[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Okay, since we are all digesting another extremely rich and delicious meal, I ask everyone to be quiet for a while and listen to me talk about the precautions for the new semester as usual." When everyone had eaten about the same, Dumbledore said again He stood up and said, "First-year students should know that students are not allowed to enter the forbidden forest in the hunting ground. The administrator, Mr. Filch, requested me. He also told me that this was the 426th time. Please ask me Reminding you all, no magic is allowed in the corridors between classes——"

Umbridge's artificial dry cough sounded at the right time.

"There are many other rules - including those recently added by the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore added deadpan, "which are listed on that long list taped to the door of Mr. Filch's office."

Umbridge gave the students a smile that was too sweet and uncomfortable.

"We sincerely recommend that everyone read and understand it carefully." She took the initiative to interject, her pink lip gloss shining under the candlelight, "But don't worry about queuing up to read, the prefects will stay for a while and Take the notice to their respective lounges - we must ensure that every little cutie receives warm reminders from the school and the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible!"

Her beaming voice stood out among the expressionless teachers.

Ron made a vomiting face.

"Who is her cutie!" he whispered in disgust.

Dumbledore waited for her to finish speaking in a very gentlemanly manner, cleared his throat, and then continued: "This year, we have two changes in our teaching team. We are very pleased to welcome Professor Grapplan as the official teacher of Care of Magical Creatures. position. We are equally pleased to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Umbridge gave another loud fake cough.

"In my opinion," said Dumbledore politely, "it is best for you to announce the good news yourself, madam?"

Umbridge stood up - she was not much taller when she stood than when she sat - and looked around the Great Hall with an exaggerated smile.

"That's it," she said happily, holding her voice. "The Ministry of Magic's "Education Order No. 23" was passed yesterday and officially came into effect. In other words, I am honored to be awarded the title in addition to my teaching position. The position of Senior Inquisitor of Hogwarts. The Inquisitor will have the authority to review observations and evaluations of the school's curriculum, so if you see me in other classrooms, don't be too surprised~" She winked at everyone He blinked and said, "At the same time, I will also ask all the children some questions from time to time. Don't worry, they are all anonymous. Don't worry, your deans will know what little secrets you revealed!"

She let out a very artificial laugh, but no one in the auditorium showed even a polite smile. Draco originally planned to clap lazily a few times, but suddenly he caught Tom's gaze and put his hand down angrily.

The back-to-school dinner ended in a happy and weird atmosphere with Umbridge alone.

Ron and Hermione stayed behind with a gloomy look on their faces, raising their voices and calling to the new students: "Freshmen Gryffindor! Don't run around! Go back with the other Gryffindors!"

"Really," Hermione said distractedly, "We were supposed to guide the new students... now, we have to stay for the meeting!"

"These little ones..." Ron grinned and looked at the immature freshmen, "Harry? Tom? And Neville? Please help keep an eye on them, don't let anyone fall behind... By the way, this year's The password is..." He rolled his eyes and began to think hard.

"Mibu Mibao!" Hermione said impatiently and pulled him, "Let's go, that woman is calling..."

They hurried away.

"Uh," Neville was extremely nervous, "Then shall I go to the front to lead the team? Don't worry..." He hugged his potted plant, "I can finally remember the password this time."

This is a very thoughtful suggestion. Because whether it was those dodges from Tom's gaze or those little movements pointing at Harry's forehead, they were all very uncomfortable.

Tom and Harry fell far behind the queue and followed them back to the Gryffindor common room.

The Gryffindor common room looked as pleasant as ever, a round room in the tower filled with worn, loose armchairs and rickety old tables. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace, and several people warmed their hands there before going back to the dormitory upstairs. On the other side of the room, Fred and George Weasley were pinning something to a bulletin board.

It was a hand-drawn notice with exaggerated colors:

“A lot of galleons!

Is your pocket money not enough to cover your expenses? 7K妏揩

Want to earn a little more gold?

Please contact Fred and George Weasley in the Gryffindor Common Room,

Find a simple after-school job that is almost painless. "

The last line is in reduced font size: "(Sorry, all jobs are filled at the applicant's own risk.)"

"How about it?" The guy who didn't know whether it was George or Fred stood on the chair and smiled at them with a grin reaching his gums. "Isn't it very tempting?"

"We spent all our savings!" the other twin said, before putting down the hammer in his hand.

"Oh my god..." Harry laughed, "You better not let Hermione see."

"Bless Merlin," the twins said in unison, jumping down from their chairs.

"Hopefully we can recruit enough experimenters before she sees it—"

"What experimenter?" Tom thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

"It means experimental assistant." The red-haired Weasley replied with a smirk, "Come on, if you don't plan to apply, just go to bed early."

Harry believed that even Neville would not believe this so-called "experimental assistant"'s explanation.

So Tom and Harry said good night to each other, and then went back to their respective dormitories. As soon as Tom opened the dormitory door, he saw several of his roommates awkwardly carrying their luggage, looking like they were getting ready to go out.

"Uh……"

Tom thoughtfully finished their words: "Goodbye." He stepped back and stepped out of the way.

His roommates, or rather former roommates, fled past him and hurriedly said, "Thank you."

Tom said nothing. After they finished walking, he walked into the empty dormitory that now belonged to him alone and closed the door.

He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, dazed for a while, convincing himself that this was all human nature. As an ordinary wizard, it is very reasonable not to want to live in the same dormitory with the suspected heir of Voldemort and be forced from his peaceful school life to be involved in the bloody chaos that is visible to everyone. If it were him, he would make the same choice.

If you didn't attack him deliberately to show your innocence, you just chose to avoid him, you can be considered a good classmate.

But even though he understood the truth, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Listen," he whispered to himself, "you're not Galleons, you can't expect every wizard to like you." Then he blew out the candles and decided to get a good night's sleep.