[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Grindelwald still didn't look at Dumbledore.

Facing Dumbledore's wand, which he held upright in front of his chest, he just lit it with a dull look on his face.

The fierce blue light danced on his face, like the shadows of withered trees reflected on the frozen black lake.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the ground suddenly cracked, and the bricks stacked up automatically, forming a rough human shape. The masonry puppet silently and powerfully waved its fist at the fire barrier——

Its fist suddenly separated from the body and flew out, turning into a raptor with its claws and tearing apart a fire!

Even though the flying bird was melted in the next moment, the masonry puppet had already seized the gap, and the wrist with the jagged fracture that was getting closer and closer clicked strangely, and several spikes stabbed out directly from the beginning of the fracture, Hit Grindelwald!

Grindelwald waved his hand, and the gleaming spikes burned into a puff of black smoke.

But Dumbledore had raised his wand again - the hurricane curse! The floating black smoke was blown towards his eyes by the strong wind.

The fierce fire swept up, guarding its master loyally behind him. After Grindelwald increased his magic output, these exquisite small attacks could not pass through the barrier of the fierce fire.

"You have to make a choice." Grindelwald still had time to teach Tom - of course, this was related to the fact that Dumbledore only planned to show off and did not use full energy to fight him.

"It's the power that suppresses people," he snapped his fingers, and the fire was overwhelming for a moment, and he fiercely fought back at the puppet that was approaching. However, the masonry puppet suddenly turned into countless debris, and was continuously ejected like machine gun bullets. , "Or is it unpredictable?" The flying stones were drowned by the overlapping fierce fire.

Dumbledore's wand vibrated, and the stone particles submerged in the fierce fire turned into small and extremely thin stone disks, rotating at high speed. The wind pressure caused by it shook off the attachment of the flames. For a moment, Grindel Wo's fierce fire barrier immediately became riddled with holes.

But more fierce fires rose up from behind, like multi-headed strange snakes, sticking their heads out and biting the flying stone plates.

Before the molten crimson liquid even hit the ground, it stretched and transformed into a fully drawn bow, with pure magic light flashing on the arrow.

"Fire can burn everything, but there is a time process," Grindelwald pointed out, "So when fighting, you must keep a combat distance-"

The more powerful Li Huo roared and hit the arrow.

"——Or increase the magic output." He added.

Dumbledore did not launch any further attacks. He and Grindelwald looked at each other through a layer of blue fire - their heterochromatic pupils finally met the blue eyes behind the round glasses.

"What," the devil asked indifferently, "are you coming over?"

Dumbledore looked at him through the fire and said nothing. The setting sun cast golden light through the window, making it difficult to see his expression.

Grindelwald looked away indifferently and fell on Tom again. "I think that's it for today," he said.

Tom quickly bowed to the two old men, and then quickly evacuated from the office where the atmosphere was starting to feel strange.

When he ran to the auditorium, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was over. Hermione was angrily slamming her schoolbag on the chair next to the long table, grabbing a piece of dry bread, and tearing it apart with gritted teeth.

"...What's the matter?" Tom couldn't help asking. To be honest, this expression would have made more sense on Harry's face who had just met Umbridge.

"I can't stand it anymore -" Hermione said, "She doesn't intend to teach us anything useful at all! But, but we are about to pass the Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination!"

"There's still a whole year left," Ron said casually.

"It's only less than a year! Just try to think about it... if I fail the exam because of her..." Hermione grabbed her hair as if she had just faced a boggart.

"Or they just changed the exam syllabus," Tom said, "to see how many people can understand the spirit?"

"I didn't come to the wizarding world to waste time!" Hermione shouted, suddenly looking at Harry hesitantly, "I was thinking - maybe we should just - just do it ourselves."

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked suspiciously, because Hermione looked at him a little warily.

"Well - let's learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves." Hermione lowered her voice.

"Stop that nonsense," Ron grumbled. "You're trying to burden us? Don't you know that Harry and I have another pile of homework left behind and we're only in our second week?"

"But this is much more important than homework!" Hermione said, "Can't you understand?"

Ron's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it was Hermione who said this.

"More important...than...homework?" he repeated stammeringly.

"Of course," Hermione said, "I mean, like Harry said in Umbridge's first lesson, we need to be ready for whatever is waiting for us out there. I mean, We need to make sure we can actually protect ourselves. If we learn nothing for a whole year—"

"There's not much we can do ourselves," Ron said in a frustrated tone. "I mean, yes, we can go to the library and find some jinxes from books and practice them ourselves. I think-"

"No, I think we're past the stage where we only learn things from books," said Hermione. "We need a teacher, a proper teacher, who can teach us how to use spells, and if we don't do it right, You can also correct us."

Harry thought he knew why Hermione was giving him a second look.

"If you want Sirius—" He was interrupted mid-sentence by Hermione.

"No, no, I'm not talking about him," Hermione said. "Of course he can help, but he is still a fugitive and it is not appropriate to show up - I am not just thinking about a few of us, I want to call more Those who are interested in..." She glanced at Tom again, "Well, students who are interested in studying and protecting themselves."

Tom shrugged, saying he didn't mind.

"So who is it?" Harry frowned at her.

Hermione let out a deep breath.

"Can't you see?" she said. "I'm talking about you, Harry."

Harry thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

"What's wrong with me?" he said blankly.

"You teach Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione said clearly.

After a moment of silence, Harry straightened up and served himself a bowl of soup. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He whispered, trying to bring the topic to light.

"But -" Hermione said, but Ron interrupted her.

"Think about it first, mate," Ron said, with a thoughtful look on his face.

Harry looked back at Tom, dumbfounded.

"Why don't you ask Blake?" said Tom.

"No need to ask him!" Harry said angrily, "He must be worried about the world being in chaos! Last time Snape gave me a D, he almost ran to question Snape overnight! I spent a lot of time It took a lot of strength to stop him——"

"D?!" Hermione almost screamed, glaring at Harry accusingly, "Have you taken your homework seriously? Do you want to pass the grades?"

"I don't have to continue learning potions..." Harry muttered quietly.

"Have you ever thought about what you're going to do after graduation?" Hermione asked.

"If I live to graduate—"

"Harry James Potter!" Hermione was furious.

Harry made a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay...well, if I graduate..." He suddenly realized that he didn't have any future plans, "Well...I like Quidditch very much, but this doesn't sound like a lifelong career. , right? Maybe...Auror?"

"Very good. Aurors are required to have at least five N.E.W.Ts certificates with grades no lower than 'E', including Potions." Hermione spoke quickly, "But Snape has always been Students with lower than 'O' in any of the O.W.Ls exams will not be accepted——"

"Wow," said Harry discouraged, "that doesn't sound difficult at all."

"So you have to study potions well!" Hermione said sternly.

"So what are your career plans, Hermione?" Ron asked pretending to be casual, holding the spoon tightly between his fingers.

"Ah," Hermione trailed off, "I haven't decided yet. I think I'd be interested in a job at the Ministry of Magic... but there aren't many options, are there?"

She looked at Tom and asked, "What about you?"

"Me?" Tom swallowed the pie in his mouth and replied vaguely: "Well, my career plan is not to go to the Ministry of Magic."

"Where do you want to go?" Harry asked with interest.

"Let's go somewhere else, look around and stuff." For example... holding the divine throne high in the sky?