[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The days of being addicted to magic always passed quickly. When Tom could barely release two magic balls, he realized that he had been in Hogwarts for two full months.

He had to admit that studying in the wizarding world was more interesting than he had imagined, so much so that he felt like he didn't have enough time. He became more proficient in his homework. The teachers were deeply impressed by him and were willing to give him more advice when he went to ask for advice - but the potion ingredients were still disgusting. Professor Snape was trying After correcting his idea and asking him to go to the office to disembowel a whole bucket of toads, he gave up after vomiting all over the floor in the office, and turned a blind eye to him for a while.

It smelled so bad and felt so disgusting. It’s not entirely my fault. Tom thought aggrievedly.

Even though he knew Snape had good intentions, he was still angry with Snape. Fortunately, his little friend Neville is willing to handle all the potion materials in class. Even if Neville is clumsy, Tom doesn't mind it - he himself is unwilling to touch it, so why would he hate it if someone else is willing to do it? Not good?

Apart from Potions, Astronomy also didn't go very well. In his opinion, the stars in the sky are all similar, and the best one to identify is the moon. Nine times out of ten, the North Star can be identified correctly, but the others are a mess. Professor Sinistra often looked at him and sighed: "Locke, Locke, what can you do?"

"I will work hard!" Tom blushed and promised the professor. He read starry sky pictures one after another, but once he arrived at the scene to observe, without giving a hint of the name of the first planet, Tom was still like a cat that couldn't figure out the thread and couldn't unravel the ball of yarn. But he was really working hard, and even after sneaking up in the middle of the night to watch "The First Solution to Magic", he didn't forget to look at the night sky and practice. Therefore, Professor Sinister's attitude towards him was still very good, and he often used love and affection to him. Looking at him with sighing eyes, encouraging him.

While waiting for the holidays, go to Diagon Alley and buy a moving constellation model. Tom planned. He asked his seniors and sisters. With this astronomy class, it would not be so difficult. At most, he could memorize every star sign. In this way, except for special celestial phenomena, there will basically be no problems.

Other than that, life at the magic school is going well. Lady Norris was willing to allow him to be petted briefly, and for the cat's sake Filch had been a little more pleasant to him lately. When he asked where to replenish the laundry detergent, Filch gave him some information about house elves in a snarky voice.

"Then why not let the house elves help you clean the castle?"

"Get out!" Filch was furious.

Tom hugged the cat and went out. He stood at the door and buried his face in Mrs. Norris's soft hair, rubbing it here and there: "Why does your master always get angry..."

Mrs. Norris kicked him, jumped out of his arms, and ran back to Filch.

Filch had turned against him too quickly and kicked him out before even telling him where to find the house elf. Tom decided to leave the question another day, as right now he had to rush to Charms class.

It was Halloween Eve, and the whole school was filled with the sweet smell of roasted pumpkins. Professor Flitwick from Charms decided it was time for them to make objects fly.

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we have been training!" Professor Flitwick said sharply, standing on the pile of books piled high, "One wave, one shake. Remember, one wave Shake. It is also very important to recite the spell accurately. Do you all remember the wizard Barufio whom I have talked about countless times? He said the 'f' into an 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a head standing on his chest. bison.

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"The school has enough beef, so you don't need to give yourself extra meals." He finally said.

The students burst into laughter and cheerfully held their wands and began to cast spells on the feathers on the table.

Tom had already mastered the spells in the spells textbook, and he easily sent the feathers into the sky.

"Oh, well done, Mr. Locke!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and shouted, "Look, Mr. Locke has succeeded!"

Tom laughed, bowed slightly to the professor, and then began to patiently point out Neville beside him, which made Professor Flitwick add 1 point to Gryffindor.

But other students did not fare so well. Seamus and Harry shared a table - ever since that Transfiguration lesson, Seamus had refused to sit with Tom again, and he seemed to find being with Tom quite offensive. They waved and waved, and waved, and waved, and did it again and again, almost waving the wand to the wind, but the feather still lay motionless, as if it were fixed to the floor by magic. In a rage, Seamus stabbed the feather with his wand, causing it to catch fire - Harry had to put out the fire with his hat.

Maybe Seamus is particularly talented in fire magic. Tom remembered that time in Transfiguration class that Seamus also lit his own match.

Ron and Hermione on the other side of the table were also a clear control group. Ron had already swung his arms like windmills, not noticing Professor Flitwick's disapproving look at all, and was still shouting: "Wingardim Leviosa!"

"You're wrong." Hermione said unceremoniously. It was hard for her to tolerate academic mistakes and she always couldn't help but correct others. "It's Yuga-Dimlev-O-Sa. That one 'Add' says it long and clear."

"Since you're so smart, you might as well give it a try." Ron growled.

Hermione smiled contemptuously, rolled up the paper and waved her wand: "Wingardium Leviosa!"

The feathers rose up in response and stopped steadily in mid-air.

"Excellent!" shouted Professor Flitwick, "Miss Granger has succeeded too!"

