up the magic ball in his hand - this ball seemed to be the most abundant in one bite!

Tom was startled by the flash of moist and warm touch, and the cold and black magic power in his hand suddenly turned into a round ball of fire in response to his frightened mood, exploding. A few sparks appeared, scaring the greedy Thestral into raising its front hooves.

After a long period of turmoil—a real turmoil—Tom finally sat down again after conjuring water and washing his hands several times. The Thestrals finally calmly stood a little further away, but they were still shrouded in mist. Within the range, he continued to stick out his tongue and roll the magic mist with a calm expression, chewing it.

Only then did Tom recall what he had just seen - his magic mass turned into black death energy, and then turned into golden-red phoenix fire!

But... this is obviously his purified magic power! The kind that contains neither death energy nor phoenix fire!

He stretched out his hand and grabbed a ball of mist from the corner of the Thestral's mouth that had driven away the death air. Then with a sweep of his mind, he drove out the golden-red light spots inside and wiped it on the Fox's beak on his chest, creating a new ball of purified mist. Magic, hold it in front of your eyes and start debugging.

After changing my thinking, it seems that the magic changes have become a matter of course. As long as the will he conveys is firm, whether it is simulating dark power, simulating death energy, simulating phoenix fire... everything will go smoothly.

No, it shouldn't be said to be a simulation. The magic transformed it just like its original form.

Tom pinched the magic ball thoughtfully, turning it into wind, into water, and even into a mini phoenix that spread out just after it was formed - every time he changed forms, he could I noticed that the knowledge robe and resurrection stone in my body were shaking slightly.

Magic is the miracle itself... He suddenly understood this sentence more deeply. Whether it is the power of the God of Death or the power of the Phoenix, they are actually the power of magic. The filtering and purification of the Resurrection Stone provided him with more fundamental magic power, and the robe of knowledge framed the scope of his transformation - he could transform into a mini phoenix because Fox was attached to him and was once mixed with his magic power. , the "knowledge" in it can be copied by his knowledge robe; he can conjure mini Thestrals, because his magic has corroded the group of Thestrals, and he already knows their structure very well...

Um? According to this logic, he should be able to conjure a ten centimeter Draco?

Hehehe... I'll take it later to scare him!

Tom happily tried it - it didn't work. I don’t know if it’s because humans are intelligent life forms.

He dispersed the magic ball in his hand with some regret.

In the next second, his body also turned into mist and dispersed - the white eyes of the Thestrals widened for a moment. Seeing that the mist had no intention of not letting them eat, they calmed down again.

It seems that because his understanding of magic has gone further, he has a stronger sense of integration this time through the mist. He can even feel the existence of the robe of knowledge that envelopes him like an array in the mist, suppressing his magic: Every knowledge node on the invisible robe is like a branch that connects all the magical mist in series. It is not only a channel for the rapid transmission of his will, but also regulates the boundaries of internal and external magic, and steadily controls the assimilation speed of external magic.

Knowledge is his meridians and skeleton, and magic is his flesh and blood and source.

Tom suddenly realized.

He "saw" countless impurities in the magic mist, like gravel, densely attached. Even if the rising flames burned, the foreign body feeling still lingered - after his magic power could be transformed into death air and phoenix fire. , but he still felt that the Death Qi of the God of Death and Fox's flame were foreign objects and impurities - because they contained the spiritual will of the other party.

He began to understand why both Dark Lords emphasized the importance of self-will.

They all say that one sentence of true teaching is false and thousands of books are false. He heard this sentence many times, and then he began to understand what it meant... If it weren't for the mist form now, Tom would have covered his face.

He also "saw" the Resurrection Stone. The unattractive black stone hung calmly on the front of the knowledge robe, like an ornament. A large amount of magic power rushed through it, and it took a long time for it to lazily spit out a little bit of darker magic power. .seven

Tom's mind grabbed the magic power and tasted it, and the taste seemed to be tainted with the taste of "other people's possession".

Tsk... Tom stared at the resurrection stone and suddenly felt unhappy.

This thing seems unacceptable...