[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The link to Harry is of course Tom.

He originally just tried it every day before going to bed with little hope, but this time it seemed to be surprisingly smooth, as if he finally found the right method - he tried his best to imagine himself as a radio that was modulating, and then started to listen to his The magic power described the effect he wanted to achieve, and then spread the exciting magic power along the faint threads between the soul pieces, and then fell asleep on the pillow.

It wasn't until about five o'clock in the morning that he felt his magic power vibrating excitedly in his sleep, trying to wake him up. Not only was it jumping around inside his body, but the magic power wandering outside his body was also vibrating at high speed, and even sent out several An inaudible buzzing sound - then the magic paused, vibrating more excitedly, adjusting the frequency of vibration, and producing a series of uneven and harsh noises.

When Snape, who had also been awakened, kicked in the door with a murderous look on his face, Tom was having a splitting headache and trying to shut up those demons who were obviously over-excited, and those with fresh energy Still trying hard to say something with tremors:

"Harry Potter!"

Only Tom vaguely understood that the noise caused by the magic vibrations was a sharp shout of Harry's name - after all, he had ordered them to do this before going to bed.

When he heard the piercing squealing noise, his mind was suddenly confused, as if a large bucket of ice water was poured on his head. For a moment, his eyes were filled with blurry color blocks, and he thought I was finally so noisy that I suffered a cerebral hemorrhage.

...He died of cerebral hemorrhage due to his own magic power, which seemed to be a wizard-like way of death.

Fortunately, Snape broke through the door in the next moment, and a loud bang called back his distracted attention.

"Tom Locke!" he hissed, "What the hell are you doing so early in the morning!"

Tom, who was tormented even more closely by the noises made by the lively magicians, looked even uglier than him. After all, they were not only so excited outside, but also pulsating inside their bodies.

"Sorry," Tom managed, his mind still buzzing, "They're a little... out of control."

"I can see it, Mr. Locke." Snape said grimly, "I personally suggest that you take care of it, otherwise I will be happy to provide you with magic inhibitors... I am willing to take out my largest crucible to brew medicine for you. , the kind that can soak you all in."

"Thank you very much, Professor Snape." Tom reached out and rubbed his temples, and then picked his ears. He felt like his brain was like a receiver with poor signal. From time to time, he could vaguely hear something that shouldn't be there. The voice on his side. "I do think you need to prepare some things in advance." 7

Snape stared at him gloomily, raised his wand, repaired the door he had just blown open, then angrily tossed his robe and went downstairs, leaving only a warning squeezed out from between his teeth. :"keep quiet!"

Tom threw himself onto the soft bed again with a "pop" and poked the dodging magic airflow angrily: "Did you hear that? Stay - quiet!"

"Buzz--" The magic vibrated carefully and made a very slight sound.

"Shh-" Tom made a quiet gesture towards them, "Don't make noise outside, others will hear it-" He hooked his hands at the magic powers, causing them to form a gray-white magic power. He hugged the magic ball in his arms, "Be good, don't be angry. You are doing very well." He rubbed the magic ball with his chin, and the magic ball bounced happily, "I have contacted Harry, right? ?”

The magic ball bounced again.

"Let's take a look..." He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on feeling the situation on Harry's side, but he didn't know whether it was because of the signal or because Harry was not cooperating. In short, the effect was very poor. I could feel the anxiety on the other side, but it soon became intermittent as if the network was disconnected due to arrears.

Tom got up and finished his breakfast, and then absent-mindedly read a few pages of the book. He had not yet successfully contacted Harry - Harry seemed to be very firm that it was all visual and auditory hallucinations, and the magic powers entwined in the thread and responsible for the connection had not yet been successfully contacted. He was so anxious that he banged on the invisible barrier outside his mind.

——Let me in!

Until a certain moment, the signal was suddenly strengthened - Tom was in a daze for a moment and saw an old-fashioned telephone booth in front of him.

Um? [Note: The entrance to the Ministry of Magic for external visitors is through a magic elevator disguised as an old-fashioned telephone booth. 】

The magic powers were also working hard, trying to expand the channels of communication between the two parties - Tom watched the magic powers frantically trying to drill into Harry's brain along the threads, and began to worry about whether Harry's brain would hurt...

So he decided to make a quick decision, and while the signal was good, he quickly told Harry the key things: "Hey, hey, hey! Can you hear me?" - This was also the first time he had done this, and he felt unsure. I can only concentrate and transmit my thoughts through magic power. Fortunately, the magic powers that had learned to vibrate and make sounds also vibrated in synchrony. Tom could hear his vaguely changed voice sounding half a beat slower on the other side, accompanied by other vague sounds from the magic powers.

