[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

To be honest, this lesson must seem very baffling to most students. Because Thestrals can only be seen by those who have seen death.

Tom imagined the scene that others saw: teeth marks appeared inexplicably on the dead cow, and then pieces of meat were automatically peeled off from the bones, and disappeared into the air little by little with the sound of chewing and swallowing floating in the air... It seemed It must be very weird.

"Oh, there are more and more!" Hagrid said proudly, watching those skinny black horses emerge from the forest, folding their leather-like wings, lowering their heads and greedily eating raw meat, "Now...has anyone seen it? , raise your hand.”

As Tom thought, few hands were raised.

"I'm sorry," Draco said in a sarcastic tone, raising his eyebrows, "What on earth were we supposed to see?"

"Thestrals," Hagrid said proudly, and Hermione made a sound of understanding next to Harry, "There are a lot of them here at Hogwarts. Now, who knows-?"

"But they are very, very unlucky!" Parvati interjected, looking horrified. "They can bring all kinds of terrible disasters to those who see them. Professor Trelawney once told me - "

"No, no, no," Hagrid said with a smile, "That's just superstition, nothing unlucky. They are very smart and useful. Of course, this group of people don't have much to do. They mainly pull the school carriage, unless Dumbledore Wanting to go on a long trip but don't want to use Apparition - here comes another couple, look -"

Two more horses appeared quietly, and one of them passed by Parvati. She was trembling all over, hugging the tree trunk tightly and said, "I feel something, it seems to be next to me!" The faces of several students standing next to her looked grim, and they looked around suspiciously.

"Don't be afraid." Professor Graplan walked to her and held her shoulders to comfort her. "You come to school every semester in a carriage pulled by them. If you think about it, there's nothing to be afraid of, right?"

Parvati and the others didn't look comforted at all.

As more and more Thestrals came closer, Tom could more clearly sense that the particles of death energy in his magic power were beating - not harmful, but very present. Even the magical mist carrying him poked around curiously. Seeing that Tom had no intention of stopping him, he boldly reached out and quickly touched the Thestral's wings.

A few sporadic screams suddenly sounded in the venue. "What is it!" Parvati grabbed Professor Graplan's arm tightly and pointed at the big, black, tough bat-like wings that suddenly appeared and disappeared in mid-air, "Have you seen it?"

"Cough, cough."

It's Professor Umbridge. She stood a few feet away from the circle of students, still cuckolded and cloaked, holding a clipboard.

"The students -" Umbridge read as she wrote, her voice loud and slow, as if she was talking to someone with some kind of intellectual disability, "are frightened by -."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," Hagrid's expression sounded as if he had heard a joke. "Thestrals are just some... uh, big horses with wings! They are not dangerous at all! They are just some superstitions of people in the past-"

He eagerly slapped his thick arms twice, trying to prove his statement. But Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows at him and continued to write and read on the writing board: "Rely on...clumsy...gestures...to show...pleasure...at...cruelty..."

Hagrid looked choked. He stood at a loss for a while, then turned to face the students, looking a little flustered, "We-uh, where did we just talk?"

"It seems that... my memory... is very poor..." Umbridge said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Tom didn't even look back, only glanced at the magic mist. Then a wisp of mist drifted to the top of Umbridge's head, and gently circled around the branch. A thick branch with neat breaks hit her head and hit her head. She groaned and sat down. On the ground.

Draco covered his laughter with a dry cough, and Harry smiled unabashedly.

Umbridge covered her head and stood up. "It's okay." She was obviously trying to put on a nonchalant smile, but it looked more like a sinister smile under the stimulation of pain. "I think I have grasped enough of the situation... You will be there within ten days," she said to Hagrid, covering her head, still using the same slow and loud voice, without any intention of learning a lesson, "Stop." The results of your investigation." After she said that, she walked in the direction of the castle, seemingly going to the hospital wing.

Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief and began to happily tell the story of how he grew from a pair of Thestrals into a large flock. The black pegasus focused on tearing apart the half-dead cow with the background music playing, and soon only the bones were left on the snow. Then those dragon-like heads raised, their white, pupil-less eyes visibly wandered back and forth between Harry and Tom for a few times, and then, except for a very few, they took steps towards Harry, most of them slowly Tuntun walked towards Tom.

They don't avoid people, so the students who were unfortunate enough to be in the middle felt something touch them lightly for no apparent reason, trying to push them away gently but firmly. If anyone reaches out and tries to touch it, he can feel the moist breath and the unlicked cow blood at the corner of his mouth.

Several students screamed in fear and surprise.

"It's okay," Professor Grapeland smiled and encouraged them to touch and have a look. "Thestrals are humane. They know that you are Hogwarts students and will not harm you." She said, "Hey" in surprise. There was a sound.

Tom stood there with an expression unchanged, as if everything had nothing to do with him - when he saw Thestrals starting to walk towards him, he waved and started calling the mist to come over just in case, but the movement was not obvious. It was just diluted mist, inconspicuous among the mist in the forest. But no matter how thin the mist is, it still contains the magic power of particles of death air, so after those Pegasus were stopped by other students, they were submerged in the mist... Well, they were forced to reveal themselves.

Hagrid and Grapeplan murmured together for a while, but they didn't understand what was going on. However, the two professors of the Care of Magical Creatures class were very ambitious and stopped thinking about it if they couldn't figure it out. They seized this rare opportunity and started letting the students observe the appearance of the Thestral.

Half an hour later, Hagrid announced that they could go back to the castle. Tom motioned for them to leave first and he would stay for a while.

"I'll wait for you," Draco said quickly.

"Thank you - but no," Tom said to Draco, "I do have something to tell you, but I have something else to do right now. See you in the greenhouse later."

After persuading Draco, who was slightly excited after hearing his words, to leave, Tom walked deeper into the woods. Those terrifying but docile and quiet Thestrals followed slowly behind him, their huge thin wings moving sideways flexibly to avoid the overgrown branches and leaves.

Tom walked to a tree stump, and the mist rushed over to clean it up. Then he sat down and waved to the leading Thestral, which Hagrid called "Woo".

"Come," he said.

Wuwu then approached him and lowered her head so that he could touch it.

Tom did not do it directly, but still summoned the fog - this time it was a thick gray-white fog - covering it. He concentrated on sensing it and found that although it was very laborious, those death air particles could indeed be driven away. It was transferred to Yeqi.

"Will it hurt you?" he asked the Thestral in a low voice. She looked at him with shiny black white eyes and snorted.

Tom hesitated for a while, then unbuttoned his chest and asked Fox Tattoo to reveal his head.

"Keep an eye on it." He warned Phoenix and began to drive away the deathly energy that was like gangrene in the tarsal bones.

Not only did the Thestrals not hide, but after finally tasting a little bit, they actively inhaled, and inhaled the magic mist into their mouth and nose, so anxious that the Thestrals in line behind them began to dig at the ground.

Seeing this, Tom didn't stop him and touched its smooth head: "Eat, eat."