[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The closer we get to the end of the term, the faster time seems to go by

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Tom had just begged and wallowed in the Potions Office in exchange for helping Professor Snape with the basic potion materials for the next year. He finally relented and was willing to help students start their own businesses - to guide Tom in making potions. In this way, he refused to accept the shares allocated to him, and refused to allow Tom to solicit business in his name.

"Is Mr. Locke so eager to squeeze his poor Potions Master into working for him?" Snape said with a sneer, but he could tell he felt very good about being praised by Tom.

"At least give me a sample, Professor!" cried Tom.

Snape snorted and nodded at the medicine cabinet.

This is what consent means.

Tom cheered and jumped over and poured a small bottle of the high-end potions in the cabinet - he had already prepared a whole set of glass bottles, thinking that if Snape would only give instructions, he would divide the products into categories. , products that are really processed with Snape's potions are regarded as supreme not for sale and are only given to teachers such as Principal Dumbledore for advertising effect. When selling, you can’t use Professor Snape’s brand name. You can use the name of Professor Snape’s students. If you really don’t compete with possible business rivals in the market because of potions, how can you use Snape’s name? With Professor Pu’s protective temperament, will he really stand by and watch?

Snape looked at Tom's cheerful packing action with cold eyes, snorted again, and said mockingly: "The difference between the greedy dragon and you is that at least the dragon may know the efficacy of these potions."

"No," Tom retorted with a smile, "The difference between me and the dragon is that the dragon doesn't have such a good teacher as you."

Snape curled his lips and said slowly: "Then I would like to see what Mr. Locke can do in this year's final exam under the guidance of a teacher like me."

"You won't be disappointed, Professor," Tom assured him, and happily prepared to leave with his trophies in his arms.

"Stand." Snape stopped him, took out his wand and touched the white paper on the table. Countless twisted letters crawled out from the tip of the wand and soon covered the paper.

"Take it." Snape handed him the instruction manual and couldn't help but say a few more words to him: "You don't know how to use it, you just took it and left in a daze. I think the Sorting Hat is so confused that it made you become Hufflepuff slipped through the cracks.”

Tom quickly took it and smiled at Snape.

"Get out." Snape didn't bother to look at him, waved his hand and started to chase people away.

"Call me while you're brewing the Mandela antidote, so I can help you." Tom had already reached the door, and then poked his head in and shouted.

"Mr. Locke overestimates his potion skills." Snape scolded him in a sinister tone, waved his wand, and closed the office door.

Final exams were set earlier this year, so that by the time they finished in early June, the mandrakes were not yet fully mature. This meant Hermione had managed to miss her finals this year - "She would have been devastated!" said Ron. "Oh, how I wish it was me who missed the finals."

But this was obviously impossible, so he and Harry could only feel dizzy as Tom stuffed a thick book of essential notes before the exam, and then walked into the exam room in a daze after staying up all night to recite.

It is worth mentioning that due to Tom’s trickery last year, almost all professors urgently adjusted the question bank this year. Tom is still very calm about this. After all, he is only in the second grade. No matter how the background of the topic changes, the knowledge points are just there. He is not afraid. It was more of a headache for Harry and Ron to review on time. At this time, he missed his "comrade" Hermione very much. The little witch was much more energetic than him in urging his friends to study.

The first is the easy and simple practical test - "You call that easy and simple?" Ron said weirdly, "The guinea pig cushion I conjured can still squawk!"

"There's also the Charms exam," Harry said with a smile, "Seamus was able to use the Lighting Charm to set the leaves on Professor Flitwick on fire!"

When Tom heard about this, he felt that Seamus was really a born fire magician. After all, he was a wizard who could create sparks in the Transfiguration class.

I don’t know if it’s because of the basilisk incident this semester. The potions practical exam is testing broad-spectrum antidotes. The difficulty is probably to successfully bottle the potion under Snape’s gaze. Anyway, Tom saw several in the exam room. A student shook his hands and sprinkled the potion all over the floor.

The exam in the astronomy class was very loose. Firenze randomly summoned an illusion of a planet and asked them to name, characteristics, and symbolic meanings. There were five planets in total, and if they answered three correctly, they would be allowed to pass.

Ron was very unlucky. He was only one step away from perfect score - he had memorized the first four in Tom's pre-exam notes, but in the end he looked at a blue planet and couldn't recognize it -

"Earth, Ron." Tom was speechless after hearing his description, "Don't you actually recognize the earth?"

"I thought I was only taking the exam for heaven." Ron scratched his head and said, quickly putting the matter aside.

"Whatever," Ron said happily, "it would be great if you get good!"

They ended up spending a few grueling hours in the auditorium during the written exam—very grueling for everyone, because early submission of papers was not allowed this year either. Tom finished it early. The anti-cheating quill he was given this year was not particularly useful, so he raised his hand and asked for a replacement.

Professor Binns became a little more energetic when he saw him raising his hand and looked at him warily. It wasn't until he heard that he was about to change his pen that he regained his dull expression.

"Okay, okay. Mr. Lorry." He walked straight across with his pen, causing the students in the middle to scream in surprise - even in the summer, few people like to be confused by the cold feeling.

After leaving the examination room, Harry was still thinking hard: "Who was the person in the Middle Ages who was caught pretending to be burned forty-seven times?"

"Wendelin the Diviner," answered Tom. "The original text in A History of Magic."

"I made it up at random," Ron said easily, "Can we not discuss the content of the exam? It seems that mandrake has also matured in the past few days. I heard Professor Sprout say that the other day."

"When did Snape start making the antidote?" he asked Tom.

Tom didn't know either, but since he had nothing to do after the exam, he wanted to ask Professor Snape if the liquid calcium that humans take can be given to birds. Jiujiu had been growing so fast recently, and he was a little worried that his bones would hurt.

"Perhaps two years of magical education are not enough for Mr. Locke to realize that his potions professor is not a veterinarian." Snape was getting upset while correcting his papers, and when he heard Tom's question, he started to kick him out.

"Where is the pet hospital, Professor?" Tom asked, probing at the door.

"Go to Diagon Alley! Now, don't bother me!" Snape closed the office door with a dark face.

Within two seconds, he opened the door again, threw a bag of magic potion to Tom, and said, "Send it to the hospital wing."

"Antidote?" Tom reacted immediately. Before he could start complaining about why he wasn't called, Snape slammed the door shut again, causing the small decorative snake on the door handle to stick out its tongue.

Snape's potions were always very effective. Not long after they were sent to the hospital wing, Hermione rushed out of the curtain screaming: "You've got it!"

"What happened next?" she asked eagerly.

"You go back to the hospital bed first." Tom looked down and saw that she didn't even wear shoes. "A lot of things happened."

As he spoke, he bent down and hugged Mrs. Norris who ran out.

After Hermione listened to a series of things that happened after she was petrified on the hospital bed, she collapsed and covered her face.

"Oh my God..." she said incoherently, "I missed my final exam!"

Hermione quickly cheered up and frantically filled in all her notes during the last few days of the vacation. Then she went to the teachers one by one to ask for make-up exams. When she got on the train, she had two conspicuous black circles under her eyes.

Before getting off the bus, Tom checked his luggage for the last time, dragged the suitcase, and hugged the heavy Jiujiu - it was too hard to carry it on one shoulder, and Tom was really afraid that he would be weighed down - and he and his friends As soon as he said goodbye, he happily rushed towards his parents waiting for him outside the station.

The happy vacation has begun again.