[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom has a secret tutor.

Although this new tutor is still nocturnal and appears in the body of a bird most of the time, he is very qualified in terms of knowledge reserves. At the same time, it also avoids the need for Tom to explain to his parents that his crow suddenly Big changes to the problem of living people.

It is impossible to say that Tom is not suspicious at all, but the behavior of this anima when she transformed into a bird is no different from chirping. There is no sudden amnesia, and there is no drastic change in temperament. It doesn't look like it. Who replaced it - it eats raw meat and insects! At least Tom couldn't think of any witch who would make such a huge sacrifice to lurk around him.

According to the information he searched through the night, Ravenclaw's crown has only one owner, and that is Ravenclaw himself. In the past thousands of years, Gryffindor's sword, Hufflepuff's Holy Grail and Slytherin's locket have all appeared more or less in historical documents, but Ravenclaw's diadem has remained silent. The land is in a state of loss.

He could only speculate that Ravenclaw's diadem had been hidden somewhere in the school until it was accidentally picked up by Tweet that day. From then on, Tweet's evolution began - who is the protagonist?

If there were any shortcomings in this tutor, it would probably be that he was wild and the magic he taught tended to be dark.

"Why," Anima explained, "are you expecting a crow, which symbolizes dark power, to teach you white magic?"

"I thought knowledge itself had no bias."

"But creatures who receive knowledge are biased, my little boy."

The banshee's dark red eyes stared at him with interest and said: "You have almost learned the curses. Do you want to try my best curse?"

"No," Tom refused. "I want to start with the most basic analysis of the spell structure." He said cautiously, "The backlash of the curse is also very powerful. I will wait until I have finished the analysis and am confident."

"Of course." Anima replied while tearing the raw beef with her teeth. Bright red blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and she wiped it away roughly with the back of her hand.

"Are you still willing to deliver a letter for me now?" Tom asked, "Harry's birthday is coming soon, and I have to send him a gift... If you don't want to, I will send it to him the Muggle way."

"Why not?" The banshee sucked the remaining blood on her fingers, her red eyes shining in the night, "I would be happy to meet your friends."

The banshee said with a smile.

So when it came to Harry's birthday, Anima was like an ordinary crow--except that it was very conspicuous--with its fierce and powerful claws, it grabbed the ice cream cake that Tom had packed and gave it to the famous Harry. Potter gave me a birthday present.

Harry lived in the smallest bedroom on the second floor of Privet Ludsley's house. When Anima landed lightly on the window, he was hiding under the sheets and secretly writing his History of Magic homework.

After Crow quietly admired the embarrassed figure of the boy who survived, he kicked the window glass reservedly.

Harry was startled by the noise.

He even held his breath while inking and writing, fearing that if the Dursleys heard the slightest noise on the way to the bathroom, they would rush in and confiscate all his things and spend the rest of the summer with him. He was locked in the cupboard on the stairs.

Who knew that he was so cautious, but a malicious crow stood outside the window and flew towards him.

"Ah, it's you, Tweet." Harry lifted the sheets and said helplessly. Tom's crow has a bad temper and is very annoying. If anyone tries to teach it, it will look around and pretend not to understand.

He gently opened the window bolt and greeted Jiujiu affectionately: "Hello, little bad thing, you scared me."

The crow unceremoniously threw the package into Harry's arms. Seeing him hurriedly catching the big package and then bouncing due to the cold ice cream cake, he opened his mouth and laughed "Ahhh" twice. .

"Shh! Shh--" Harry was extremely nervous! "Don't scream, chirp, chirp, please, it will be troublesome if you wake them up!"

The raven strutted around his bed.

"Do you want some water?" Harry asked it in a low voice, "Hedwig isn't here. She has been out for two days... Oh, otherwise you two will start fighting again when they meet."

Raven looked disdainfully at Hedwig's cage.

"Yes, the cage is a bit old...but the water is fresh, I changed it today. Don't want to drink? Okay, you can do as you like, but don't make any noise, okay?"

Harry also sat on the bed and opened the package gently, looking very surprised: "What is this? Cake? Why is it iced?" He dug a little with his fingers and tasted it, and he was visibly happy. Get up, "It's ice cream!"

The crow didn't pay attention to his ignorant look. It carefully looked at the lightning-shaped scar on the forehead of the boy-who-lived. It didn't know what it saw, but a flash of light flashed in its dark red eyes, and Harry, who was happily eating ice cream, suddenly hissed and covered his forehead.

"Weird..." He muttered to himself, feeling a sudden throbbing pain in his forehead just now, but this feeling was fleeting and was quickly diluted by the joy of receiving such a novel gift for the first time.

"Thank you Tom for me." He hurriedly wrote a thank you letter and handed it to the crow who was obviously getting impatient and watched it fly away.

Compared to Harry, who lives in dire straits, Tom's summer vacation life is much more comfortable. He received instruction from his new tutor every night and went to Snape's house twice a week to practice magic. Snape was amazed by the progress of his magic and warned him not to be too addicted to magic and ignore the dangers behind it. .

"Don't think that I don't know that you are a frequent visitor to the Restricted Area, Mr. Locke." Snape said coldly, "Being vigilant and underestimating the dangers of magic is the first step towards the abyss."

"Okay, Professor." Tom answered him with the excitement of successfully performing magic, but he obviously didn't listen much.

"You don't think so, do you, Mr. Locke?" Snape asked him softly, his eyes dark, "Look at this example." He pushed the "Daily Prophet" in his hand to him.

There was a huge photo printed on the front page. It showed a slovenly man with a sunken face and tangled long hair. His skin was waxy and his eyes were gloomy. He looked like a ferocious wild dog that was always ready to lust after humans.

"Black remains at large," Tom read. "The Ministry of Magic has today confirmed that Sirius Black, considered the most notorious of all Azkaban's ever prisoners, remains uncaptured."

"Who is this?" Tom finished reading quickly and discovered that this wanted person had killed thirteen people with a magic spell.

"You are an outstanding graduate of Gryffindor House," Snape said with a strange pleasure and resentment, "Ah ha, of course, his fall did not happen in an instant. His embryo was bad from the beginning. of."

"A long period of gullibility and a wrong decision has led to tragedy," he said with a dull look in his eyes, "Always be vigilant, Mr. Locke."