[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Hermione's reasoning made everyone uneasy, and the formerly cozy castle seemed to have become eerie. The combination of a malicious professor who is proficient in potions and an elusive castle administrator who controls logistics is really difficult for several students who have just entered school for less than a year to resist.

Following Hermione's advice, they stayed in crowded places as much as possible and were never alone. Even though I was very hungry, I would only wait cautiously for other students to eat at the dining table before reaching out for the same food. As for the drinks on the long table, you will never touch them. Just drink plain water, so that at least you can taste it if the taste changes.

"This isn't a long-term solution," Hermione said anxiously.

Tom felt the same way.

So when it was late at night, he quietly climbed out of bed and walked all the way to the stone monster in front of the principal's office.

"Uh...Lemon Olaf?"

The extremely ugly stone monster looked at him sideways, with a very funny and twitchy expression, and his body remained motionless.

"Okay." Tom sighed and took out the Honeydukes mail-order catalog - it was what he specifically asked the Weasley twins for. For this reason, he also promised to ask the teacher for suggestions on how to improve Hogwarts next time. You cannot build an extra long slide to replace the stairs.

"Bibi's multi-flavored beans, buttery peanut candy, sizzling bee candy, black pepper naughty..."

When he said "Buttertooth Mints," the stone monster yawned and jumped away.

"Oh? Are they Maomaoya mints?" He took out his pen and tried to circle them, but he heard another smiling voice in front of him: "No, it's a pile of cockroaches."

He raised his head and saw the principal wearing a star-and-moon nightgown standing at the entrance of the passage with a smile and looking at him, with the same star-and-moon nightcap hanging crookedly on his head.

"Good evening, Headmaster." He greeted Dumbledore awkwardly.

"Good evening, Tom." He looked at the mail order catalog in Tom's hand thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, your behavior gave me some ideas. It is indeed not safe to use Honeydukes product name as a password, and it is easy to be fooled. Guess, what do you think of Florin’s Cold Drink Shop?”

"In fact, I also prepared the menu for Florin's Cold Drinks Shop." Tom replied as he followed Dumbledore up the spiral staircase.

"You can find everything at Weasley's," he said honestly. "Besides, they asked me to ask if they could build a super-long slide from the eighth floor to the hall in the school?"

"Interesting idea. To be honest, climbing eight floors every day is really unfriendly to an old man like me." Dumbledore opened the door and motioned for Tom to sit down. "I think this idea can be used as their graduation project." , I think the professors will be happy to see them demonstrate what they have learned.”

Dumbledore pushed a glass of hot milk to Tom, sat across from him, and said gently: "I am very happy that more and more children are participating in the design of Hogwarts Castle. I always say that the most precious wealth here is you. ”

"Tom, your suggestions on flying lessons seem to be very effective so far. According to Mrs. Huo Qi, the number of students applying for exemption from flying lessons due to fear of heights has been greatly reduced this year. More students can enjoy the fun of flying under the premise of safety. Not to mention Say that in today’s daytime competition, your suggestions successfully saved the lives of classmates.”

Tom blushed. But his eyes sparkled with pride.

"I just made some suggestions. It's the teachers who really do the work. Without your strength, things can't be done." Tom was modest and asked with a smile: "Then do I get a reward?"

Dumbledore winked playfully. "What reward do you want? Extra points? Medals?" he asked.

Speaking of medals, Tom thought of the special contribution award he saw in the prize display room.

"I saw a special contribution award before." Tom said with great expectation, "That belongs to Tom too."

"Oh, yes, that's a Tom too."

Dumbledore's expression made Tom confused. But he could feel a change in the atmosphere.

"He...his end is not good?" Tom asked hesitantly, "What did he do after graduation?"

"Well... as far as I know, he first worked as a clerk in a small store." Dumbledore answered evasively.

"What!" Tom was shocked, "Did he have bad grades?"

"No, honestly, he's one of the best students I've ever met."

Tom really couldn't understand this.

