[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Draco's excitement actually made Tom's head, which was actually feverish, sober up a little.

"My magic may have side effects-" Tom had to remind him.

Draco couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the glowing hamster: "This is because of the fluorescent flashing spell structure——"

"Think of all my potions," said Tom.

Those enhancers that emit a bright green light all over the body after taking them, those that make the user sing "If you feel happy, clap your hands" every five minutes, those that can cause painless and rapid bone growth but make the skin and flesh of the injured area become transparent Bone-producing medicine...

Draco held Tom's hand and hesitated for a moment, then firmly said: "The enhanced magic is permanent, but the side effects are only temporary!"

This was true. If the side effects were permanent, he would have been kicked out of class by a furious Snape - or at least banned from approaching the console.

This convinced Tom.

He held Draco's hand with his backhand and confirmed one last time: "Don't regret it?"

"Hurry up!" The blond boy urged him impatiently, "Why, do you need me to kneel down and swear my loyalty first, and then wait for you to give me a mark? Well, you have to show me your design draft first. , It’s too ugly, I won’t——”

"Shut up." Tom said dumbfounded, pressing his thumb on Draco's pulse. The magical mist that arose in response swooped down, penetrated the thin and warm skin, and under the will of its owner, wrapped around Draco. Laco's original magic power slowly rolled through the magic flow route in his body inch by inch.

Draco gritted his teeth. The feeling was very strange, as if there was a great horror between life and death, as if watching some ferocious beast exposing its fangs and sticking it to the vital part. With just a light stroke, you could see blood accompanied by vitality. Lost together; and it seems like some unstoppable disaster is coming, panicked but with nowhere to hide.

He was trembling all over. Fear made him instinctively want to withdraw his hand, but his limbs were weak and unable to move. No, it was not that he could not move. It was the excitement and greed of an indescribable life evolution instinct that made him unwilling to miss anything. . And before he realized this, the magic power in his body had already bowed to the ferocious mist and bowed to it.

The magic flowed in a circle, and Tom let go of his hand - the next moment he pulled Draco hard, otherwise he would fall to the ground.

"How do you feel?" Tom asked nervously, seeing that Draco seemed to be distracted, he thought something had gone wrong.

After a while, new and thick magic power surged through the body, bringing strength. Draco stood up straight again, took out his wand and touched the stone wall: "Split it into pieces!"

There was a loud bang on the stone wall, and from where the wand head touched, a circle of dark gray brilliance quickly spread around. The diameter of half a meter directly turned into powder and rustled down, and the outer circle turned into fine pebbles, and then The outer ring is the stones, and beyond that, there are deep and uneven cracks extending into the darkness in the distance.

Draco himself was stunned.

"...How about you give me a mark." He finally said, "Otherwise I won't feel at ease."

Tom also looked strange.

He looked at Draco and then at the petrified glowing hamster.

"Well, there's some bad news," he said.

"I seem..." Tom said slowly, "Well, it seems that the hamster is too small, so I didn't notice it, or maybe this time, uh... the assimilation process also enhanced my magic power..." He After a pause, he said, "I can still feel the magic in your body."

Draco didn't understand. "Of course you can sense it, otherwise how did you drive the magic power to follow the path just now?" He said with a heart, "Although this is also very extraordinary, the devil wants to be extraordinary."

Tom silently raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Draco's expression changed - the remaining magic power in his body surged toward his right hand without his control. He spread his hand and watched a small ball of radiant magic dancing in his palm - —Looking in the direction of Tom, with a flattering look as if he wanted to get close.

Then Draco's expression became strange. The good news is that his magic power has increased, but the bad news is that his magic power seems to have a new master.

After a while, he seemed to have finished digesting this new discovery, and suggested to Tom in a very deliberate and nonchalant tone: "Who are you going to bless next? I suggest you choose someone from Slytherin. As long as you let the news out about things that can enhance magic power, they will catch wind of it and come; secondly, Slytherin basically knows what it is, so you don't have to worry about them going out and talking nonsense."

Thirdly, the Slytherins who discovered that there are actually side effects will use the mentality of "I can't be the only one who gets tricked" to madly attract more people to the trick, right? Tom scolded him with his eyes.

Draco's expression remained unchanged. In fact, if you think about it, it's hard to say that this is bad news. Everything has its price, and it is not uncommon to say that loyalty is exchanged for strength. This has been the case throughout the ages. But maybe unless he loses his magic power, there is no chance to regret it - as if other demon kings would forgive betrayers. Compared with execution, the price of losing magic power seems to be difficult to say whether it is heavy.

"Stop it," Tom said. "Let's see if this side effect is temporary."

"From your point of view, you shouldn't call it a 'side effect.'" Draco reminded.

"you are my friend."

Draco was silent for a moment, smiled sincerely at him, and bowed his head: "It's my honor."

The two of them sneaked out of the secret passage, and in order to put on a show, they actually went to the hospital wing and came back with a few bottles of so-called warming potions that were not painful or itchy - Tom's curiosity just aroused, and his Quicker than his brain, the magical power reached in through the gap between the bottle mouth and the cork, took a "taste", and spit out the tasting result to him: "Ineffective mixture of medicinal dregs, the only praiseworthy thing is that it tastes particularly bitter. ".

"...I suggest you don't drink this potion." Tom said to Draco.

Draco followed suit and threw away the potion on his way to the Great Hall for lunch. Pansy chased him at the Slytherin table and asked what medicine Madam Pomfrey had prescribed for him today, and why he looked so radiant, as if he had drank a beauty potion. Only then did Draco realize that his skin seemed to be more moisturized, and his overall condition had improved, as if his whole body had been renovated and evolved.

He was slightly frightened, realizing that Tom's new abilities might be even more powerful than what they just discovered. But he didn't say anything on his face. He only said that he only drank some warming potion. Afterwards, the medical wing's consumption of warming potion increased greatly, and there was also a lot less medicine residue that needed to be disposed of.

The centaur Firenze was still in the afternoon divination class. Tom couldn't tell what information was shown in the smoke produced by burning herbs, but Firenze stood beside him for a moment and said inexplicably: "It's foggy." .”

He commanded the magic tentacles to poke at the fire that was about to go out. Tom, who was choked by the thick smoke and coughed, said while coughing: "Yes, yes, I'm watching! I'm watching -" The magic tentacles on the other side rolled I was flipping through the book, "This color of smoke means..."

"It's foggy," Firenze said again, looking at him with melancholy blue eyes, and then walked away.

"Nonsense," muttered Ron, who had put his hat on tightly to avoid showing his white hair.

It’s not just Firenze who’s inexplicable, but also Grindelwald.

After skipping Umbridge's class and going to the principal's office by familiar means, Tom found that Grindelwald looked at him with a nose instead of a nose, and eyes instead of eyes. He looked like he was angry when he saw him.

The old devil usually has a cold and indifferent expression, but after adding a bit of pickiness and dislike, he becomes even more difficult to get along with.

However, the principal was not here, so Tom was hit against the wall by the old devil's hurricane spell for the seventh time - the force was so strong that even the body of the fog was smashed to the wall. He finally couldn't hold it back and conjured a single piece of magic from the fog. He opened his face and asked him: "What's wrong with you today?"