[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Crow was still confused when he was dragged into the mist.

It flapped its wings a few times in panic - purely out of instinctive stress reaction - then rolled its red eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't do anything." The mist penetrated into its brain, vibrating in the depths of its mind to answer it. The confusing and harsh onomatopoeia produced by the friction and vibration between the magic particles also dedicatedly simulated a hint of it. The host said in a brisk tone, "I invite you to take a night walk."

The crow believed him.

But Tom was in a very happy mood, especially after feeling that the crow was not very happy. Although I don't know what the crow's plan is, it is obvious that the crow wants to stay in the principal's office, so just don't let it stay in the principal's office. Besides, going to the Ministry of Magic is such an uncertain matter. How can you not bring along a guy who seems to know the inside story better? Anyway, as long as the crow wants to pick the peach of Voldemort's ritual in the end, he will definitely not let anything happen to him. What else is there to say? It would be a pity not to bring a guide + amulet?

"Then don't go too far," Crow answered him calmly, "it's going to be curfew soon."

"Ah, that doesn't matter," said Tom. "I don't think Mr. Filch has time to inspect the school at the moment."

The crow laughed strangely: "I think there will be other enthusiastic parents who are willing to help." It quieted down in the mist, looking quite at ease.

The mist gently passed through the gate of Hogwarts Castle, bypassed the stone statue guarding the door with weapons raised, and floated over the edge of the playground - both Grindelwald and Voldemort glanced at it - black smoke billowing, magic flames A light-colored hazy cloud drifted past the edge of the playground, which was half occupied by the sky. It was really not inconspicuous.

"The child is naughty," Voldemort said calmly, "It's funny."

A muscular Death Eater moved his ears, bared his pointed teeth in the direction of Voldemort, nodded heavily, and passed in the direction of the mist.

Grindelwald glanced out of the corner of his eye, his expression unchanged.

"Children always have their own ideas," the old devil's voice was also very calm. It was hard to tell that he had just taken advantage of Voldemort's instructions to his subordinates and bitten down a cloud of black smoke with a sharp fire. "They need to be guided... and educated."

"It sounds more like Dumbledore's theory." Voldemort said maliciously, "Why, did the years of prison life finally change some of your ideas? It's really... depraved." A wisp of tobacco rope was spoken as he spoke. It roared like a whip and swung it towards Grindelwald's head. Grindelwald stepped aside and allowed it to cut deep cracks in the ground.

"Dumbledore and I have different methods, but we both hope to reshape the world. What about you?" Grindelwald waved his wand, directing the fire to bite the spreading tobacco rope violently, "What about you? Do you believe this theory?"

"Those boring organizational visions that coax ignorant fools... are just beautiful words used to gather 'worker bees' for easy plunder." The huge monster twisted into black smoke made a mocking voice, "The world? The world is just capital. Food! But I am willing to respect your thoughts, Gellert Grindelwald..." The intricate black smoke lifted up the figure, pressing down on the old devil like a huge dark cloud. "Join forces with me, and we can conquer everything... When the time comes, you can shape the world as you wish."

"I have no interest in your future world..." Voldemort bewitched, "We are not enemies..."

"There is someone else who will really hinder you." Voldemort said pointedly.

"Obstruction?" Grindelwald shook his sleeves, raised the wand in his hand, and delicately and elegantly held it between his fingers, like a baton, so that Voldemort could see clearly, "It refers to this... deliberately left Give me a wand that doesn't belong to me, to 'drag' me down?"

Voldemort did see clearly. It was a strange-looking wand with raised sections.

That's the Elder Wand.

The black smoke shrank away, revealing Voldemort's tall and pale body again.

"I'm very disappointed." His voice was almost a whisper. "Very, very disappointed. What on earth did they think, comparing a guy like you to me?"

"To be honest, I often feel confused like this." The old devil said politely.

"I was originally very happy to fight against a rumored colleague...but what happened?" Voldemort raised his wand and sighed: "It's still the same as before...I will always be fighting Dumbledore in various ways. Such a puppet fight..."

"Kill." He seemed to have lost interest in fighting Grindelwald in person, and uttered one word briefly in Parseltongue.

The mud on the Hogwarts playground surged, and snakes emerged from the mud. Not only were they alive, but there were also dead ones, and some were even skeleton snakes that dropped bones and debris while sliding...

Grindelwald lowered his hand and drew a circle, lighting a standard circular fire ring around Hogwarts Castle, with the castle protected in the center by blue flames.

He only heard the flames burning the snakes with crackling sounds. Voldemort watched with cold eyes. It was not until more and more snakes were burned to death and colorful poisonous gas slowly began to appear that he arrogantly hooked up. He curled his lips and summoned a strong wind to blow the poisonous gas towards the castle.

"It's not too late to hand over Harry Potter now." He once again used the wall to announce to everyone in the castle.

When the two Dark Lords fought with special effects, Tom was stopped at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The crooked-mouthed man who followed Voldemort's orders was stout and had a weird grin on his face, so he was in a hurry and was breathing heavily while laughing.

He had long limbs, his gray hair and beard were tangled together, and his black Death Eater robes were uncomfortably tight around him. His voice was strange, a hissing growl. Tom also smelled a strange, overpowering odor coming from him, a mixture of earth, sweat, and—no doubt—blood. He had long yellow nails on his dirty fingers.

This dirty and despicable image of honor made Tom pause, and the mist turned silently, trying to get around him.

"You smell so good, Master." But the man accurately stopped in front of him again and pretended to say to the magical mist that slowly dispersed and looked more and more similar to the mist in the forest. He grinned, showing his pointy teeth. Blood dripped onto his chin and he licked his lips slowly, sickeningly. "Fenrir Greyback sends his regards, Master."

"I really, really like children." The werewolf leader smiled, "But disobedient children...should be taught a lesson."

"Let me have a taste, Master. Don't worry," he muttered, licking his lips again, "I promise I won't slit your throat in one fell swoop."