[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Grindelwald stared at him with his strange-colored eyes and snorted.

"Since you can dissolve fog," he said impatiently without answering Tom's question, "you should be familiar with the characteristics of fog. Fog can be blown away by the wind and driven to other places by the wind, but who has ever seen fog? Beaten to pieces?"

"The fog gathers and disperses without being visible...you are too obsessed with it." The old devil said, raising his wand again.

"Wait--" Tom suddenly dispersed, avoiding the hurricane that hit his face in a panic, and then condensed his face again, "You are obviously unhappy."

"How can I be happy when I see some people wasting their talents given by God, my child?" Grindelwald said lightly, waved his hand, and another hurricane blew away, but this time he came to Tom's side. It rolled up loudly, re-rolling in the mist that had just been avoided.

The dizzy Tom simply transformed into a human body and lay flat on the ground. Anyway, the mini tornado can blow the mist no problem, but it is not strong enough to wrap a living person inside.

He rubbed his temples to suppress the dizzy nausea, and then began to think about Grindelwald's words.

What does it mean to waste the talents and talents given by God? There is not much pity in these words, but there is a lot of provocation.

He raised his head and looked around again, um, yes, the principal is not here today. His mist was smashed against the wall several times and splashed everywhere. It could be said that the whole room was covered in mist, and the portraits on the wall were basically covered.

Very good, there are no outsiders.

He got up from the ground in a hurry, and the wandering mist hurriedly came over to help him pat the dust off his body.

Grindelwald looked at him coldly and did not move the mist on the wall. Knowing that he understood to some extent, he sat down with a sneer.

The Old Devil, like the Dark Lord, both have a certain style. Tom sneered, then leaned forward with a smile, picked up the teapot and poured him a cup of steaming milk tea.

"Teacher," he called him affectionately, holding the tea in front of him with both hands, "can you teach me?"

"What can I teach you?" The old devil showed a somewhat mocking smile and whispered to him, "When I built the Saints, who did I teach you? Who did Riddle teach me when he built the Death Eaters? Did he teach him? Who did that junior Potter rely on to teach him when he built Dumbledore's Army? If these things need to be taught by others, they cannot be taught or saved!"

He said so before taking the cup and taking a sip. The steaming water vapor covered his face, making it impossible to see what kind of expression he had after the haze.

"Dumbledore's Army?" Tom never expected that Harry and his Defense Against the Dark Arts self-study and mutual aid group would have such a name. "They... aren't they some sort of mutual aid group?"

Grindelwald chuckled.

Tom thought for a moment and asked in a low voice: "But actually the principal didn't?"

Grindelwald gave him a sidelong glance, as if to say he was asking the question knowingly.

Tom couldn't tell what the old devil was thinking. It was quite unexpected that the study group Harry established was called Dumbledore's Army, but it wasn't comparable to his old man's saints and Voldemort's Death Eaters, right? Was he unhappy because Harry and the others were acting in Dumbledore's name without permission, and was blaming him on him, or was he really unhappy because he saw him inactive and "wasting his talents"?

"Oh," he simply pretended to be stupid, "Harry and the others also thought of the principal, so that's why they called him this name."

"Then why don't you miss me?" the old devil asked slowly.

Why don't you go talk to Draco? Tom really wanted to say that back to him. After thinking about it, he was a little suspicious that the change in his mist had attracted the attention of the old devil. Although he has not infected anyone else except Draco, he has been letting his mist out for some time. The magical mist that could only fill half of Gryffindor Tower has passed through spontaneously. The magic power that assimilated the outside world - although it was so thin that it was difficult to see with the naked eye, it filled the entire playground and began to spread into the Forbidden Forest.

Tom thought in amazement that no one had noticed him doing this before, not to mention Little Hanlington Village. It was normal for Muggles not to notice anything strange; but he had stolen the gold cup in Gringotts. At that time, no one noticed the deliberately thinned magic mist! Is it possible for someone at the Demon King level to be so sharp?

After pondering over it in his mind, he still had a smile on his face and leaned over to rub the old devil's shoulders.

"I'm not thinking of you," he said with a smile to coax him, "I'll also set up a study group later, let's call it Grindelwald's Army, okay?"

The old devil looked at him sideways, with a half-smiling look on his face.

"Okay," the old devil leaned back comfortably and motioned for him to work harder, "Then I'll wait and see." He noticed that the hands pressing his shoulders stiffened, and he snorted: "Call you a little bastard for talking nonsense."

Tom knew that this was the old devil raising his hand to let him go. Before he could pretend to say something to beg for mercy, the old devil closed his eyes and ordered: "Tell that Harry Potter that the name Dumbledore's Army is unacceptable." Take it, tell him to change it! Students should behave like students, and the learning mutual aid group you just mentioned is very good."

"No. It's not like you don't know that I'm embarrassed about my status. I can't interfere with their matter from beginning to end, right?"

"No?" Grindelwald asked him calmly, "Is it because you knew something would happen, so you put yourself aside in advance? If you think nothing will happen, and you don't have to intervene, what's the problem?"

Tom opened his mouth and closed it again. Why, can avoiding suspicion be explained this way?

"As long as people are suspicious, what does it have to do with whether you actually intervened or not?" the old devil said, "If you want me to teach you, I will teach you. You will take the lead in this matter, you will organize it, but nothing will happen; ha! Leigh Porter took the lead and chose such a name, which is a recipe for disaster."

"If you want to come, how would you arrange it?" Grindelwald asked him.

"...I don't know." Tom said, "I...it's impossible for me to organize a large-scale learning mutual aid group like Harry's -" He and Harry's temperaments are not the same.

Grindelwald's expression remained motionless, and he only motioned for him to continue.

"Well..."Education Order No. 3" requires the dissolution of regular gatherings of more than three students, so if I form a study group, the number of people must be limited to 3 people, just to meet the line. Then each group member will form another People work in small groups, passed on layer by layer, spread everywhere, and avoid risks.”

"What if I'm caught or betrayed?"

"First of all, doing this does not violate the education order, and secondly... I am only responsible for the study group I am in, so I will carefully select my group members."

Grindelwald nodded to him. "Two things," the old devil said, "First, try the organizational structure you mentioned. Second, Harry Potter's organization needs to be renamed and reorganized. You do it immediately."

Third, these two things can be combined into one thing. Tom finished mentally for him.

He has figured it out. Harry's Dumbledore's Army had probably attracted the attention of the outside world, so Grindelwald came to see if he had any ideas. He also specifically asked him questions about being caught or betrayed, which was a clear statement. There are traitors. The reason why the old devil said that nothing would happen if he took the lead in organizing this matter was because there were some reasons he could say, such as he was only responsible for the study group he was in, but no one would listen to these reasons even if Harry said it. ——Because the Dark Lord can really kill people, but the White Devil can bully him.