[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The Dark Lord took Malfoy and walked away with satisfaction. A livid Professor McGonagall boarded the refurbished Hogwarts Express and ordered the students to sit back in their carriages. Then the train shook slightly and followed by The long whistle sounded again.

Ron and Hermione originally ran back to see them once, but then they had to go back to maintain order because the freshmen were so frightened that they became a mess. When the train started again, the two of them found themselves again exhausted.

"I'm so hungry." Ron sat down next to Harry, unceremoniously reached out and snatched a freshly unpacked chocolate frog from Harry's hand, and bit off the frog's head in one bite, "Those freshmen …It was really noisy, and several people were crying and saying they wanted to go home.”

"Not to mention that some prefects didn't help at all -" Hermione squinted at Malfoy, who was still hanging on.

In response, Malfoy just raised his pointed chin and sneered arrogantly.

"This is also a selection process," he said in a tone of voice. "Those who are silly and bold, who want to go out through the window to see what's going on, or even want to experience an adventurous journey to school by themselves, are all Gryffindors. As for those people who are talking loudly while holding large tomes in the carriage, and heatedly discussing which part is faulty, they are basically Ravenclaws. Those fools who are crying and want to go home are Hutch. Patch is willing to take it in."

"Yes, those who crawl into the hole and tremble are Slytherins." Harry said.

"Be careful with your words, Potter." Draco glanced at Harry viciously, "You have all the Gryffindor gems in your hands."

"Speaking of which, should we patrol the aisles occasionally?" Ron swallowed the chocolate frog and licked his lips pretending to talk to Hermione. "If someone is doing bad things, we can punish them. For example, those who are stranded in The silly big guys in other cars who refuse to go back..." he said, looking at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Okay!" Tom reached out and pressed down Draco's stretched out wand. "Everyone go back to your compartments," he said, looking at Draco who looked unconvinced. "It's time to change into school uniforms."

Draco snorted loudly and walked away with his two followers.

Silence returned to the last carriage, except for the sound of Ron enjoying his meal. After a while, Luna's dreamy voice sounded: "Malfoy is so willing to listen to you... So you are really the illegitimate son of He Who Must Not Be Named?"

Tom's forehead was full of veins: "Nonsense!"

Luna raised the upside-down magazine in her hand and read in a dazed voice: "Recently, there is shocking new evidence, proving that the person who cannot even be named, before encountering the night of failure thirteen years ago, He has already fallen in love with a certain lady and even left the crystallization of his love——"

Ron choked and coughed: "What?"

"'It's not that surprising,' said a Death Eater insider. 'The handsome Master has always been known as the Lady Killer - don't tell anyone I said it. Oh, I wish he'd He'll never know the wild fantasies my colleagues discussed behind his back, about a domineering devil falling in love with me...'" Luna continued reading.

"...Nowadays magazines really dare to write about anything." Tom rubbed his temples and said with a wry smile. His crow laughed so hard that it held its wings against the wall to keep from falling. Tom saw it out of the corner of his eye, and felt an even more painful throbbing in his forehead.

"Handsome!" Ron laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. "I bet the naked baboon is prettier than him - at least the baboon has a nose!"

The crow's red eyes fell on Ron for a moment.

"The Quibbler is just made-up rubbish, everyone knows it," Hermione said tartly.

"I'm sorry," Luna said, her voice suddenly less trance-like, "my father was a magazine editor."

"I...oh," Hermione said looking very embarrassed, "Yeah, some of it is quite interesting...I mean, it's still very..."

"Thank you." Luna said coldly, covered her face with the upside-down magazine, and stopped talking.

"Seriously, we need to change." Ginny changed the subject understandingly. So everyone hurriedly opened the box and put on their school uniforms. Hermione and Ron carefully put their prefect badges on their chests, and Ron deliberately took a look at himself against the dark window.

Harry looked away uncomfortably, and felt much better when he saw that Tom was also bare with no badge on his chest.

Finally, the train slowly slowed down, and they heard a commotion all around as everyone was busy gathering luggage and pets together to get off. Ron and Hermione disappeared from the carriage again as they wanted to supervise order.

"Everyone, please take care of your pets -" Tom said as he struggled to hold his huge crow, "Is it raining outside? Tweet, put your wings up a little... yes, put them on my head to keep out the rain. …”

The crow patted his head gently with its wings.

"Don't be like this, I'm holding you!" Tom protested, "That's why I can't free my hand to hold the umbrella."

Harry carefully wrapped Hedwig in his school uniform and slowly moved towards the door, smiling as he watched Tom and his crow playing around behind. "Hurry up!" he shouted, "there won't be a carriage for a while!"

They dragged heavy steps out of the box and joined the flow of people in the aisle. For the first time, they felt the sting of the night air on their faces. They moved slowly towards the door. The fragrance of the pine trees on both sides of the path leading to the lake blew in with the humid air, mixed with a crisp female voice, shouting loudly: "Freshmen please" Come up here and get in line! All first years, follow me!”

A lantern moved over unsteadily, and with its light, Professor Graplan's protruding chin and meticulously trimmed hair were clearly illuminated. This witch had replaced Hagrid for a period the year before. Time's Care of Magical Creatures lesson.

"Where's Hagrid?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"I didn't see it!" Tom answered him loudly. The huge crow in his arms obstructed his sight so much that he had to carefully stretch out his feet to test whether he had finished the steps in front of him.

"Hurry up," he urged Harry tiredly, "find a car...for Merlin's sake, I can't hold him anymore!"

The crow, which was holding up its wings to protect him from the rain, slapped him gently again, throwing the water droplets on its wings everywhere, causing protests around him, and Tom had to keep saying sorry.

Harry had no choice but to suppress his questions and let himself be pushed by the crowd into the dark, rain-washed street outside Hogsmeade Station.

There are about a hundred horseless carriages parked here, which transport students from first grade to the castle every year. But this time the front of the carriage was no longer empty. There are some animals standing between the poles. If I had to give them a name, they would probably be called "horses", although they look a bit like reptiles. There was no flesh on them at all, the black fur clung tightly to the skeleton, and every bone was clearly visible. Their heads resembled those of dragons, and their pupil-less eyes were white and staring intently. Wings sprouted from the ridge between the shoulder bones—large, black leathery wings that looked like they should belong to a giant bat. These animals stood motionless and silent in the growing darkness, looking strange and ominous.

"What are those horse-like things?" Harry stopped cautiously and did not rush onto the carriage.

"What?" Ginny asked confused. Apparently she saw nothing.

"The Thestral, a type of Pegasus." Tom passed them and panted, putting the lazy crow into the carriage. "Come up here." He called to his friends.

"Night - what?" Harry climbed up and asked. "I haven't seen that before—"

"It is said that only those who have seen death can see them," said Tom.

"But I didn't—" Harry and Tom looked at each other, and Tom touched his forehead suggestively—the place that corresponded to Harry's lightning-shaped scar.

Well, maybe it was the influence of Voldemort's soul piece on me... Harry got the answer, threw the question aside, and started to stretch his head to see if Ron and Hermione were following.

Or maybe it's because of a certain big dog...

Tom thought as he looked down at the big black dog that mysteriously disappeared after seeing the Dark Lord and was now lying peacefully at Harry's feet.