[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

In fact, Tom was not able to see with his own eyes what the two old devils planned to do with the resurrection stone. After they landed in the Forbidden Forest, found the group of Thestrals standing there obediently, and saw the inconspicuous black stone on the ground, Tom was politely but forcefully sent away.

"I think if you leave now, you can still catch up with the second class in the afternoon, Tom." Dumbledore said with a smile after calming down.

Tom was very shocked and made random gestures. He pointed at himself, at the stone, and then drew a circle in the air - still not daring to point at the two of them under Grindelwald's gaze - and pointed at the castle behind him. , the meaning is very clear: Huh? My stone? Drive me away? Are you not allowed to watch it for a while longer?

Dumbledore continued to smile.

Tom angrily rubbed the Thestral's head, which was leaning over to chew the mist, and took a step back reluctantly. "I know," he muttered, "but it's not a safe thing," he pointed at the resurrection stone Nunu's chin, "it's hard to take it off if someone is holding it."

The two demon kings, who had no intention of touching it directly, both stood there and smiled politely at him: Who would directly touch a magic item with unknown effects? ...Oh, it’s Gryffindor, so that’s okay.

Tom, who always felt that he read some subtle message from their expressions, walked away in silence.

— and then he was tackled in the castle foyer by a black dog as big as a bear.

"Hey--" The mist didn't stop the overweight dog at all. Tom fell on his back, being held up by the soft mist.

"What are you doing?" He complained and said to the black dog who stepped on his chest with its huge paws, "You are very serious." In view of the fact that although the black dog pounced on him suddenly, its paws only pressed him down, Li His teeth were not bared, so he assumed that the black dog had no intention of attacking him, but probably just wanted to express his dissatisfaction.

"What else do I want to ask you for!" the black dog said angrily. Both eyes were completely black without a trace of white. "You're anchoring everywhere! You're anchoring everywhere! You're netting fish here!" It even barked in anger.

"I don't have one," Tom said in confusion, "I didn't even choose an anchor -" I even just gave one to the principal!

"..." The black dog looked at him for a while, then showed a mocking grin with its fangs bared, "Idiot." It released its paws and sat upright on the ground.

Tom sat up and thought about what the black dog said, and then he was shocked: "No way? Is that also called anchoring? I just accidentally-" He pinched a small gap with his thumb and forefinger. , saying that his responsibility is only a little bit at most, "I let my magic power grow freely, and then they accidentally-" He once again emphasized the contingency, "I breathed a little bit..."

"Yeah, yeah," Black Dog nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, it doesn't sound like anchoring, more like baiting."

"Hey--" Tom looked at it with empty eyes.

"Young wizards just like to mess around." Black Dog scolded him, "You have high vision and low hand, do you really think you can control it? You have not invested more than half of the magic power, so you dare to mobilize the magic power of other wizards to cause trouble together? Spiritual will Have you passed the level? Have you set the anchor? Do you dare to play assimilation? What? You are tired of living and want to transform into magic power to repay the world, right?"

Knowing that the barking he heard when he was lost was not an illusion, Tom solemnly grabbed the black dog's front paw and shook it: "Thank you for what happened just now."

The black dog shook its ears and snorted, but did not retract its paws, letting the daring boy secretly pinch its paw pads. After the anger of being suddenly banned from the demon gradually dissipated, it stretched its head over and sniffed with some distress, "Where is your resurrection stone? It should still have a certain suppressive effect -"

"Ah, well..." Tom grabbed its paw and shook it, "I'll exchange it for the Elder Wand."

"...What about the Elder Wand?"

"Uh... I'll store it with Dumbledore for now."

"...So you actually have nothing in your hand now. Not only did you not get the Elder Wand, but you also put the Resurrection Stone on it?" Black Dog asked quietly.

"How can you say you didn't get it when you deposited it?" Tom reluctantly argued.

The black dog took out the paw held by Tom, pushed it against Tom's chest, and pushed him to the ground again. Black flames lit up from the eyes of the huge black dog: "We - but - agreed!"

"Yes, yes!" Tom lay on the ground and raised his hands in surrender, "I promise they will be destroyed, okay?"

The black dog's ears folded back in displeasure.

"But you have to give me some more advice." Tom raised his hand to smooth the black dog's fur, "Just think of it as additional investment?" He smiled obediently at the dog.

"...You have to rethink your anchor." Black Dog retracted his paws and said to him, "Choosing people as anchors is very fragile... Human life is too short, you can't do anything else. Why don't you just stay at home and act as a signal tower every day, focusing on assimilating the new generation while suppressing the spiritual pollution from outsiders? Or you will degenerate into an unconscious evil god in a few years."

Tom, who was lying on the ground, looked up at him: "Then what should I do?"

"If you are willing to be my slave--" Black Dog said, clearly seeing that Tom had exhausted all his life energy.

"Thank you, goodbye." Tom got up from the ground and slapped the black dog's head.

The black dog rolled his eyes at him, and when he rolled his eyes back, they turned into black and white eyes again.

Sirius, who found himself suddenly appearing in the hall, carefully looked at the Gryffindor in front of him. The boy was smiling at him heartlessly: "Do you want beef stew?"

The black dog stepped on his paws uneasily. He was not stupid. He suddenly found himself changing places several times, and the same Gryffindor always appeared in front of him. It was strange that there was no problem. He was just pretending to be stupid before. After all, many things in the wizarding world will be connected once he knows them. As long as Harry is not involved, he is not interested at all in what Harry does with his body, but now...

The black dog leaned down, his body twisted and elongated, and a thin but handsome black-haired man stood up staggeringly. "Hello," he said with a scrutinizing smile, "can I call you Tom?"

"Of course, Mr. Black," Tom answered him calmly.

The older senior asked him straightforwardly: "Did you cause the forbidden demon just now?" He saw the answer on Tom's face and smiled uninhibitedly, "What a great prank."

He took a step closer to Tom.

"Then...is the problem with Harry also a prank on your part?"

Tom's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what Sirius was referring to, but what he thought of reflexively was that last time he covered Harry and the others in the mist and cast the Disillusionment Charm, and then their hair color changed back today - he really couldn't help but To think about the possibility that his magical mist might have inadvertently infected them as well.

He thought about casually bringing the topic up to the scar on Harry's head. And he was sure that, whether Sirius knew it or not, this topic could successfully divert the other party's attention. But he still didn't say anything - it was too frivolous to use words like this to a friend's family - although his father would have laughed at him if he had known such thoughts.

Sirius looked at him carefully.

"He's been having headaches lately," Sirius continued, "and has nightmares at night—"

Tom breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: What is Voldemort planning to do?

"Read more high numbers before going to bed." He suggested, "It's better than Occlumency."

Sirius:"???"

"Do you think there is...something reading his brain?" Sirius frowned, and his thoughts were distorted at first glance.

"I don't think any god would be interested in what's going on in an average teenage boy's head." Tom punctured his thoughts. "As for why he has a headache, I think you should ask him. If he chooses not to tell you , I can’t speak for him.”

"Who knows, after all, a certain god can make friends with ordinary teenage boys." Sirius looked at him with meaning.

"I'm not your average teenage boy."

Sirius showed a tolerant smile that said, "I was young too." "Well, okay." He said, "I hope Harry is safe... You're his friend, you think so, right? So if there's anything you need me to know, please let me know, okay. ? Besides, for Merlin's sake, Harry's hair is just fine with black."

Sirius leaned down again and said happily before turning back into the big black dog: "Does the beef stew I just mentioned still count?"

"...It counts."