[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

It was a seemingly ordinary summer night. Tom was studying "The Howling Song" at his desk, trying to write a curse of his own, but was not very successful. The curse is different from the standard curse he learned before. The emotional requirements for casting the spell are greatly increased. Since the spell is cast with malice, it is more like deliberately deflecting the effect after the standard curse is started, resulting in the framework of the spell. It’s also more freewheeling. Without the convenience of practice, it was difficult for Tom to accurately grasp the effect of the spell he wrote.

"If you pause here..." Tom chewed on the end of his pen and thought, "Would it be better if the magic power was stirred for a while?"

"There will be a circuit conflict and the spell casting will fail." A lazily hoarse voice answered him.

"Who!" Tom grabbed the wand and turned around, only to see Jiu Jiu, who had grown in size over the past few days, standing on the bedside table and tilting his head to look at him.

Tom looked around cautiously, but found no trace.

"Has anyone come in?" he whispered to his crow.

"No," Jiujiu replied lazily, "It's me, you fool."

Tom opened his mouth stupidly - this was rare for him - and watched helplessly as his crow slowly lengthened and twisted its body, turning into a body in a vague black mist. A young woman wearing a feathered coat!

She is tall and fit, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion. She is stunningly beautiful and has no hair. She only wears a black feather coat loosely to cover her key points. Her black curly hair hangs long under a gorgeous golden crown. Coming down, there is a sense of domineering in the charming laziness.

"Ah..." Tom rarely knew how to react. He looked up at the sky with a red face, "Please put on your clothes."

"What's the significance of an external object like clothes to a bird?" the black-haired banshee asked with a smile, "Besides, don't you like to hold me in your arms the most?" She took a few steps closer. , carrying a delicate fragrance, she leaned in front of Tom and asked him softly: "Do you still want to hug me now...Master?"

"No..." Tom didn't know where to turn his eyes. He wanted to push her away but had nowhere to start, "Stay away from me, thank you."

The succubus smiled slightly and retreated back to the bed very comfortably.

"I don't like the name Jiujiu." She complained, "It's too childish." She looked at Tom with dark red eyes, bit her fingertips, and said to him in a slower voice: "Of course, some Sometimes, you can call me...Tweet." She pronounced her name so lingeringly and ambiguously that Tom immediately felt that the name was terrible.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and asked, "Are you really my crow?"

"Otherwise?" The black-haired and red-eyed banshee opened her arms to him openly and asked him with a smile, "Do you want to check it out?"

"Ah... no." Tom turned away quickly.

But the other party's terrible line wasn't finished yet: "Just like you did many times before, no matter how I resist, you have to hold me firmly and carefully examine every part of my body -"

"——You were a bird then!" Tom interrupted her unbearably.

"Ah," the banshee held her chin and looked at him with interest, "I am also a bird now."

"That's different..." Tom answered her weakly, "Okay!" He quickly stopped the topic from slipping further to a bad place, "Be more serious, chirp-" He also found himself shouting at a creature in the form of a mature woman. There's something wrong with the name.

So intimate...even though this was originally his crow.

"What would you like to be called?" he asked.

"The King of Shadows... Anima." The beautiful banshee answered him. 7K妏揩

"Anima... the female image in the male psyche? Shadow anima... femme fatale?" Tom recalled the origin of the name in his mind.

"Hmm," Anima asked him, leaning on the bedside, "Isn't that appropriate?"

"...It just feels unlucky." Tom answered honestly, feeling as if a big word "danger" had been inserted above his head.

The succubus laughed wildly.

"My little boy," she called him affectionately, "you still don't know how to appreciate the charm of darkness."

Tom had gradually calmed down. After accepting that this anima was actually his own tweet, his perspective on her changed.

"Are you feeling any discomfort?" He asked, "Have you suddenly grown up recently to prepare for the transformation? Does transformation consume magic power or physical strength? Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

Anima's smile froze when she heard such a short-term question.

"No," the banshee replied, standing up gracefully and walking to his side, "I would rather see the spell you wrote - after all, you are so stupid that I can't help but answer your own words. To the point of talking to myself.”

"Stupid?" Tom stared at the golden crown on her head and asked thoughtfully: "So, this crown is Ravenclaw's crown?"

"Otherwise, I really can't understand how a little crow who has never attended school for a day can find the confidence to laugh at her master." Tom said, pretending to be angry.

"The little crow can laugh at her master whenever she wants." Anima said with a smile, "Her master can't understand the crow's language anyway."

Tom ignored the banshee's words and reached out to touch the golden crown on her head.

The mature succubus raised her head slightly to avoid his hand. "Are you so impatient, my little boy?" she asked teasingly.

"Don't move." Tom ordered, "Let me take a look." He stood up and stood on tiptoes to look at her golden crown - the banshee was much taller than him - and sure enough he saw a line engraved on the bottom of the crown. Small print: Extraordinary intelligence is mankind's greatest wealth.

"So where did you get this crown?" Tom asked her.

"Somewhere in the corner of the school," the banshee answered him casually, "shining in a hidden way. It's probably like this." She looked at Tom with a smile, "I was still an ignorant little crow at that time. It's not enlightening." She leaned down and whispered in Tom's ear, "How much do you want me to remember? Remember my dear master, remember your warm embrace-"

Tom coughed loudly.

"I hope this magical creation has no negative effects on you," he said, "but it seems it has some."

The succubus laughed, flipped up her black curly hair, and said: "You will soon know its benefits, my little boy."

"No one can deny the power of knowledge." She said meaningfully.