[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom reflexively turned his head to look at Grindelwald's expression.

But Grindelwald just waved his hand, and the window glass disappeared, allowing the red-eyed crow to fly in.

"Be polite to your guests." He even raised an eyebrow at Tom and said in a reproachful tone.

...Thank you, that's my crow.

Tom put on a fake smile.

A crow wearing a golden crown landed on the principal's desk. He did not shy away from the portraits of previous principals on the wall. He nodded to them and said, "Good evening."

Grindelwald raised his tea cup to the crow leisurely.

"...Good evening." Tom also gave a false smile to the crow, only to feel a migraine - the principal was walking in front of him, and the Dark Lord's tea party was starting in the office. Can he not have a headache?

The crow preened his feathers slowly and was in no hurry to speak. Grindelwald, on the other hand, looked sideways at the reflective glass with an unpredictable smile on his face. He didn't know what he saw, looking thoughtful.

Tom looked back and forth between the two Dark Lords. He didn't know what they were waiting for and didn't bother to guess. Seeing that they didn't intend to speak, he simply brought up the topic before the crow came: "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to bed first." Huh? There are still classes tomorrow."

The crow turned its head from its wings and laughed at him: "Why are you so anxious?" It said in a friendly tone, "You always look so restless."

Grindelwald's eyes moved and he did not look back. He only glanced at the crow lightly through the reflection on the glass. "Young people are like this," he said in a sullen tone, "they have a lot of time on their hands and are willing to spend it on insignificant things like sleep. Unlike us old people who have only a few days left, we are just counting the days. If you live your life in seconds, then you can see what it means to be impatient."

He sighed: "We don't have much time, so we just can't hurry."

The angry crow laughed: "Aren't you impatient? I just said that Mr. Grindelwald has a lot of words waiting for me." It also sighed in a dignified manner, "Professor Dumbledore is really friendly. good friend."

It said "good friends", but in a particularly dismissive tone.

But unexpectedly, Grindelwald was not angry. Instead, he turned to look at the crow and said with a smile, "You don't understand anything, do you?"

The crow's red eyes stared at the old man's face for a moment.

Tom closed his mouth tightly and concentrated on buttoning the buttons on his dressing gown one by one, pretending not to hear anything.

Grindelwald's eyes fell lightly on the window glass again. The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared as if he had chewed and swallowed it. His wrinkled face was half-dark under the light, which made him look a little awkward. Horrible.

"He's here." The old devil said coldly.

This sentence seemed to announce that the brief confrontation just now was over. The crow, which had been staring at Grindelwald motionlessly, flapped its wings as if it was reactivated, turned its head and glanced at the burning fireplace, and said: "It seems Your beautiful friend can’t come back, can she?”

Grindelwald ignored him. He frowned slightly and continued to look at the window glass, as if he saw something that others could not see - at least when Tom stretched his neck curiously to follow his line of sight, he did. Nothing unusual was seen.

"Don't look." The crow lazily said to Tom, "Didn't you know a long time ago that you have no talent in prophecy? Besides, this kind of thing is not very accurate..." Its eyes were on Green DeVoe nodded, "Otherwise some people wouldn't have been locked up in a small room for decades."

Grindelwald sneered. "It's like this," he said to Tom calmly, "some prophecies are very confusing, and you can only selectively verify its authenticity - as long as you don't blow up the enemy's house, but also destroy yourself. Just explode the flowers."

Tom had to try to stop the two Dark Lords before they started fighting - "Wait!" He raised his hand, "Who's coming?"

As soon as he finished asking, he felt some vague images coming intermittently from his mist that was grazing on the playground: outside the tall cast-iron gate, Voldemort in empty black robes was looking at the castle in the night, Nagini slumped lazily on his shoulders.

"..." He thought too early about the Dark Lord's tea party just now. There is another one here.

"Did he deliberately lure away Principal Dumbledore?" Tom murmured.

"It doesn't count," the crow said enthusiastically. "If Dumbledore doesn't stay here, he will wander somewhere else."

"I don't quite understand." Tom said in confusion, "Dumbledore is not here, and neither is Harry. What is he doing here?"

"Maybe it's to visit me." Grindelwald said calmly.

For a moment Tom wasn't even sure whether Grindelwald was joking. The magic mist enveloped the old Demon King, and he felt that the magic flowing in his body was very smooth, just like his emotions.

"You're kidding," Tom said, maintaining his composure.

"Maybe." The old devil was still sitting in the armchair, as if he were sitting on a throne. "It's not like I started hating Dumbledore today."

Tom looked at the calm crow, then at himself, and smiled: "Then we can't be regarded as wrapped gifts, right?"

Crow answered him frankly: "This kind of thing is always uncertain until the last minute."

Tom gradually got a taste for it.

This Voldemort standing outside the gate of Hogwarts probably really came to visit Grindelwald and sign for the "gift". However, this "gift" may actually refer to a well-known person who does not have the Dark Lord's identity and is delivered to his door. …

Who the gift refers to probably depends on Grindelwald's choice.

Crow and Voldemort risked their lives on the gambling table, but Tom was innocent! headmaster! Principal, come back quickly, Principal!

The weak and helpless student looked around and saw that the magical mist hovering throughout Hogwarts caused a strong wind in the empty playground.

Voldemort stood outside the door and was in no hurry to enter. It went so well... he thought. It was so smooth that one had to be suspicious.

Even though what happened today was so sudden... Even he himself didn't know that Nagini would choose to sneak into the Ministry of Magic tonight - although he admitted that he was aware of Nagini's departure. Then there was a series of accidents... Nagini was discovered unexpectedly - well, not that unexpectedly - of course Dumbledore would send someone to look out there... A teacher who taught him is so annoying, he is always better than You would have to know more about you than you imagine...but at least Harry Potter is also a Horcrux, which is really enough of a surprise...and a surprise.

He recognized the red-haired Weasley, Dumbledore's loyal dog... so he stopped Nagini from continuing to chase and kill the wizard... A seriously injured wizard was more difficult to hold back Dumbledore than a dead one. The pace... Sure enough, Dumbledore left, and he had to appease his die-hard loyalist...

Hogwarts without Dumbledore would be like an unlocked candy store. As for Grindelwald? Voldemort smiled almost contemptuously. They are all Dark Lords, who doesn't know who... The Dark Lord will never be satisfied, others will never give enough, and he will always suspect that the other party has something to hide. Only by taking the initiative to take and plunder can he get short-term happiness from it.

What you grab yourself is always more reliable than praying for charity from others. This is how he convinced Grindelwald.

Love is such a thing. As long as you use some small means to force the other person to leave the familiar environment, make the other person lose everything, and fall into an isolated and helpless situation except for yourself, love will easily breed... The only thing that can be done What you are worried about is not to expose your weak side, otherwise the bird that falls into the cage will be awakened and fly away.

Although he looked down upon his mother who succumbed to death so easily, Voldemort believed that her method was still advisable.