[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

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Tom sat up straight. This kind of "talent" is really rare in the magic world.

Harry was so angry that he couldn't speak. Umbridge threw a series of sinister questions in his face, and he didn't even know which question to start with.

Hermione's lips trembled with anger as well: "First, we just-"

Tom decisively stepped on Hermione and told her to shut up - she was still the "first blah blah blah". At this time, whoever explained would fall into her rhythm. In terms of talking around and hating, everyone here would probably Not as skilled as this pink lady. The more you explain, the easier it is to get criticized. .seven

"It's so noisy." Tom twirled his quill, lowered his eyebrows, looked gloomy, and shouted with a slightly raised voice. The magical mist around him expanded with claws and claws, and countless changing tentacles loomed at the edge of the mist, slowly filling the top of the entire classroom, looking like some giant awakened monster.

Sure enough, the classroom became quiet, and many Slytherin students looked at him with fanatical eyes.

Umbridge's smile froze for a moment, and she used the corner of her eye to glance at the tentacles floating around her that either shone with sharp cold light or exploded with golden phoenix fire.

"I suggest that we all not waste our precious time on some pointless verbal disputes," he said gloomily, imitating the Dark Lord's condescending and cold tone, "What do you think, Umbridge?" professor?"

"Of course, of course..." Umbridge smiled warmly at the rumored heir to the Dark Lord, "We -"

"Very well." Tom said, not wanting to listen to her explanation. "You just said that we would learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way..." He opened his hands towards Umbridge, "Where's the spell list?"

"You know," he said meaningfully, looking at the frozen Umbridge, "that adult is very concerned about my study... He definitely doesn't want me to be in school - especially in your classroom. Isn't it a waste of time?"

"I have to pass the Ordinary Wizard Level Examination next year. If I don't get all O's..." Tom shrugged, and his gleaming blades, which were changing in the mist, polished the blades against each other, making a permeating sound of metal friction. " Merlin, I can't imagine how angry he would be."

"Ha-ha..." Umbridge let out a series of dry laughs, "Of course, you will have no problem getting an O in Defense Against the Dark Arts! I didn't bring the spell list with me at the moment. After all, it’s the first class. Next class—no! Wait a moment! I’ll hand out the spell list to everyone after class ends.”

"Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge." Tom said lazily, lowered his head, and turned back a page in the textbook.

This is what turning over means. Umbridge confirmed this once again when she saw the dark-haired child gathering the panicking mist back around him.

"Okay," she raised her slightly pale face and smiled kindly at the whole classroom, "sit down quickly, children... very good, please continue reading the first chapter."

"What needs to be emphasized to everyone is that as long as you learn the theory very solidly, casting spells is not a problem. The Ministry of Magic believes that theoretical knowledge can more effectively help you pass the exam. In the final analysis, it is the school that allows students to pass the exam. The purpose of..." Umbridge said as she patrolled the classroom - deliberately avoiding the area where Tom was sitting.

Harry was still standing, panting angrily.

"You-" He only said one word to Tom, and he had to force himself to shut up to avoid saying anything bad that would make things get out of hand.

When he stood up to Umbridge to resist Voldemort, his friend actually used his relationship with Voldemort to solve the problem?

He would rather not have this kind of "help"!

"I'm sorry, Harry," Tom said softly without raising his head, "but apparently the only way to silence her is to show off the Dark Lord."

"Dumbledore—" Harry once again said only one word before closing his mouth. Obviously he also understood that a guy specially sent by the Ministry of Magic to disgust Dumbledore could not be suppressed by moving Dumbledore out.

"Then you can't-" Ron slowed down a moment to catch up with their conversation.

"Why not?" Tom asked. "This is obviously the most efficient method. Umbridge will never dare to fool us with some old-fashioned theoretical knowledge." Dumbledore could still politely talk to the Ministry of Magic. There's come and go within the rules, but the Dark Lord really knows how to kill.

