[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"I don't know what you mean," Harry said dryly.

"Harry, you're a Parseltongue," Tom said, staring at him.

Harry stood up and paced around the room anxiously, his mind a mess, and he just denied blankly: "This is impossible."

Tom quietly watched Harry walk back and forth several times before saying, "I don't know how to explain it to you, Harry, but my magic tells me that every time you have a headache, the smell of the soul tablets is particularly obvious."

Harry thought about the painful scars from the Dark Lord's resurrection ceremony, and the vicious whispers that echoed in his head.

"I look like a joke." Harry paused, his eyes red.

"I'm like a joke." He repeated again, "I hated Voldemort for so many years... He killed my parents! But now you tell me that I am also a part of him? Ha!"

He frantically dug at the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead with his fingers, and a few strands of blood flowed down his temples.

Hermione shouted worriedly: "Harry!"

Before Hermione could pull out her wand to stop him, Harry was in front of Tom.

"Eat it," he shouted at Tom, "eat it!"

Ron stretched out his hand to try to stop: "Wait! Wait! Who can explain to me? Why did Harry become part of the mysterious man? When did it happen?"

"Thirteen years ago," Tom said, "the rebound of the Death Curse was probably the one that caused the Dark Lord's soul to break apart unintentionally and attach itself to Harry -"

"That's enough! Eat it!" Harry shouted unbearably, with a disgusted expression as if he was covered in disgusting bugs.

"I can only say that I will try," Tom shrugged, "I can't control the magic so accurately..."

"That doesn't matter!" Harry said firmly, "It doesn't matter if you eat part of my soul! As long as it doesn't have anything to do with that guy..."

"No!" Hermione was frightened. "This sounds too evil!" She glared at the uneasy boys, "Listen to what you are talking about! One said he wanted to eat other people's soul fragments, and the other It doesn’t matter if one says that he can eat part of himself by the way...Are we having a happy dinner party with cannibals?”

"No, no, no, the integrity of the wizard's soul is very important!" Ron finally caught up with the conversation and stopped him with a changed expression.

"I didn't see it." Harry said coldly, "No matter how important it is, wouldn't Voldemort turn himself into sliced ​​bread? Besides, no matter how important it is, it is not as important as killing a part of Voldemort?"

"No, no, no," Ron forced his way between the two of them, separating them. "I said we could ask Dumbledore before we start messing around."

"I can't stand it any longer," said Harry.

"Stop!" Ron punched him lightly on the chest and said without doubt, "Let's go find Dumbledore now!" He winked at Hermione, and each of them grabbed one and forced him to Separating them, he dragged them out of the Gryffindor common room.

"Hey...I'll go by myself." Tom said dumbfounded.

In response, Hermione just raised her head and snorted coldly, and twisted his arm hard.

Harry still remembered the password he gave when he followed Snape back last time: "Pile of cockroaches." The stone monster jumped away in response.

He was originally very angry and wanted to pour out countless words to Dumbledore, but when he really saw Dumbledore, Harry found that he could not say anything for a moment - the white-haired old man sat down Sitting in the armchair with a tired look on his face, Harry realized more clearly than ever before that Dumbledore was really old.

"Ah, my children," Dumbledore smiled kindly, "Would you like some Butterbeer?" He winked mischievously, "Don't tell Minerva that I gave you this..." He muttered, conjuring a steaming cup of foamy drink for each child.

"Sit down," he conjured up several soft sofas that looked very comfortable, "I won't serve you snacks. The house elves have been busy all day, and I guarantee that today's dinner will be very sumptuous! So I think it’s best not to stuff your stomachs in advance..."

Cups filled with hot drinks happily flew to each child's hands. Harry sat on the sofa holding the cup. The warmth slowly spread from the palms of his hands to his whole body. For a while, he could no longer find the feeling of sadness, anger, disgust and rage.

"Uh..." he said.

"Tom," Dumbledore skipped him and said to Tom, "How are you doing during this time?"

"How should I put it?" Tom took a sip of butterbeer. He felt too tired and put it aside. "Apart from the terrible food he ate, he didn't abuse me in any way." He said after considering it, and Dumbledore stared at each other for a moment.

"That's good." Dumbledore crossed his fingers on the table, "What do you think of him?"

"Emmm, unexpected? After all, I haven't dealt with other Dark Lords. If you expect me to give him a score or something, I have no way to compare."

Dumbledore laughed.

"Sane madmen are always unpredictable. I don't know what he's planning," Tom said. "But I don't feel good about it. I mean, the way he's sending out resurrection packages all over the world - that's for sure. Is there something wrong?"

"Yes." Dumbledore sighed, "But here's the problem," his eyes moved to Harry, "Can everyone resist this temptation?"

Harry pursed his lips, a look of protest on his face. .seven

So Dumbledore stood up and took down a book from the bookshelf, "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", and handed it to Hermione.

"Perhaps Miss Granger would like to read this interesting book to us...Thank you, just read "The Legend of the Three Brothers". I don't think Harry has heard of it yet?" Dumbledore sat down again.

"Uh... okay," Hermione said nervously. She opened the book, coughed slightly, and started reading. Harry turned his head and saw a strange symbol of a triangle within a circle on the page.

"Once upon a time, there were three brothers walking on a secluded trail. It was almost dusk..."

"It's midnight, Mum always told us," said Ron, stretching and putting the empty glass aside.

Hermione gave him an annoyed look.

"I'm sorry," Ron said quickly, "I won't interrupt, you continue."

"They walked and came to a river. It was a deep and fast river that could not be waded or swam across. However, these three brothers knew magic. They just waved their magic wands. A bridge was built across the river. However, when they were halfway there, they noticed a hooded man blocking their way.

Death spoke to them—"

"Is there really a God of Death?" Harry heard what interested him.

"This is a legend, Harry!" Hermione had to interrupt her reading again.

And Tom and Dumbledore accidentally glanced at each other - and they both confirmed that the other knew about the black dog.

Hermione continued to read, and the God of Death allowed the three brothers to ask for a reward from him, so the eldest brother asked for the most powerful wand in the world, and the second brother got a resurrection stone - "a stone that can bring people back to life!" Harry He screamed again and was glared at by Hermione - the third child got an invisibility cloak.

"Death has an invisibility cloak?" Harry interrupted Hermione's reading for the third time, which made Hermione very angry.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked, "Why don't Harry read it, before he can't help but express his opinion again and again!"

No one else in the principal's office had any objections to this.

So Harry smiled apologetically at Hermione and took the book.