[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Draco Malfoy was very unhappy.

In his limited life experience, there were only a handful of things where he needed to accommodate others. Even though the Dark Lord recently occupied his family's manor, he quickly used his intelligence to stand out, and since his true feelings were limited, he really didn't feel aggrieved. On the contrary, he came to school and finally met the "future Dark Lord". This was when his hot and sincere heart was pressed into ice water, and he felt completely aggrieved.

He originally had a young man's temper, but he was cut off several times by Tom, and when he saw that the other party was still that mysterious and mysterious, he refused to reveal anything more, so he simply stopped talking to him out of anger.

Tom had no intention of speaking actively. Firstly, the Dark Lord lives in Malfoy's house, and Draco's mind is probably like "my door is always open" to the Dark Lord; secondly, Draco's words brought back the sadness that he had finally suppressed. ...He has not forgotten that he is in debt! .seven

The Resurrection Stone is in his body, the Invisibility Cloak is in Harry's hand, and the Elder Wand now belongs to Dumbledore...

The two of them sat with unhappy expressions. Crabbe and Goyle next to them quietly moved, shrunk their huge bodies even smaller, and secretly hid in the corner to nibble on cookies.

After finally getting to the end of get out of class, it was already drizzling. They had to walk across the damp courtyard to the basement classroom for their first Potions lesson of the school year. Hermione led the way into the rain. When she passed Tom, she noticed the strange atmosphere between him and Draco, and said hello: "Come on?"

"Just coming," Tom replied, letting Harry and Ron follow first.

Harry glanced at him and Draco but said nothing. Ron snorted hard at Malfoy and caught up with Hermione to get her notes on the History of Magic.

"What an interesting friend you have," Draco commented dryly to Ron's reaction.

Tom knew in his heart that this was Draco's stepping stone - that is, Draco could use such shady comments about other people's friends as a stepping stone. He might also feel that he said it more tactfully and politely.

Thinking of this, Tom couldn't help but smile.

"Let's go," he said to Draco, "I'll probably have to rely on you to survive Potions class later."

"Why, you missed classes for a whole year, and now you find that you can't catch up?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and his words were still not polite, but his expression softened, "Then you have to line up a good seat first."

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the seats in the back row as usual. Tom hesitated and carefully chose to sit alone in the corner of the front row - to avoid people and make it easier for the professor to rush to the rescue.

This made Draco, who had originally planned to ask him to be with him, calm down once again.

"What do you mean?" he asked coldly.

"You'll know in a minute." Tom gestured to him not to sit too far away. "If anything happens later, I'll have to rely on your help to get through."

Draco reluctantly sat down with a suspicious look on his face, leaving an empty aisle away from him.

"Quiet." Snape walked quickly in the cold wind and closed the classroom door with his backhand.

In fact, he didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all. As soon as the whole class heard the door closed, they immediately became silent, and all small movements stopped.Normally, the mere presence of Snape was enough to silence the class.

"Before we start class today," Snape walked to the podium and looked at them all sternly and said, "I think it is necessary to remind you that next June, you will take an important exam. At that time, you will Prove how much knowledge you have learned about potion preparation and use. Although there are a few people in this class who are really slow, I hope that you can all barely 'pass' in the O.W.Ls exam, otherwise I will... very angry."

Neville was already picking at the edge of the table nervously, but Snape's eyes fell on Tom, who was sitting alone.

"So you'd better...work hard." Snape looked at the mist wandering around Tom curiously, "mind yourselves."

Tom thought the latter part of the sentence was addressed specifically to him.

When Snape was asked to make up for him, Potions was of course one of the subjects - and then his overactive magic, like trying to help in the kitchen, once again failed to help - he ended up It was Snape who was furious and drove him out of the potion room.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my class." His eyes fell on Neville's face this time. "I only select the best students to enter my class." .E.W.Ts Potions Class, that means some of us will have to say goodbye."

"But before that happy moment of farewell comes, we still need to hold on for another year." Snape said softly, "So, whether you plan to take the N.E.W.Ts or not, I recommend that you Everyone should focus on learning their lessons well and reaching the higher level that I require my O.W.Ls students to achieve..." He paused, seeming to be reluctant to accept this low standard, "passing level."

"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizarding level examinations: palliative potion, which can calm and relieve restless and anxious emotions. Note: if the ingredients are sloppy, it will make the user fall into a dead state A severe, sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to be extra careful about your behaviour."

"Ingredients and preparation methods -" Snape waved his wand, "-are on the blackboard." Dense writing appeared quickly on the blackboard. "Everything you need—" he waved his wand again, "—is in the storage cupboard."

The door to the storage cupboard he was talking about popped open.

"You have one and a half hours... let's get started." He looked at the stunned students sitting below and curled his lips.

This is a custom in Potions class. He always used to assign students to brew the most tedious potion in the first period of each semester. Give them a wake-up call so that they know to pay attention and study hard. On the other hand, the most labor-intensive configuration process also allows them to review various basic skills from the beginning.

Snape waited for a while and saw that the children had all taken the materials and began to hurriedly try to operate on the table, then stepped down from the podium and began to patrol.