Fudge dared to accuse Dumbledore to his face, but avoiding the Dark Lord was his greatest courage in resisting the Dark Lord. What's more, Fudge has already stepped down quickly to protect himself. Umbridge wants to continue to make a difference in the Ministry of Magic despite losing her backer. She can only go further and further on the road of offending Dumbledore - Tom is even very suspicious of the recent " The articles in the Daily Prophet that skillfully criticized Harry and Dumbledore were all written by her. After all, there are not many such talents in the wizarding world.

Faced with Tom's efficiency theory, Ron, who had never been good at debating, could not find anything to say to refute. He could only stare deeply at Tom and say, "You don't look like a Gryffindor!"

"Tom," Harry told him through gritted teeth, "I appreciate your help...but this is definitely not the help I need!"

"Then what do you want me to do, Harry?" Tom finally stopped pretending to flip through the book, raised his head and looked at Harry expressionlessly, "Do you want me to clearly draw a clear line between myself and the Dark Lord? Then we Will Umbridge easily use the authority of the professor to overwhelm others, and welcome the avoidable suppression and punishment like a tragic hero? Then wait for the news to spread, giving the Dark Lord a reason to kill you and me, and everyone Someone you and I care about? Do you think this is the right way to solve the problem?"

"I don't know what the right way to solve the problem is." Harry said every word, "but at least I know what the right way is."

"Someone has to stand up for some things." Harry's eyes seemed to be burning with fire. "Someone has to stand up. I don't ask anyone to stand up like me, but when I stand up, as a My friend, at least you shouldn’t stop me!”

Tom looked at him and was silent for a moment.

"You're a fool," he said.

"Fools are fools. There's nothing wrong with being a fool." Harry said, breaking away from the gray-white mist that was quietly clinging to him.

"Professor Umbridge!" Harry shouted, raised his hand firmly, and said loudly: "You are wrong! Passing exams is not the purpose of the school! We learn Defense Against the Dark Arts in order to survive Voldemort and his Protect our own lives under the threat of his henchmen!"

The whole class gasped.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter." Umbridge said softly, "I don't know who put such nonsense into your little head. Today's wizarding world is a safe, peaceful, and In a magical world where all races develop harmoniously, there are no threats, no henchmen, and no scary dark wizards as you imagine!"

"What, according to you, Voldemort has suddenly transformed and become the peace ambassador of the wizarding world?" Harry's voice trembled with anger.

"That lord has been working hard for a peaceful and unified magical world-" Umbridge said sharply.

"Well, I'm a fool too." Tom took a deep breath, muttered to himself mockingly, and stuffed the textbook roughly into his bag.

"Professor Umbridge, I believe that even the Dark Lord himself would be amused by your confusing description of him." He interrupted Umbridge's whitewashing of Voldemort's past actions to cleanse the wizarding world with an arrogant tone. "I regret to inform you that I do not plan to continue taking your class." After he finished speaking, he nodded politely to Umbridge, then kicked out of the classroom with his mist that was floating everywhere. the door and walked away.

There was silence in the classroom for a while. Hermione stood up and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I don't plan to continue to be taught by a so-called professor who confuses right and wrong." She picked up her schoolbag and strode out of the classroom.

Ron swept the things into his schoolbag randomly, and couldn't help laughing while sweeping, and said to himself: "Okay, they are all a bunch of fools."

"I won't get in either!" He shouted to Umbridge and ran away while holding his schoolbag, which was so stuffed that it couldn't be zipped up.

The students in the classroom looked at each other.

Draco snorted unhappily and stood up.

"Let's go." He said lazily, "What are you waiting for?" He pretended to look at his pocket watch, "Is this watch slow? Isn't it time for the food to be served in the auditorium?"

The Slytherin students stood up one after another, their faces still hesitant, obviously confused by Tom's position, but their words were already following the words of Mal, who has followed the Dark Lord for generations. Fu: "Yeah, yeah, the soup will be cold if I don't go." "Oh, I'm starving..." "Hey, get out of class is over, why doesn't the bell ring? Huh, I'll complain to Filch about being lazy later. !”

The Gryffindors exchanged excited glances, not bothering to show off like the Slytherins, and rushed out of the classroom laughing.