[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The bell finally rang, and Harry was the first to rush out of the basement - he had forgotten to put in the hellebore essence, so Snape emptied his cauldron and he had no homework to hand in. He couldn't figure out why Snape's attitude towards him suddenly became bad - he meant that he had always known that Snape was a professor with a bad temper, especially towards him, but Snape had never been so deliberate. Treated him badly.

The ceiling became darker and gloomier than in the morning, and raindrops pattered against the upper windows. Harry sat in the Great Hall eating pie in silence, while Hermione, Ron and Tom arrived belatedly.

"That's really unfair," Hermione reassured him as she sat down next to Harry and helped herself to a mince and mash pie. "Your potion isn't nearly as bad as Goyle's. When he poured it into the bottle While he was packing it, the whole pile suddenly flew everywhere and set his robe on fire."

There was always some suspicion that the fire was caused by his magical mist floating around, so Tom lowered his head and drank the soup with a guilty conscience.

"Yeah," Harry stared at his plate, "after all, I don't have any friends who can give me half the potion."

"Harry!" Hermione looked shocked, "How could you have such an idea -" She was concentrating on potions and didn't notice the episode in class, but Ron saw it.

"Malfoy poured his potion on Tom," said Ron, in a very strange tone. He had always disliked the arrogant and bullying Bai Mao, but unexpectedly, he was quite loyal to his friends. Cheating in front of Snape's eyes would be a serious matter to think about. He actually did it just as he said. Thinking about it, he dared to pretend to be Tom and go to class before. It was so courageous that he looked like a Gryffindor.

"...Tom Locke!" Hermione slammed her palm on the table.

Tom rubbed his nose awkwardly.

"This is cheating!" Hermione was extremely angry, but she still remembered to lower her voice so that no one else could hear, "You have to admit your mistake to the professor!"

"I think he knows. Why else would he give me extra homework alone, Hermione?" Tom said guiltily. "I believe he and I agree that this is much better than me blowing up the Potions classroom."

"Think about the Academy Cup?" Ron advised her carefully, "If you take the initiative to admit it, all the gems will be deducted, right?"

"..." Hermione took several deep breaths, "You have to make a new palliative." She said stiffly, "As a prefect, as your friend - I mean a friend who is really good for you - She said sarcastically, "I think it's better for you to master the necessary knowledge. As you heard, we will have an exam in the middle of next year."

"Uh..." Tom touched his nose again, deciding not to further anger Hermione at this time, "Okay."

In the afternoon they went to divination class, and Tom found that Hermione was not with them.

"I'm not going to Divination anymore. I had a little run-in with Professor Trelawney," said Hermione. "In fact I'm not going to a lot of my classes - I gave the hourglass back. That thing It drained my energy, and I worried every hour that I had misremembered the time, or misremembered where I was... It was so exhausting that I thought it wouldn't be a bad thing to let myself go sometimes." 7

"Speaking of which, where is your time turner?" Hermione asked.

"Uh..." Tom cleared his throat, "Gone."

"I hope I haven't fallen into the hands of the Dark Lord," Hermione said sharply. A Dark Lord is bad enough, a Dark Lord who can travel through time? Nightmare.

"That's not true," said Tom quickly.

Before Hermione could ask about the whereabouts of the time-turner, Tom said goodbye to her quickly and was the first to pick up his schoolbag and walk up the stairs.

"He's always like this," Ron stood up and shrugged at Hermione, "mysterious."

As they climbed the silver ladder that led to Sybill Trelawney's classroom, she was busy distributing tattered leather-bound books on each of the thin little tables that lay haphazardly around the classroom. inside. The light from the lamp covered with a cloth and the moderate fire that gave off an unpleasant smell were all the light sources in the classroom.

They walked around the bulging embroidered cushions and found a corner in the back row to sit down.

"Hello, classmates," Professor Trelawney said in her usual vague, dreamy voice, "welcome back to Divination class. Of course, I have been following your fate very carefully throughout the summer vacation. I'm so glad to see you all back at Hogwarts safe and sound - because, of course, I know you'll all be back." She glanced meaningfully at Tom.

"You will find on your desk a copy of "The Dream Interpretation Guide" written by Inigo Inmag. Dream interpretation is a very important method of predicting the future, and it is also likely to appear in your O.W.Ls exam. A question. Of course, I think compared to the sacred art of divination, whether you can pass the exam is really unimportant. As long as you have a discerning eye, any certificate or level is a trivial matter. However, the principal is willing to let you take the exam, so..."

Her voice gradually dropped gracefully, convincing her classmates that Professor Trelawney considered her subject to be much more important than mundane matters such as exams.

"Please open the book to the introduction and read what Inmag has to say about dream interpretation. Then, divide into pairs and use the "Dream Interpretation Guide" to explain each other's recent dreams. Let's get started."

"Excellent," Tom flipped through the textbook and found that there were still some clichés in it that were pretentious and made sense, "Harry? Let's talk about your dream?"

Ron was confused for a moment: "Then who should I be paired with?"

Harry smiled apologetically at him. Ron curled his lips and wandered off to find Neville.

"Let me see..." Harry pretended to flip through the "Dream Interpretation Guide", "Always dreaming about endless corridors means... that you may be eaten by a giant gummy? What the hell?"

Tom burst out laughing.

"Gummy is probably the Dark Lord's new nickname," he whispered.

Then Harry laughed too.

The atmosphere became more relaxed, and Harry leaned closer, hiding in Tom's mist, and talked about his summer vacation experience: "...it was okay at the Dursley's, although it was not very pleasant, but under the threat of Sirius, they still Those who can try to ignore my existence."

"Dog!" Tom suddenly realized, "I don't have a dog, so he may have a vague sense that something is wrong."

"I won't send Sirius away," Harry said reflexively.

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem," Tom said. Not to mention that the effect of the Dark Lord's Sensory Soul Piece must be very hazy, even if it is a little clearer... Ha, do you really think that the existence that favors Black's black dog body is a vegetarian?

"..." Harry continued doubtfully, "Then you should know that the Dementors attacked me on Privet Drive, and someone from the Order of the Phoenix took me to Ningbo? Yibi——"

He uttered a string of gibberish.

"What? Where did they pick you up?" Tom asked.

Harry didn't react and uttered another meaningless sentence.

"The Loyalty Charm." Tom already understood. "That location is hidden by the Loyalty Charm, so no one can reveal the location except the Secret Keeper."

"Yes?" Harry thought about it, as if someone had said this, "Well, then Hermione and Ron also lived there, and we spent the rest of the holiday together - mainly cleaning. ." He said with a wry smile, "If this was a game, I should have an achievement like 'The Fox Killer' by now."

Tom laughed again.

"Okay, there's not much else to say," Harry said. "We did overhear some of the Order's plans - thanks to the Weasley twins' extendable ears, but most of it was useless information. For example The Dark Lord is regrouping people - as if no one knows; for another example, they are trying their best to awaken people's vigilance against the Dark Lord, but with little success - there is no need to eavesdrop, I read the "Daily Prophet" You can tell...the only thing worth paying attention to is that they said the Dark Lord wanted to get a weapon."

"Weapons?" Tom asked confused.

"Yeah, I guess those endless corridors might be the maze where he was trying to dig out ancient artifacts." Harry said.

What kind of weapons does Voldemort need? Everyone knows that what he pursues is to leap to death. But there is indeed one thing that can be called a weapon, and it is also connected to Voldemort's pursuit...

Tom thought.

The Elder Wand.