[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The door in front of the zombie opened easily.

The chandelier hangs low on a golden chain from the ceiling. After experiencing the darkness of the first room, this square room looks very bright. It can be clearly seen that the room is almost empty, with only one table and another In the center of the room, there is a huge glass water tank filled with dark green liquid. It is more like a creative swimming pool. Many white things are slowly floating around in it. Through the magic mist, you can feel those deep in the green liquid. Things that appear and disappear every now and then radiate all kinds of strong and chaotic magic fluctuations outward.

Uh...jellyfish? Tom guessed, until one of the white, soft, slimy cauliflower-like things hit the glass, and something like eyeballs "looked" at him from among the many gloomy and shining ravines. One glance, and at the same time, like a snake spitting out messages, the thing slowly spit out a tape with moving images, and those thought tentacles unfolded in circles like rolls of film...

It's actually the brain. Although he had mutated his mind antennae and eyeballs, Tom could still see what this white thing was.

He felt a little sick when he thought that all the brains of this mysterious creature swimming in this huge glass tank were - he couldn't help but glance at the corpse puppet, hoping very much that the other person's brain was not under the influence of magic. What changes occur under the infection.

A wisp of magic mist was thrown like a whip, and an explosion was heard in the air through the glass. The brain suddenly closed up as if frightened, and quietly sank deeper into the water tank.

But at the same time, more brains emerged from the water tank, and circles of wide and flat thought tentacles were spit out like threads. Most of them were looming in the green liquid, and some looked like garden eels. Standing upwards... Those thought tentacles are still playing moving images like movie reels, but you can't look closely. They are all weird and twisted figures doing some incomprehensible movements one after another, depicting Telling some crazy and dark stories.

Before those thought tentacles broke through the water, Tom controlled the corpse puppet to take a big step back and closed the door smoothly.

"That's right," he muttered to himself, "the mark appears!"

The magic power was like a hot knife, carving a big "B" on the black door, which means "Brain Hall".

I have to say that the marking was done in a timely manner. Because a deafening rumble sounded immediately the next moment, and the wall began to rotate rapidly again. But in the faint blue light, there was a huge, blurry golden red. When everything was still again, the fiery red B was still burning, indicating that the door had been entered.

The corpse puppet took another step forward and tried to open the door, but this time it couldn't be pushed open at all.

A very fine wisp of magic mist poked the keyhole, but there was no response. Tom tried to infect it with magic again, but it refused to come, but it had no intention of activating or obeying him.

"Don't waste your efforts," the crow said lazily, "this door can't be opened."

"What's in there?"

"Who knows? It is said that there is a mysterious power locked inside, which is more magical and terrifying than death, human wisdom, and the power of nature. Whoever opens this door will be able to see the ultimate end of the magical world. secret--"

"What could that be?" Tom asked curiously.

"No one knows," Crow said in a joking tone, "Maybe when you go in, you will find that our world is actually just a storybook?"

While talking, Tom struggled for a while. No matter whether Alajo opened the door or it was torn apart, there was no way to open the door. He controlled the corpse puppet to lift his foot and kicked it, but it still didn't open.

"Okay..." He marked the door with an "L" to indicate that it was locked. Then, as the circular room began to rumble and turn again, he said to the crow: "To save time, I beg you to reconsider my proposal."

This is just a step.

When the crow took the initiative to talk to him, he was already ready to give in to his suggestions.

Tom felt that his heart was about to beat wildly due to nervousness, but soon, he used magic to gently capture his heart, forcing it to beat steadily.

The crow snorted, not looking at him.

"Don't think I'm going to open my mind to you," Crow said, "but I can share a memory with you... Yes, you can see what you want... but as you and I both know That way, plans are just plans.”

"Of course." Tom promised, "I won't be angry because you planned to kill me, nor will I be angry because there is a discrepancy between your plan and the actual situation."

"I have no plans to kill you," Crow said emphatically.

Tom smiled politely in return.

"Okay," said the crow, "no - don't stick your mist in my head, it's rude, you know? Wizards have invented more civilized ways to solve this problem... Yes, stick your wand against me My temple—that’s not my temple! Don’t poke my ear!”

Finally they scrawled the Elder Wand to the crow's forehead.

"Okay, a simple variation of Legilimency, just read it to me - no, no, no," the crow stopped urgently, "I'd better offer it proactively, and then you can lead me there..."

Tom took a deep breath and signaled that he was ready.

A silver-blue substance that was neither gas nor liquid emerged from the place where the wand head touched the crow's forehead. Tom hesitated for a moment, then slowly pointed the memories towards his temple with his wand - the crow stared at him firmly.

The moment before the memory came into contact with his skin, Tom paused, as if he wanted to weigh it again. But the crow didn't give him this chance - the silver-blue trickle suddenly got rid of its harmless disguise, and showed its fangs like a colorful snake, snapping and flicking, and like lightning, it pounced forward and bit hard. Take a bite of Tom!

At the same time, the crow suddenly spread its wings, and the layers of black feathers were like the hands of an evil spirit that was clawing at the outside world and clawing at the outside world. It shouted a curse: "The soul is out of the body!"