[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

When this very difficult lesson for Tom came to an end, the sky still seemed undecided about whether it was going to rain. They hurried through the vegetable fields to the greenhouse before the rain fell. 7K妏揩

The door to the greenhouse closest to them opened, and some fourth grade students poured out, including Ginny.

"Hi," she said cheerfully as she walked by. Tom noticed that her eyes were not on her brother, but on Harry. Interestingly, Harry himself didn't realize that he was feeling bad for Hagrid because Professor Grapplan seemed to be much more reliable than Hagrid when he was teaching alone.

Seconds later, Luna Lovegood emerged, trailing behind the rest of the class, a patch of dirt on her nose and her hair tied into a knot on top of her head. When she saw Harry, her bulging eyes seemed to bulge with excitement, and she walked straight towards him. Many students in the class turned to look at them curiously.

Luna took a deep breath, and without saying hello first, she said bluntly: "I support you. What you said is right, the devil who must not even be named will not change. We have to prepare for this.”

"Uh... thank you." Harry said awkwardly, "We..." He pointed at the greenhouse door randomly, "Are we going to class?"

Luna shook hands with him solemnly and said solemnly: "Be careful of harassment."

"What?" Harry asked, but Luna was already walking away swinging her two giant carrot earrings.

"What is molestation?" Harry turned to ask Hermione again.

"Oh, for God's sake, don't think about her crazy stuff, Harry," said Hermione. "Ginny told me all about her, and she still believes in Bubblesnot and Snorlax." Things like beasts are just made-up words with no basis. Alas, I know her father is running The Quibbler, how can she be any better?"

"Please don't judge my sparse supporters like that." Harry said with a wry smile, although he also thought Luna looked a little crazy.

As everyone expected, Professor Sprout emphasized O to them as soon as the class began. W． The importance of Ls. Tom saw the two large buckets of dragon dung next to the professor, and secretly moved his fingers underneath them to restrain the magic mist he had released, for fear that they would touch around in the greenhouse out of curiosity - even if the word "dragon" was added. , that’s still feces!

An hour and a half later, every student looked exhausted and exuded a strong smell of dragon dung. They lined up to return to the castle. No one had the intention to talk. It could be said that it was only the second day of school, and Tom's excitement about returning to Hogwarts had almost worn off.

Harry was starving, and at five o'clock he had to go to Umbridge for his first detention.

"I have to go straight to dinner," he muttered.

"I'll help you take your schoolbag back," Ron said.

When they put away their things and went to meet Harry in the cafeteria, they caught up with an angry Angelina walking away.

"You know what?" Harry whispered to them, "I think we'd better go to Puddlemere United 2 to check if Oliver Wood unfortunately passed away during training, because his soul seems to be possessing It’s on Angelina.”

Hermione raised her eyebrows disapprovingly at the joke.

"She said she would rather I admit to Umbridge that the mysterious man was my imagination, and see if she could let me go on Friday so that I could participate in the selection of new team members."

"What do you think are the chances that Umbridge will let you go on Friday?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"Not at all." Harry said expressionlessly, pouring the lamb chops onto his plate and eating it, "But it's better to give it a try, right? Maybe I can offer to add two more levels. Confinement or something..." he said with a faint hope.

Hermione and Tom exchanged glances at this, both agreeing that this was unlikely.

"Or at least she won't keep me too late tonight. You know what, we're going to write three papers, practice the Vanishing Charm for McGonagall, come up with a breaking spell for Flitwick, finish sketching the Bowtruckle, And start writing that boring dream diary for Trelawney!"

Ron sighed: "Don't mention it."

Hermione silently stuffed a big mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. After seeing Harry stand up with a look of death, she stuffed a bracelet into Harry's hand.

"Take it," she said.

"What?" Harry glanced at it and asked in disbelief: "You stole a bracelet from Professor Grapeland?!"

"It's a loan!" Hermione defended, her face turning red.

"It's very thoughtful." Tom gave Hermione a thumbs up, turned to Harry and said, "You'd better bring it with you, after all, no one knows what Umbridge will arrange for you to do."

"She's a professor." Harry still couldn't believe it.

Hermione showed a perfunctory yet sinister smile: "Take it with you!"

Harry quickly put the bracelet on his wrist.

Less than ten minutes after being separated from them, Harry was fully aware of Hermione's thoughtfulness and meticulousness - Umbridge actually gave him a Dark Magic Quill and asked him to write sentences!

When he made the first stroke, before he could react, the black magic quill exploded in his hand, and a round shield blocked his face out of thin air, directly destroying the pink pen hanging in front of him. The little lace table popped open.

Umbridge, wearing a dazzling red printed robe, jumped up from behind her desk decorated with a cat with a pink bow, and shouted: "Okay, Mr. Potter, how dare you attack the professor!"

Harry looked at her dumbfounded and said calmly: "No, Professor." He raised his hand so that she could see the glowing bracelet on his wrist, "This is a protective measure in the school class, and The school's security system is connected, which means that the teachers, college deans and principals will all receive the message that 'a student is under attack'. The kind with location."

Umbridge narrowed her eyes: "Mr. Potter, are you admitting that you stole school property?"

"You'd better think about how to explain the problem with this pen first." Harry jumped on the carpet with the agility of a chaser and grabbed the remains of the quill that exploded into several pieces.

Umbridge, who was a step late, looked at the translucent magic shield in front of Harry with a gloomy look. Harry shrank smartly into the corner, letting the shield block him as much as possible.

"I don't need to explain anything to you, Mr. Potter." She said with a fake smile, "Remember, you will come to my place for confinement every day. Now, you can go."

Harry backed away carefully, keeping his shield between him and Umbridge, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he closed the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office - and then ran away.

"Potter!"

Professor McGonagall, who came in a hurry, was almost knocked over by him.

"What happened?" she asked breathlessly.

"This pen!" Harry handed her the remains of the quill. "Umbridge asked me to use this pen to copy the sentence, 'I must not tell lies.'"

Professor McGonagall held the dark magic quill, shaking with anger.

"I know," she said stiffly, but Harry knew the anger wasn't directed at him. "Go back to your dormitory and stop running around. I'll take care of it."

Harry watched with peace of mind as his highly capable Transfiguration professor held a wand and knocked heavily on the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, and before Professor McGonagall's eyes came over, he scurried back to Gryffindor. tower.