Then he heard Harry's whisper echoing in his head: "Hallucination."

Tom: "...Hey, hey, hey?"

This time he was answered with a furious growl with a hiss at the end: "Stop it!"

The roar hit his brain with a powerful shock wave, causing him to lean back involuntarily. But what really prevented his magic from being successfully defended immediately was that the second half of the voice didn't sound particularly like Harry's. Instead, it sounded like the dark lord's cold and manic magic. This caused his magic powers responsible for the connection to decide to disconnect immediately at the moment of induction, while the other part believed that they should continue to be maintained. As a result, the magic power that weaved the defensive network was slightly thin and could not block the violent impact.

Could it be that Harry had been unconsciously possessed by the Dark Lord? An unpleasant suspicion came to Tom's mind, and he began to mobilize more magic power to expand and stabilize the passage. At the same time, he began to search the memory sea on the other side with simplified Legilimency.

Corridor... a long corridor that never ends... the walls are empty, with no doors or windows... finally reaching the end, there are only ironic stone walls or eerie doors with iron locks...

Tom realized that what he was seeing was not Harry's perspective, but Harry's view of Voldemort.

What was the Dark Lord doing running the maze? Are you addicted to watching the Triwizard Tournament?

Tom didn't understand what the Dark Lord was doing, but he had been "making trouble" in Harry's mind for so long and he hadn't been kicked out or received any destructive curse. Obviously, Harry was still Harry and had not been cursed. The Dark Lord takes possession.

After seeing those confusing and twisted mathematical symbols in Harry's memory fragments, Tom was even more convinced of this - at least the Dark Lord, who had an O in arithmetic and divination, must have far surpassed Harry in terms of mathematical literacy. This was certainly not the Dark Lord's brain.

"Listen, Harry!" he shouted in Harry's head, trying to get Harry's attention, "The Dark Lord is suspicious!"

"He began to suspect that I was tipping you off - he didn't know yet that what he was seeing was from your perspective - what did you do to make him suspicious?"

He finally slowly received a series of crazy words from Harry and began to doubt that his own mind had its own thoughts.

"...Ah," Tom hurriedly remembered to add a sentence of self-introduction, "This is Tom!"

Harry's mind was in chaos, as if there were a hundred giant monsters breakdancing in his head, noisy and painful.

The solemn trial in the courtroom has been announced: "The trial on August 8th will be held to hear that Harry James Potter, who lives at No. 12 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, violated the "Reasonable Treatment of Underage Wizards". Binding Act and the International Statute of Secrecy.”

It was all in Harry's ears: "...buzz...judgment...buzz...number four...buzz...Harry...buzz buzz..."

"Excuse me," Harry finally vaguely figured out who was making noise in his mind, rather than him finally suffering from mental illness under the pressure, gritting his teeth patiently and trying to pass his thoughts to the other end unreliably. friend, "I'm on trial! You made me unable to hear anything!"

So he received a "I'm sorry!" with infinite repercussions.

Harry: "..." He tried not to think of any curse words in his mind.

Realizing that it was not the right time, Tom began to pull on the magic power of those links, signaling them to return quickly. But every time the magic was withdrawn, Harry felt the scar on his forehead throb and sting.

He was lowering his head and trying to hide his abnormality when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him say calmly: "Defense witness: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore .”

Harry turned his head so sharply that he almost broke his neck.

Dumbledore strode over calmly, wearing a black and blue robe, with an extremely peaceful expression on his face. He walked to a place parallel to Harry, raised his head, and looked at the dark figures on the seats through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his aquiline nose. His long silver-white beard and hair were reflected by the torch. Sparkling in the reflection.

He patted Harry's head gently as a greeting, and miraculously, Harry suddenly felt that the scar no longer hurt, and the strange noises in his head suddenly disappeared as if they were disconnected.

He couldn't help but worry about Tom on the other end, wondering whether such a rough disconnection would have any impact on him. But when he saw Dumbledore elegantly pull out his wand, conjure a soft polished chintz armchair for himself out of thin air, and sit down next to him calmly, his heart settled down again.

Tom at the other end suddenly leaned back again, dazed as he held his magic powers that seemed to be swept back by a strong wind.

It seemed like...Dumbledore just now? He recalled those blue eyes uncertainly.

Okay, Harry's trial is over. He thought happily that he no longer had to worry about his blind phone calls affecting Harry's trial.