[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Thank you very much." Dumbledore blinked at Grindelwald, turned to them and said: "Please sit down, Evra and Delis will be back in a few minutes... Professor McGonagall, please change again. Bring some chairs.”

They sat down on the straight-backed wooden chair conjured by Professor McGonagall. Sirius still looked anxious and put his bear-like paws on Harry's knees with concern. Harry reached out and rubbed his head. .

"Harry," Dumbledore also sat down, "how did you see it?"

Harry didn't understand what he meant.

"Uh... I don't know? What does this have to do with anything?" He said blankly, "I saw it in my mind..."

Grindelwald sneered, and Dumbledore gave him an accusing look.

"You misunderstood," he turned back to Harry calmly. "I mean... do you remember - ah - where you were when you saw the attack? You were on the victim's side. From the side, or overlooking this scene from above?”

"I am the snake," said Harry, "I see it from the snake's point of view..."

"...I hope it's because he's using Parseltongue to manipulate Nagini," Tom said. Or it could be possessed by a soul piece like Chiu Jiu - although he couldn't imagine how the diary could be carried around by a snake. Could it be that the Horcrux wouldn't be destroyed at will, so Nagini swallowed it? ?

Dumbledore just glanced at him and said, "I'm afraid Parseltongue isn't enough for that, Tom."

Okay, another one.

Tom was not sure whether Voldemort was trying to get enough Horcruxes for the purpose of the ritual. Fortunately, the silence in the office did not last long. A shout came from the wall on the right. The wizard named Evra had returned to the frame, a little out of breath.

"Dumbledore!" the wizard said, wiping his forehead with the curtain. "I kept shouting until someone came and said I heard something moving downstairs. They were half-convinced, but they still went down to look. You know there is nothing downstairs?" You can look out at the portrait. Anyway, they brought him up a few minutes later. He didn't look good, he was covered in blood, and I ran over to the portrait of Elfrida Cragg to get a good look—"

Ron looked like he was going to faint.

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "I think Dillys will see him go in, and then——"

"Where is Mr. Weasley?" Tom asked. "Isn't he working the night shift? Why do those people sound like they don't know Mr. Weasley is there?"

"He works for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said shortly.

"Your people are always so loyal," Grindelwald said sinisterly. "I hope he can think of a reason for being there in the emergency room and it will be useful when he goes to the trial."

Ron twitched.

"Thanks for your concern," Dumbledore said calmly, "but it won't come to that."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-haired witch also returned to the frame. She coughed and sat on the leather chair and said: "Yes, they sent him to St. Mungo's. Dumbledore... they walked under my portrait. But...he looks very bad..."

"Thank you," said Dumbledore, turning to look at Professor McGonagall. "Minerva, I need you to wake the other Weasley children."

Professor McGonagall agreed as she stood up and walked quickly to the door. "Where's Dumbledore—and Molly?" she added at the door.

"I will give her a message," Dumbledore said, "but she may already know... her wonderful wall clock..." He waved his wand, and a silver phoenix flew lightly from the tip of the wand, " Molly, Arthur has been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I will take the children to meet you at Grimmauld Place later."

Tom listened confusedly, suspecting that he had heard the wrong word: wall clock?

Harry noticed it and whispered: "They have a wall clock at home. It doesn't show the time, but only shows the whereabouts and situation of each member of the Weasley family."

Dumbledore went to a cupboard and groped around, found an old blackened teapot, and carefully placed it on the table. He raised his wand and said "Mentos". The teapot trembled for a while, emitting a strange blue light, then gradually stopped and turned black again.

Grindelwald had been watching Dumbledore busy in silence. Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Your restless Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has left the office."

"Well, I don't expect that the goings-on in Gryffindor Tower will be completely hidden from her," Dumbledore said, "but you can stop her, right?"

Grindelwald's lips twisted into a cruel smile.

"Not in a murderous way, Gellert," Dumbledore added.

Then the expression on the old devil's face became dull again. He assigned this boring task as a matter of course.

"Tom Locke?" he ordered, "You heard me."

Tom looked at Dumbledore, who deftly avoided his gaze.

Tom sighed, spread his hands, and the thick fog gathered, whizzing through the door to find Umbridge.

"She'll forget what she's not supposed to find out, and go back to bed quietly," said Tom.

He felt free to let the magic mist do this. To be honest, the school had already been affected by his mist. To put it bluntly, it should be said that all the wizards in the school had inhaled his mist to some extent. So it's not difficult at all to locate Umbridge. Besides, memory spells are something they are very familiar with...

Wait, why does he sound so like a villain?

Tom quickly pushed the thought aside. At this time, the door to the study room opened again, and Fred, George and Ginny were led in by Professor McGonagall. All three of them were still wearing pajamas, with messy hair and frightened expressions.

"Harry - what's going on?" Ginny asked fearfully, "Professor McGonagall said you saw Dad was hurt -"

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said before Harry could speak. "He has been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. I am returning you to Grimmauld Place, It's easier to get to the hospital than The Burrow, where you'll meet your mother."

"How are we going to get there?" Fred asked worriedly, "With floo powder?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "The Floo is not safe at the moment. The network is under surveillance. You will need a portkey." He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table. "Come here, come closer... Harry, hold on to Sirius - no, no, no, don't pull his tail... Very good... Oh, by the way, Tom, you stay here."

Tom shrugged and stood aside.

"I'll leave the school to you, okay?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with his blue eyes.

The old devil snorted slightly, sounding like he agreed.

"Thank you... I'll count three, two, one, three... two... one..." A gust of wind rose out of thin air, and they disappeared into the office.

Tom and Grindelwald looked at each other.

"If you don't have any other orders," said Tom, "shall I go back to bed?"

Before the old devil could answer, they both suddenly turned to look at the window in unison - a huge red-eyed crow gracefully pecked at the window glass.