[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The magic mist spreads freely in the hall, floating towards those places where there are still vague and violent magic fluctuations, passing through the golden door, then getting into the elevator, and sinking down the elevator shaft - the top of the elevator The mysterious golden symbol flickered, and the magical mist came up to gently submerge it. After a moment of stalemate, it became quiet.

So the magic mist continued to sink, down the dark elevator shaft...and then gently emerged from each floor, spreading in the corridors on both sides, and the air flow stirred up the flames on the torches on the stone walls. It must be swaying and twinkling.

"The Department of Mysteries..." Tom flipped through his memory, "Which floor is it on...ah, I found it."

But at the end of the corridor, there was a tightly closed black door with a strange material - the magic mist wanted to penetrate, but was blocked.

Tom opened his eyes behind the security desk and tried again using the mist, but still failed.

The crow was pacing back and forth on the security desk with its wings spread out, looking at him with its red eyes.

"What are you doing?" It couldn't understand why Tom came to the Ministry of Magic and sat still. After all, the animal's field of vision is limited... It thought a little irritably while scratching on the table with its sharp claws. But it's almost over, it thought, if Dumbledore can't do anything else... As long as he gathers the Horcruxes, the "firewood" of fear will be enough. It's better to choose the day than to hit the sun... I just hate Dumbledore for taking Harry Potter with him. Being around may cause a lot of troubles...

"Let's inquire about the situation first," said Tom. "You can't just rush in, right? I'm still an underage wizard."

The crow rolled his eyes in disgust at the term "underage wizard."

"Don't make any noise," Tom said. "The black door downstairs can't be opened... does it have a password?"

Crow sneered.

"First of all," it waved its wings and pointed at the country, "you have to be a wizard to open that door."

Tom did not answer it immediately, but directed the mist to turn around and roll up a torch to hold it, and tried to push the black door hard, but it still did not open.

The crow tilted its head and waited for him to stand up. "Let's go, Master?" it said.

Knowing clearly that what Voldemort wanted was inside the door, and probably his henchmen and the last resistance from the Ministry of Magic were inside, so he just broke in. Was he expecting to be beaten by both sides?

——The Dark Lord's men might be merciful to him if he showed his face, but from the Ministry of Magic's point of view, even if he didn't show his face, he was still a criminal who broke into the Ministry of Magic! But showing up would make it easier for him to be wanted by the Ministry of Magic later, right?

There's no other way... Tom thought, reluctantly turning his gaze to the dead unknown wizard by the pool. He had been deliberately not looking at the body.

A dead wizard...can be considered a wizard, right?

The magic mist whistling in the hall followed his line of sight, summoning more magic power like a friend, and poured into the chest of the corpse.

"Are you planning to make an Inferi?" This movement could still be seen by the crow. It jumped to the table with interest, "I can teach you -"

"What? Of course not! That's illegal!" Tom said, and quickly said to his magic mist: "No, no, no, I don't intend to resurrect him...recall our previous Imperius Curse...it was the original The kind we didn’t learn right.”

"Oh," Crow said slyly, "Isn't the Imperius Curse illegal?"

Tom emphasized again: "The one I didn't learn correctly at first!" Can that be called the Imperius Curse? That’s called the Unnamed Curse! Does the wizarding law say that casting is not allowed? Of course not.

While concentrating on recalling the scene at that time and transmitting it to the magic powers, he gestured: "Just manipulate his limbs."

So the magic forces came out of the corpse's chest again, floating above the corpse like a heavy cloud, and then densely packed silk threads hung down, dexterously hooking each joint of the corpse, like manipulating some large puppet. Lifted it up.

The crow smacked its beak and watched as the corpse puppet moved stiffly and strangely and was dragged to the elevator by the mist as thin as a gossamer.

"It seems," it finally said, "that you learned the Imperius Curse very crookedly."

The corpse puppet stretched out his stiff fingers and poked the nearest "down" button. The elevator clicked almost immediately and appeared in front of him. The golden fence slid from the middle to both sides, making a deafening and reverberating clang sound. , startled Tom.

The mist stiffened for a moment, and after searching the mist in the corridor downstairs for a while, and seeing that nothing was disturbed, it started to float again, and gently carried the corpse into the elevator.

Button number nine was pressed by a wisp of mist, and the fence closed with a bang. The elevator made a rattling sound, which was very harsh and attracted the attention of almost every security guard in the building - but as the fog at the beginning showed, no one was alerted and rushed out to check - Probably basically all were transferred away by the Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic.

When the elevator stopped, the cold woman's voice in charge of the announcement in the elevator said: "Department of Mysteries." Then the grating opened and the corpse moved out.

He didn't know whether it was because it had been in the mist for a long time, or whether it was because the magic power rushed inside and tried to perform some free magic transformation on him. Tom felt that the corpse seemed different from before. At least his movements were more flexible, and the increasingly fine magic threads not only hooked his joints, but almost covered his whole body, making him look like he was parasitized by some white fungus.

The corpse puppet "walked" to the black door. This time, the door opened smoothly.

Inside, it was not as Tom imagined, with the two sides fighting loudly and the magic light flashing back and forth like a nightclub. On the contrary, this huge circular room was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed to swallow up all the sounds; it was also very quiet. The color is monotonous. Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is all black, showing off its strangeness without any concealment.

"It looks dangerous." Tom thought, remotely controlling the corpse puppet and walking in.

Some identical black doors with no markings or handles are embedded in the surrounding black walls at a distance from each other. Some candles with blue flames are dotted on the walls, and the cold, flickering candlelight is reflected on the walls. On the shiny marble floor, the floor looked like a pool of black water.

The magic mist still cannot penetrate those black doors.

Tom was a little unsure.

If he doesn't follow, once someone closes the black door, it means that the magic on the other side of the door will lose contact with him.