"So, an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, a first-class talent who has won a special contribution award and can keep the trophy on display in the school showroom, can only find a job as a clerk in the end?!"

"Is the employment situation already so tight?" Tom asked, "Actually, that store was inherited from his ancestors. He just inherited the family business, right?"

Dumbledore was a little embarrassed by Tom's reaction. He could only say: "Ah, no, he is not the heir to the store. I think he just wants to experience it and broaden his horizons."

Tom was very disappointed.

"What happened next?" he asked.

"Well..." Dumbledore said euphemistically: "He later established a vibrant illegal social organization..."

I understand, outstanding graduates were severely beaten by social reality after graduation, and became a gangster in anger. .seven

"Then I don't want the special contribution award." Tom said dejectedly. "The sign is not good."

Dumbledore laughed and said that this special contribution award to the school had been awarded to many people, not just that Tom.

But Tom had made up his mind not to have that. Another issue with Tom's employment has shown that receiving a special contribution award is not beneficial. It may just be that his name sounds better.

"Then I hope to be exempted from the final exam," Tom said expectantly. "Exempted from the final exam, but with straight A's."

Dumbledore actually laughed.

"Ah, I'm sorry, my child." He took off his round glasses and wiped them, "I just remembered my school days. No homework, no exams, all O's... It's really every student's best wish."

"But I can't make the decision to promise you this, kid." He spread his hands towards Tom, "The right to take the exam is in the hands of every professor. You can try to ask the professors."

Tom lost his smile.

"Forget it," he said expressionlessly, "I can just name a few professors who will definitely disagree."

"Then I think..." Tom hesitated and turned his head to look at Fox, "Ever since the accident during today's day game, I have wanted some phoenix tears. Last time you said that phoenix tears have the effect of healing and detoxifying, right? "

Dumbledore looked at him meaningfully.

He wondered if Principal Dumbledore had heard the hint of the "antidote" effect he had added. Since Principal Dumbledore didn't answer, he had no choice but to continue.

"We found that the problem with Harry's broom was because someone cast a curse on it. We have some inferences about this that lack conclusive evidence, so we can't tell you about it for the time being. But I think if we encounter danger next time , if there are Phoenix Tears, we can at least delay it until the teachers come to help.”

"Judging the casting of evil spells requires high magical cultivation and keen observation. As a first-year student, I think you have done a good job. Staying vigilant is a very important lesson in the magical world. In addition, I I also applaud your caution, Tom. Although you have made inferences, you are also aware that you lack evidence and do not publicize them casually. This is a very valuable quality."

"However, my child, I think some things should be left to adults." Dumbledore said. "Mrs. Hooch and I will work hard to track down the person behind the sabotage of the game. I also promise you that I will do our best to protect The safety of every Hogwarts student."

Tom was not satisfied with this answer.

He asked recklessly and stubbornly: "Can you give me some Phoenix Tears?"

Dumbledore pointed at Fawkes and said, "Maybe you try to discuss it with Fawkes?"

Tom actually stood up and walked over to Fox and asked, "Hello, Fox, can you give me some tears?"

Fox stopped arranging his feathers, and the shock could be seen on the face of the fluffy bird: I didn't provoke you, and you suddenly asked me to cry? ? ?

Fox suddenly stretched out his head and pecked him, looking at him accusingly with his bright eyes.

Tom screamed in pain and insisted: "After you've finished pecking, it's time to give me tears, right?" He also gave Fox an idea, "I know it's hard to cry when I'm not in the mood. I'll pull one of yours." feather--"

The furious phoenix slapped him in the face with its wings, then flew up high and landed on the top of the cabinet.

Tom spit out the tiny fluff and was also very depressed. He complained: "You haven't lost your hair yet! I'm just suggesting-"

Fox kept shouting loudly, as if quarreling with him,

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and said "Shh" repeatedly, trying to calm the Phoenix's anger.

"Fox, Fox, my old friend," he said, "oh, don't wake everyone up."

Fox, who kept his mouth shut, jumped up on the top of the cabinet and pointed his butt at them angrily.