[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The clouds and mist fluctuated slightly, just like people can't help but tremble when they laugh.

He is now a ball of mist. How can the werewolf's fangs tear open the throat of a ball of mist?

Tom drifted to the side. Although he was in a fog now, he didn't really want to experience what it felt like to walk through a dirty gay werewolf. But the werewolf moved his gaze keenly, as if he could clearly see where his main thoughts were.

"Master," Fenrir's sticky tongue slid across the pointed yellow teeth, "I'm starting." He shook his head, and the ugly human head on his neck turned into a huge, salivating wolf head. , and opened his huge mouth, and began to breathe deeply into the clouds.

"..." This was the first time that Tom had seen a creature absorb his magic power so actively. So he paused strangely, watching helplessly as a white cloud was pulled into the wolf's mouth like a smooth jelly.

The werewolf smashed his mouth, with an indescribable expression on his furry face.

"...I can't tell what it tastes like," it said. "Well, at least the magic power is quite abundant."

That is to say, is it possible that what you eat is the magic power itself?

"It always tastes bad without blood," the werewolf said regretfully, "But it doesn't matter, Master, how long can you stay in this state?"

The longer the inhuman state is maintained, the greater the cognitive damage to the self. So Fenrir is not worried that he can only taste the taste of cloud and mist - although it tastes full of magic power, it really has no taste.

"Please go back," Fenrir waved his hairy hands wildly, driving the clouds and mist toward the castle, "I'm following..."

The crow tied in the fog made a squawking mocking sound, and after being distorted and absorbed by the clouds and mist, it sounded like a faint ghost cry.

Then the crow felt countless eyes glancing at it in the fog - it knew that this was because its thoughts were scattered in the fog, and in fact it was just Tom looking at it, but it still fluttered its feathers in discomfort - nothing Jitter.

"You can fly faster," the crow suggested falsely, "the werewolf is definitely not as fast as us."

Is this “us”?

Tom looked at it again.

"No need." Every mist trembled in reply.

It had entered his realm unconsciously.

"Get rid of the troublesome ones." As he thought, the werewolf's rampant smile froze——

The mist that it swallowed easily came out of the werewolf's seven orifices very violently, like a sprouting blade of grass pushing against the cement board.

...a little disgusting. Tom thought as he looked at the strips of mist that came out of the werewolf's eye sockets, nostrils, and ear apertures like swaying seaweed.

Then the mist paused for a moment, then opened the werewolf's skull with a bang!

Tom: "?!!"

I saw a large handful of brightly colored flowers blooming side by side in the werewolf's head, making it look like a weird art vase - but this artistic style was too earthly.

Tom reflexively wanted to look away, painfully remembering that he had no eyes now - "No, no, no! Don't change your eyes either!"

He stopped them from operating before the mist condensed into countless pairs of blinking eyes.

Crow's eyes froze for a moment, and he sighed dryly: "Wow."

Even today, when the magical mist is becoming more and more powerful, it is still difficult for Tom to predict how they will interpret and process his instructions. Faced with the "satisfied" thoughts sent back by the magic mist and the strange aura of the crow, he had no choice but to try to make up for it: "Uh... this is very magical."

Tom: Thumbs up.JPG.

The next moment, the clouds and mist quickly bypassed this strange "vase", and swept through the Forbidden Forest like a strong wind - not long after walking, the giant Grawp, who was tied between several trees by a magic rope, woke up again.

"Ahhhhhh--" Grawp opened his crooked mouth and let out an inarticulate cry. The mysterious lines on his skin lit up one after another. He raised his hands high towards the cloud that Tom transformed into and twisted awkwardly. He raised his body as if worshiping.

...Have the aftereffects of the Disillusionment Curse last time not been eliminated? !

"...Go and help your brother." A few sword legs formed from mist swung over and cut off the magic rope.

Grawp squinted his dull, mud-colored eyes and froze in place, looking even more stupid. The broken rope was dragged behind his ankles.

The clouds and mist vibrated and gave a clearer command: "Hagrid!"

This time Grawp understood.

"Hagrid!" The giant muttered his brother's name and rushed towards Hagrid's hut, breaking countless trees along the way.

Okay... Tom thought, in order to avoid encountering another unexpected incident that blocked the road, the body of cloud and mist passed over the treetops and shot straight into the sky. The mountains and valleys below gradually fade away, and only dotted lights can be seen on the ground...

On the contrary, the green dark mark in the sky appears brighter, but the brightness is like a ghost lamp, with a cold and rampant dark and oppressive atmosphere.

If you don't look at the Dark Mark that affects people's mood (magic effect bonus)... This feeling of flying freely in the sky without driving any equipment is really fascinating!

The clouds and mist swirled happily in the night sky. The crow screamed in pain: "I'm going to vomit, I'm going to vomit!"

It pinched Tom's pain point very accurately.

Yunwu calmed down and was very unhappy: "You are a bird!"

"Birds generally don't fly somersaulting." The crow answered him coldly.

"Are you sure?" A wisp of mist penetrated the crow's brain, adding a memory fragment of a pigeon performing a kite turn.

"That's why I said 'generally'." Crow said calmly, "Also, may I remind you, no matter where you want to go, do you know the way?"

"I thought you knew where we were going," Tom said, but paused honestly. Looking from this angle, you can still see Hogwarts Castle standing among the towering mountains, surrounded by faint blue fire.

The crow did not avoid the topic and said frankly: "I don't know the way to the Ministry of Magic."

"...Then how did you get there?"

"Apparate." Crow said, "What, do you expect me to fly over?"

"You are a crow now, what will you do if you don't fly over?" Tom pointed out, "Ravenclaw's crown cannot make you disapparate with your chirping body."

"Yes, now." Crow emphasized the time point, "In my memory, I have apparated in the past. When I was very young and could still endure hardships, I also took the Knight Bus."

"But knowing the way on the ground is different from knowing the way in the air, you understand, right?" Crow said, "To be honest, I haven't flown to the Ministry of Magic myself yet."

Tom was very curious about how it was flying around during this period of time to complete its mission of delivering letters.

"Asking around," the crow replied, "As an orphan, I'm very good at dealing with animals."

Are these two causes and effects close to each other? !

Tom didn't bother to complain about it. The fog that penetrated into the crow's mind turned over it, pulling out the memory of the destination and passing it to him.

"Okay," Tom concentrated his attention, "Pray that I can successfully disapparate in one go. I haven't tried it yet."

"Eh, eh, eh?" The crow finally panicked. It wasn't worried about whether Tom could get through by himself - it was a fog, it was tight, and his thoughts were transmitted quickly - but whether Tom could take it with him to apparate with him? Another thing!

Tom concentrated on the shabby phone booth in the memory of the picture, and the details became more and more abundant. He seemed to be able to imagine himself standing on that dirty street...

"Apparition!"

With a bang, the clouds in the night sky wrapped around the screaming crows turned into a whirlpool. The moment before disappearing, a sudden wooden stick was accurately thrown into the whirlpool and disappeared with them.