[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"I've heard some rumors," Hermione said straight to the point.

Ron pretended to be casual and leaned towards the corner where they were standing, trying to eavesdrop on what they were talking about - Hermione simply threw out an earplug to listen.

Ron sat back angrily.

"Hmm..." Tom thought for a moment, but chose to confess, "About that study mutual aid group?"

Hermione snorted, looking unhappy.

"I don't know what you're planning, Tom," Hermione said, "but I hope you'd think about it if you worked so hard to run an after-school group only to be poached by your friends. Corner, what do you think?". 7

Tom touched his nose in embarrassment and asked tentatively: "I would think... that friend, maybe there is a reason?"

"So their other mutual friend is waiting to hear the reason behind this." Hermione said expressionlessly.

"Uh... maybe his friend is thinking that it would be nice if the after-school group wasn't called 'Dumbledore's Army' and he didn't gather so many people in a big way?"

"Then why didn't he just tell his friends?" Hermione asked.

"In his embarrassing position as his friend," Tom spread his hands, "does it sound appropriate to say, 'The organization you established should not disturb Dumbledore's Army'?"

Hermione was too lazy to play the "if I wasn't me, I was one of my friends" game with him. "Then do you think this trick of cannibalizing and replacing someone from behind is more appropriate?" Her tone became stern, "If I don't come to ask you, when are you going to let Harry know? Wait until he is guarding the empty Room of Requirement. time?"

"Hermione, my dear Hermione," Tom called her sweetly, "I originally wanted to wait until Umbridge made a move but missed it before telling Harry. He agreed. But you are right, this was done inappropriately. You are the smartest witch among us. You must have a better way, right?"

"Is there a second witch among us?" Hermione scoffed, but her expression softened a bit. "I understand what you mean," the smart witch said, "There are people from Umbridge in the D.A. . Then Harry is indeed not suitable for launching Dumbledore's Army in a big way. I'm here to talk to Harry. If I can cause trouble for Umbridge, I don't think Harry will be angry with you for a long time."

Tom grabbed her hand and shook it eagerly: "It's all up to you, Hermione!"

Hermione took out her hand, patted the back of his hand - deliberately using some force, and said angrily: "There won't be a next time, Tom."

She walked back to the sofa, picked up her schoolbag, and went upstairs to sleep.

"What did you talk about?" Ron inquired.

"I'd love to say it's nothing, but..." Tom shrugged, "Harry, I want to say I'm sorry first."

"It's okay?" Harry felt confused, but blurted it out anyway.

Tom patted him on the shoulder, some complicated emotions welling up in his heart. He said nothing more. His mist had packed up his things skillfully and was ready to go upstairs with him.

"Good night." Tom walked up the stairs.

"They're weird, aren't they?" Ron whispered to Harry.

"...I always feel that it has something to do with Malfoy's appearance outside the Room of Requirement today." Harry said.

"What the hell is he up to?" said Ron.

The two of them couldn't guess the answer and had no intention of continuing their homework. They scribbled an ending to the paper and went upstairs to rest.

When Tom pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom, he was surprised to see Crow standing on the windowsill, staring thoughtfully at the wide open window.

"It's such a cold day," Tom walked over and closed the window. "Did you go out and fly around?" He didn't doubt that something had slipped in while he or the crow wasn't around - the fog was still lingering around him. In the dormitory.

"There is nothing we can do about it." Crow was surprisingly frank, "He has no patience anymore, so I had to explore the way."

"He asked you to go?"

"Of course not." Crow turned his head and glanced at him, "He won't ask us to go... We have been separated for too long, and he can't trust anyone, including himself."

"What about the results of your investigation?" The magic mist wrapped around him and cleaned his body. Tom asked while changing into his pajamas, "Nothing was found?"

"The news Avery brought is too coincidental..." Crow said to himself, "It's too coincidental that I know it... Maybe he intends to use me and wants me to explore the way first..." Crow said He smiled cruelly, "This kind of good thing should be considered as a diary. Young people are more aggressive. As I am old, I am more willing to wait and see..."

Tom understood clearly that the crow's so-called pathfinding was to transfer the information he knew to the diary.

"I hope the diary can understand your 'kindness'."

"Who knows?" Crow said casually, "Young people, suffering is a blessing. Let's just wait and see."

"I'd rather know what made you so frank all of a sudden?" Tom reached out and brushed the crow's tail feathers.

"Of course it's because of our close relationship between master and disciple!" Crow's red eyes stared at him and said without any guilt, "Are you still worried that I will be bad for you? This makes me a little sad, boy .”

Tom smiled politely back.

"Okay," he yawned and fell on the bed, "If the diary takes action, please be sure to let me know."

He felt as if he had just closed his eyes when the crow pecked him awake unceremoniously.

"It hurts!" Tom complained, stopping the mist that wanted to strangle the crows, "What's wrong?"

The crow's dark red eyes sparkled in the night.

"Get up quickly," it urged, "listen, there is movement."

The mist outside the house faithfully returned the news, and shouts and panicked barking sounded in Harry's dormitory.

Tom pushed the door open and went out, and the shouts became clearer: "Harry! Harry!" "He's sick!" "Are you going to call someone?" "Woof!"

"Open the door." He didn't say it out loud, but his magic power had deftly penetrated into the door lock, and the door opened for him with a click. He saw several people standing around Harry in a panic, and Harry was kneeling on the ground vomiting violently. The black dog was anxiously patting his back with its paw.

"What's wrong? Is it food poisoning?" Tom walked over quickly and asked.

"No...Ron..." Harry raised his hand weakly, and Ron quickly grabbed it.

"I'm here!" Ron said.

"Your dad...something happened to your dad..."

"What?" Ron asked blankly.

Tom turned and told Neville: "Go to Professor McGonagall immediately!"

Neville nodded repeatedly and rushed out of the dormitory.

"Ask him how he knows." The crow's voice rang in his ears, but no one seemed to hear it.

Tom remained silent and gave Harry a cup of hot water. Together with Ron, he helped Harry up from the ground and wrapped the shivering Harry in a quilt.

"Calm down, Harry," said Tom. "The professor will be right here."

"Ron..." Harry couldn't see clearly without his glasses. He just held Ron's hand firmly with sweaty and cold hands, "Your father bled a lot...he..."

Ron comforted him doubtfully: "Harry, it's okay, you just had a nightmare——"

"No, no, no!" Harry trembled again, "That was definitely not a dream! I, I bit him!" He pushed Tom away and vomited again.

"Tsk." The crow whispered briskly in his ear. Just like before, no one heard the crow's voice except him. "The diary is smart, isn't it? Cunning young man..."