The first one to inspect was of course the troublesome Gryffindor.

When he passed by, Tom's magic mist was stretching out its tentacles and curiously playing with the moonstone, but he himself was still immersed in handling the hellebores and didn't even notice.

"You'd better be careful," Snape smiled fiercely and used his wand to deflect the gray-white magic. "Students who blow up the school will be expelled directly."

"Thank you for the popular science." Tom answered him while randomly picking up a few handfuls in the air. The magic mist skillfully formed a ball and jumped into his arms. "Wait a minute..." He murmured to the magic, and then put the magic ball on the table, "Hey! Don't jump into the crucible!"

Snape watched with a patient expression as the magic ball excitedly squeezed out small golden-red flames and lit the fire for his master.

"Phoenix fire—" he hissed through gritted teeth, "cannot be used to burn ordinary crucibles!"

"I know, I know!" Tom was so anxious that he quickly lifted the pot up so that it wouldn't be burned. "Take the fire back!" he yelled.

The magic ball froze for a moment, and a stream of mist came out, which rolled the phoenix fire into a ball and rolled it back.

Snape weighed the risk of blowing up the potions classroom against the risk of being pissed to death for a moment, then reluctantly stood still and lit the fire with his wand.

"Pot," he said coldly.

Tom quickly put down the pot and went back to get the water - his magic mist quickly rolled a ball of water back, and it stayed obediently above the crucible, as if waiting for his command.

"Very good." He said, glancing at Snape's expression quietly, "Ahem, put it in slowly - yes, slower...don't throw it away!"

So the magic mist that smashed the last water ball directly into the pot quickly spread out, blocking the splashing liquid back like a pot lid.

Snape took a deep breath patiently.

"Okay, let's wait for the water to boil..." Tom rubbed the magic ball skillfully to encourage him, "The second step is the demulcent... Don't panic, let me take a look, the third step is to add moonstone. powder--"

The re-excited magicians stretched out their tentacles with teeth and began to chew on the moonstone.

"No, no, no, I don't want to know what this smells like!" Tom quickly blocked the feeling transmitted by the magic in his mind.

"Hand-grind!" growled Snape, once again trying to pry away the tentacles with his wand.

"Don't!" Tom stretched out his hand to try to stop, "They will bite you!" He was too impatient, so his external magic forces rushed over, and in a hurry, he held down Snape's wand. .

"...let go." Snape said sadly.

"I'm sorry!" Tom shouted, quickly pulling the tentacles apart, "Don't make trouble... go aside... I'll do it!" He raised his voice to stop those who wanted to get the pestle.

"Uh..." Tom pounded hard and carefully glanced at Snape's face again, "I'll keep an eye on them." He promised.

"You'd better be." Snape thought it was best for him to slow down a little before he was pissed to death, so he walked around the classroom and looked at the cooking process of other students.

"Your potion should now emit a faint, silvery white steam." After walking around for a few times, Snape felt much calmer and could even give the students some advice.

Harry was sweating profusely from his work and glanced up at the classroom desperately. His own cauldron was emitting clouds of dark gray gas, Ron's cauldron was splashing with green sparks, and Neville's potion was as hard as freshly mixed cement. Seamus was frantically poking at the flames under his cauldron with the tip of his wand, for they were about to go out. Hermione's potion was emitting a slightly shimmering silvery white steam. When Snape walked quickly past, his eyes on Hermione's hooked nose lowered and looked at Hermione's cauldron without making any comments. This is Said he couldn't find any fault with it. However, next to Harry's cauldron, Snape stopped and looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sarcasm on his face.

"Potter, what is this?" Snape felt his anger rising again.

The Slytherins in the front row of the classroom all looked up in interest - except Draco.

While Snape was checking Harry's homework, he decisively picked up the pot.

"Get out of the way!" Draco whispered, thinking he had fully understood why Tom said he needed help in Potions class, and then mercilessly emptied Tom's cauldron of half-finished products and poured out the potion in his own pot. Pour half of it in.

"Okay," Draco put his pot back, breathing quickly, and quickly glanced around Tom's table, and quickly scattered some of the remaining materials on his table on Tom's table, trying to make the process more complete. Made more authentic.

"It's done." He whispered excitedly to Tom, and then began to put his potion into the glass bottle with great satisfaction.

Tom looked at Master Malfoy, whose face was still flushed with excitement after doing bad things. He couldn't help but smile a little and started to fill the potion samples.

"——Students who have read the operating instructions carefully, please put your potion samples into a pot-bellied short-necked bottle, mark your name carefully, and bring it to my podium for testing." Snape said as he said , while striding towards the podium, when passing by Tom, he looked at his crucible suspiciously.

"... Homework - write a twelve-inch long paper on parchment paper, discussing the properties of moonstone and its use in medicine. It is due on Thursday." He looked at the calm Tom with a deep look, "Also Mr. Locke, you can add a homework and write down your thoughts and experiences on the process of brewing the potion today."

"I very much hope that your success today," he glanced at Draco's pot, which seemed to be missing a lot of potion, "is not a fluke."

Draco pursed his lips nervously.

"Okay, Professor." Tom said obediently, holding his magic ball.