When get out of class was about to end, Neville, with the help of Tom, finally made the feathers flutter into the air. Although it soon fell down again, Neville was already very satisfied.

"Thank you, Tom," Neville said gratefully, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"It's nothing," Tom said disapprovingly, "You also helped me a lot in Potions class."

"Only you think I can help." Neville said with a wry smile, "They all say I'm stupid and don't want to team up with me."

"Why do you care so much about what other people say? Just don't play with them. I think you are pretty good." Tom said.

Neville smiled.

Neville was in a good mood, but Ron, who kept failing and being corrected by Hermione, was in a bad mood.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," he said to Harry in the corridor, without trying to control his voice. "She's a nightmare, to be honest."

Hermione's eyes suddenly turned red, she sobbed and ran away.

"Hermione!" Tom tried to catch up, but was quickly stopped by the crowd.

"I think she heard you," Harry said uncomfortably.

"So what," Ron said, but he also showed a hint of uneasiness, "She must have noticed that no one wants to take the initiative to play with her."

"I think you must have noticed," Tom said to Ron unhappily, "that you are just jealous."

"What about you? Are you talking because you feel the same way as a nerd?" Ron yelled. "Being like Granger is unbearable and you can only hang out with all the misfits."

"Aha," Tom was irritated. "You must be very proud of growing up in a neglected environment and finally making your presence felt by propping up the savior. But so what, changing from a shadow to a savior?" In another shadow, no one still remembers you, little follower."

Harry had to desperately pull Ron who was about to pounce on him, and he had to raise his head and shout to Tom: "Ron is my friend!"

"Great friendship." Tom said coldly, "I hope Mr. Weasley will always think so. Don't - don't be burdened."

With great difficulty Harry dragged Ron away.

They were all still angry in the next class. And Hermione didn't show up at all. She disappeared all afternoon.

Tom's anger slowly turned to concern. "If there's no news from her by dinner," he warned Ron, "I'll report it to the teacher."

This time even Ron just kept a calm expression and said nothing. He was still worried about the safety of his classmates.

When they went to the restaurant, they heard the girls chatting and said that Hermione had been crying sadly in the women's bathroom and refused to let anyone comfort her. As the girls spoke, they glanced at him accusingly or unintentionally.

Ron seemed even more uncomfortable, but he still tried his best to be brave in front of Tom: "What can I do, she is hiding in the women's bathroom! I can't go in to see her," he said angrily.

Tom snorted, thinking about packing some food for Hermione later.

The hall has changed greatly. A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and a thousand bats circled like low dark clouds above the dining table, making Tom couldn't help but worry about the hygiene of the food.

Delicious food suddenly appeared on a golden plate on the long table. Tom picked some potatoes with skins to eat - feeling a little more hygienic, and took a few more to bring to Hermione. Then he stood up hunched over and planned to sneak out quietly.

Before he could reach the door while he was leaning against the wall, Professor Quirrell rushed in with the big scarf on his head tilted and a look of horror on his face.

"The troll -" he shouted breathlessly, walking towards Principal Dumbledore and leaning on the table, "in the underground classroom - thought you should know."

After saying that, he fell down on the floor and passed out.

There was chaos in the dining room, and Dumbledore had to let the head of his wand emit several piercing explosions of fireworks before everyone quieted down.

"Prefect," he said in a low voice, "lead your college students to the dormitory immediately!"

Percy stood up impatiently and greeted the Gryffindor students: "Follow me! Don't get separated! The first-year students are following me closely. Okay, as long as you listen to my instructions, you don't have to be afraid of any trolls." !”

His calmness was very natural. After all, Gryffindor Tower was on the eighth floor, far away from the underground classroom.

Tom hesitated at the door, then turned and ran towards the professor's chair.

"Professor McGonagall!" There was too much traffic, and it was very difficult for him to go upstream. Seeing the professors leaving one after another, he had to call out to his dean, "Professor McGonagall!" He hesitated, omitting the cause and effect. "Hermione, she went to the bathroom! She doesn't know about the trolls yet!"

"Oh my God." Professor McGonagall's lips turned pale. "Where did she go?"

How did Tom know which women's room Hermione was in? Fortunately, the girls knew that Professor McGonagall quickly caught up with the Gryffindor team with him, and Patil told them.

"Tom, go back with them, I will find Granger." Professor McGonagall ordered, then looked around, her expression became even uglier, "Where are Harry and Ron? Percy! You didn't count the number of people." ?!"

There was no time to get angry with the prefect, so Professor McGonagall hurried to the women's toilet.

After being scolded, Percy cleared his throat unnaturally, held tightly to the Tom that Professor McGonagall pushed to him, and said, "Okay, okay, everyone!" He raised his voice, "Look at you. Are there any students around you who have been left behind?"

"I have to go and see," said Tom.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere!" Percy shouted angrily, holding Tom's arm tightly and insisting on taking him back to Gryffindor Castle himself.