[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

He originally thought that it would be a pity that things like the Deathly Hallows were destroyed - not to mention the wonderful functions they originally had, just because they were the ritual anchors of a god of death, it was simply...except Where else can I find such a reference?

But keeping this thing seems like a hidden danger... He stared at the black stone and thought for a long time, and finally made up his mind. The mist shook, and he took off the stone attached to the front of the knowledge robe.

When his will conveyed the idea of ​​rejection, he suddenly felt darkness in front of him. He was still a body of fog, but there was an itch and fear of flesh and blood dissolving. The screams and curses of countless undead rang in his ears. Chattering and threatening him...

It's really troublesome. Tom's heart sank, and he felt certain. The feeling of "early detection and early treatment" fleetingly passed through his heart, and he knew that the most urgent task was to pull off the resurrection stone as soon as possible. He gritted his teeth and moved the Wall of Sighs to elongate it to form a barrier, driving the magic power to expel the Resurrection Stone. Pieces of mist dissipated, and more magic rushed towards him, turning into invisible hands to forcefully pull the black stone——

The good news is that the deeper magic filtered by the Resurrection Stone that he was originally worried about is still on his side. The bad news is that the Resurrection Stone's means of resistance does not stop at a little hallucination - visions and auditory hallucinations - countless pairs of pale eyes. The ghost hand stretched out from the resurrection stone, like the densely hooked feet of some alien insect. Its sharp nails hooked into the robe, and it vividly performed what is called "it is easy to invite the gods, but difficult to send them away".

Tom: "..." Doesn't this strengthen his belief in inviting this great god away? ! If this thing could be taken and taken away without any signs of abnormality, he might still be reluctant to part with it. Even if it looks a little strange when you take it out, you might think it can be tolerated if you think about its magical functions and weigh it around. Okay, now it looks like it's not going away, who wouldn't feel embarrassed after seeing it!

He tried hard to pull off the Resurrection Stone, even tearing his robe to do so.

He scratched and scratched at the stone, wishing that all the mist would surge up, and when he even used his feet to push it down, his knowledge robe could not hold it up at first, and seemed to be torn apart. He initially ignored it, but found that as the color of the robe of knowledge became illusory, the distracting thoughts in his mind began to increase, and even the magic power began to be overwhelmed, and it separated out strands to respond to his distracting thoughts...

"..." It seems that brute force is still not possible.

Tom tried again to use the golden-red lines of the phoenix fire on the robe to scorch those ghost hands. At the same time, the fabric at the front of the knowledge robe suddenly shrank. Taking advantage of the gap that was about to be taken off, he wiped out the smooth and grease-like clothes. After putting the magic power in, those ghost claws did not catch for a while and slipped.

Then the magic turned into a strong wind and blew towards the Resurrection Stone, almost blowing it off.

Tom suddenly felt light all over, turned into a human body again, straightened his clothes, and looked at the black stone that looked peaceful and normal on the grass with lingering fear.

Fox forced his head out of his arms and looked down at the stone.

"Fox!" Tom was surprised and happy, "Can you come out now?"

Although I had long thought that if the death energy was driven away, Fox would be able to gather his strength and regain his body soon, but he never expected that he would see the effect so soon - although Fox's head was still a bit illusory, Compared with the previous forms of tattoos, it is a huge improvement.

Fox turned his head 180 degrees to look at him in a very twisted posture that a real bird would definitely not be able to do, and stretched his neck to place a kiss on his cheek.

Tom felt like a palm-sized hot water bottle covering his face.

He tried not to think about how Fox stuck his head out from his chest in a form similar to a game model, and touched Fox with his backhand - well, it was so warm!

He had to find a way to get Fox out... He gestured with his bare hands in the air, and was amused by the image in his mind of him pinching Fox's neck and slowly pulling Phoenix out of his chest.

At that time, other people's legends are like pulling out the sword from the stone, and there are many cards; talking about him is like pulling out the bird from the chest... Is this ridiculous? !

Tom decided to let Dumbledore figure it out. If there is really no other way, then it’s whoever plucks the bird who owns it. The glorious legend of the future god cannot be ruined by grabbing the bird by its neck and pulling it out. At least it must be said that it has a divine bird on its chest... Well, that doesn’t sound good either.

He looked at the resurrection stone on the ground again. How to deal with this thing? It’s not good to just lose the Three Deathly Hallows. How rare these things are...

and many more.

How about throwing it all at the headmaster's expense? You can also borrow the elder wand from the headmaster's hand to take a look. When Draco interpreted his dream in the divination class before, didn't he say something about a "magic wand"?

Anyway, the surrounding Thestrals have been eroded by his magic power, so it is no problem to instruct them to stay here and guard a stone. Tom told the Thestrals to keep an eye on it, and he was not allowed to touch it, nor was any other creature allowed to take it. Then he turned into mist and flew toward the castle with a roar.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were drinking tea opposite each other, enjoying the rare quiet time after an afternoon. Suddenly, there was a knock on the window of the principal's office. The two looked at each other first, then turned to look, and saw a cloud of mist. Yunwu bumped the window politely.

"...The students at Hogwarts are so polite." Grindelwald said slyly.

Dumbledore walked over, opened the window, and said kindly: "I hope you didn't skip class, Tom."

"I'm asking for leave." The cloud and mist floated in, and the tall and handsome young man jumped out of it nimbly. He said slyly and waved his hand to make the mist fade away.

Dumbledore's smiling blue eyes looked at him through his round spectacles without piercing him.

"Let me show you this—" He began to unbutton his chest as he spoke, and Grindelwald cleared his throat loudly.

"Good afternoon, sir." Tom greeted the old devil without raising his head, and then excitedly poked the phoenix tattoo and asked Fawkes' head to stick out for Dumbledore to see, "Look! Fawkes!"

Dumbledore became excited: "Ah, Fawkes, my old friend..." He stretched out his hand and gently touched Phoenix's head. Fox gave a low cry, stretched his neck, and gave him a patch.

Grindelwald cleared his throat again.

"If you have a cold, you know the cupboard where you can find a pick-me-up, Mr. Grindelwald," Dumbledore said without looking back.

The old devil picked up the teacup and took a sip with an expressionless expression.