[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Hurry up." Black Dog advised him again.

Tom Crow sat down instead - a god was guarding here, so what better time to think about the problem than at this time?

"Let me check it out first," said Tom.

"It is known that Voldemort wants to perform a ritual," Tom Crow's claws clicked on the stone floor. "What he wants is true. The answer is written on the riddle - flying over death. He should have achieved it by now. Enough firewood, and a lot of Horcruxes..." He tried to count them on his hands, but he only twitched his wings awkwardly.

"Uh... I came from the Resurrection Stone, and then there are the crown, Nagini, Harry, the golden cup, the diary..." He raised his head and counted again, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6... plus himself, he has already gathered the number seven, the most magical number in legend."

Tom was a little worried about this.

But the black dog just stared at him silently with pure black eyes.

"Harry will come." Tom Crow said to himself, "Dumbledore took Harry away to wait for me to make a choice...I chose to come here, then Harry will come...Whether it's because of me Here, it’s because—” He glanced at the black dog beside him.

Double insurance, whether it's saving his friends or his godfather, Harry will definitely run into it.

"But..." He couldn't help but glance at the Elder Wand. It was difficult to guess what role this famous wand could play in it - or rather, what role Grindelwald wanted this wand to play... He always You're not planning to resurrect Dumbledore's sister, are you? He must know that he can't please the other party by severely offending his bottom line, right?

Tom thought uncertainly.

He counted his things again: "Uh... As for me... I have... a lot of anchors?"

Black Dog rolled his eyes at this, obviously looking down on his "anchors" that were only lightly infected.

"..." Tom frowned and sat on the ground with his two thin bird legs spread apart. He also took the Elder Wand and put it in front of him. "Okay, I also have a death stick." He stared at his pitifully small The equipment was in a daze, and the mist gathered around him, playing with his down feathers curiously.

He tried to connect his own things - no matter how stupid he was, he knew that it was impossible to pile up unrelated things to form the steps of God - he had mutated magic power, some "anchors" that were lightly infected by magic power, and then he also There was a wand given to him by an old demon king whose friend or foe was unknown.

It's so good.

He had never faced a test for which he was so ill-prepared.

Every year in the magical world, he is like a poor newbie who accidentally entered the final boss map - he is leveling up quickly, so why are the problems he has to face also upgraded along with it!

Tom's collapse did not affect the black dog sitting aside at all - it gently pawed the bird with its paw, almost pushing him forward, and urged him again indifferently: "Hurry up, you are still here What are you waiting for?"

Tom Crow fluttered his wings and did not complain about the black dog's movements - what if he really died this time, why not offend the God of Death by covering his head first?

So he had no choice but to sigh and pat his belly thoughtfully with the tip of his wing - alas, in the end he would have to return to the most primitive and barbaric plundering... Yes, Voldemort regarded him as a source of wealth. He could also regard Voldemort as a resource. How did you say that? If my neighbor is hoarding food, I am hoarding guns. My neighbor is my granary.

Instead of worrying about Voldemort who makes no secret of his purpose, it is better to pray that Principal Dumbledore has not laid any foreshadowing to stop him.

Of course, this is unlikely, considering that even the Elder Wand is in his hand now... He wouldn't be surprised even if Dumbledore uses the Elder Wand to teleport to him in the next second.

It was impossible to ask him to throw away the Elder Wand anyway. If he had never defeated Voldemort, he would still be holding the Elder Wand and shouting "Headmaster, help me". It wouldn't be shameful to turn around and bow down to the headmaster before going back to be a Hogwarts student honestly. He is not yet an adult yet, and it would not be too late to wait until Dumbledore is dead before re-planning to become a god...

Tom was thinking as he broke the jar and jumped hard to reach the stone steps——

Yes, he can't fly up. He has not yet learned to use his wings. The height and strength with which his mist lifted him always made him feel like a stone that was put into a sling and was about to be thrown away in the next second...

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I didn’t feel it when I jumped down, but now I’m gnashing my teeth when I want to jump up: Who designed such an inhumane step!

While climbing all the way back to the entrance of this room, directing the mist to drag his unconscious body, Tom took one last look at the black dog when he controlled the corpse puppet to close the black door.

The black dog sat still and tilted his head towards him.

The fiery "D" was hit on the black door of the Death Hall, and the wall spun again, then stopped.

The corpse puppet walked over and opened a new black door in front of him again. Beautiful, diamond-like dancing light rushed into Tom's eyes. After his eyes gradually adapted to the brilliant and dazzling light here, he looked It was clear that the dials of many clocks were shimmering.

They range in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hanging between bookshelves or standing on tables as long as the entire length of a room. Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking filled the house, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps. Every dial was illuminated by light, but the brightest, diamond-like flash of light came from a bell-shaped crystal glass dome that stood tall at the end of the room.

This bell-shaped crystal glass cover was about as tall as a person and stood on a table. It seemed to be filled with a swirling, sparkling air current.

In the center of the bell-shaped glass jar, floating in the flickering light, was a small egg as bright as a gem. When it rose up in the glass cover, it cracked suddenly, and a hummingbird came out and rose straight to the top of the glass cover, but as the air flow fell, the bird's feathers were stained again. , soaked until it landed at the bottom of the glass cover, and was locked in the egg again.

An indescribable feeling enveloped him, a fateful inexplicable excitement and a strong sense of hunger that made him click his beak several times.

"Mine." He thought, jumping forward through the narrow aisle, spreading his wings and raising his head, looking obsessively at the endless shining airflow inside the bell-shaped glass dome, and even the surrounding fog followed the glass. The frequencies in the hood surged together.

He didn't notice that a very weak golden light shone on both the crow and his own unconscious body, as if...

The color of the grit of time in his broken and scattered timer that year.