[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"He hasn't come in yet," Tom said, the magic mist drifting cautiously across the playground, not approaching the Dark Lord outside the door.

"He's worried about traps," Grindelwald said coldly.

"So are there any defense measures around the castle?" Tom didn't ask him if he planned to hand them over. In any case, Dumbledore could hand over the school to Grindelwald, even if Dumbledore was wrong again A certain demon king... He felt his vast magical mist, and his mood was very stable.

But the old devil simply said: "I'm here."

Tom couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at the old devil.

Suddenly, another voice rang through the castle. It was high, cold, and clear. It was unclear where it came from. It seemed to come from the wall itself.

"Good evening." The voice said politely, "I have great feelings for Hogwarts, and I don't want to bleed wizards - our race is small in number and there is no need to shed more unnecessary blood..."

Voldemort watched as the windows of the castle lit up one by one, gradually becoming brighter, and he could see some awakened small silhouettes flashing in the windows in panic.

"I know you are ready to resist." He continued lazily, and the hooded Death Eaters appeared silently behind him. "Give up your futile efforts, why waste your lives... I just want to Harry Potter."

He wasn't sure whether Dumbledore took his beloved golden boy with him when he left, but it didn't matter... If Harry Potter was here, it would be nice to pack them away together. If Harry Potter wasn't here... Voldemort's thin lips twisted into a cold smile, which would be a good opportunity...

"Hand over Harry Potter, and you will be unharmed. Hand over Harry Potter, and the school will be safe."

"You have 30 minutes to think about it."

Voldemort sniffed the panic in the air and added a few words in a good mood - he was speaking to Harry from a distance: "Consider what I say, Harry Potter. There is no need to worry about our relationship. A little misunderstanding in time spilled the blood of innocent people...".7

Feeling that he had lost his allegiance, he simply cut off the broadcast and looked back at his subordinates with critical eyes. Lucius? Inappropriate... Avery? Waste... He hesitated between Rookwood and Bellatrix, but finally felt that Bella was more suitable for this crazy night.

"My dear Bella." Voldemort was in a good mood, and the address he used made Bellatrix tremble with excitement. She knelt down and came up on her knees to kiss the hem of his robe.

"Master...my master..." she whispered.

"You know what to do." Voldemort put his hand on top of her head, "Go, go to the Ministry of Magic and have some fun for yourself..." He leaned down slightly towards her and smiled at her, "Let our mark shine. In the night sky.”

"Of course...of course...my master..." Bella kissed the hem of his robe again, looking up at him with tears of excitement, "Let our mark shine in the night sky..." She raised her hand tentatively She raised her wand and saw that Voldemort had no intention of stopping her, so she happily howled out the spell: "The bones reappear!"

A green skull swallowing venomous snakes rushed out from the wand head and rose straight into the sky, getting bigger and bigger, making the entire sky above Hogwarts shine with green.

Voldemort's hand on her head moved slightly. Bella leaned down knowingly and stepped away. Then she jumped up and pointed out the names of several Death Eaters with a sharp smile: "Rodolphus! Stop being so stupid!" Stand, call your brother...Walton! Dolphin!" She stretched out her hand impatiently, "You guys, come with me..."

The several Death Eaters whose names were called raised their eyes slightly and waited for Voldemort's signal. Voldemort nodded sloppily, and they disappeared with a bang, led by Bella.

Voldemort had no intention of waiting honestly for half an hour. He first tried to contact his crown - very good, the other party said that the soul power was insufficient and the link signal was unstable, which affected his perception - Voldemort sneered at this.

The crow that cut off the perception channel at the other end flapped its wings and said to Grindelwald: "He is trying to sense me."

"The deans are on their way over... Do you want to wake up the students?" Tom's magic mist sensed that several deans were rushing to the principal's office.

"What use can they do?" the old devil said disapprovingly, and stood up with his wand. "You don't really think he will wait quietly for half an hour, do you?"

"No?" Tom began to gesture wildly, "You plan to leave like this?" Do you remember that you are a prisoner of Nurmengard? !

"Ah, yes." The old devil touched his clothes with his wand, turning his dressing gown into a beautiful dark formal suit. "This is much better." He seemed quite satisfied with himself.

But Professor Flitwick, who hurriedly opened the door to the Headmaster's Office, was not so good. He just shouted "Albus! Did you hear-" and then he froze in shock.

"Filius," Professor Sprout said anxiously behind him, "for Merlin's sake, please don't block the road right now -" The witch in a brown cloak carelessly crossed the short wizard. Above his head, he finally saw the figure in the principal's office.

The poor witch was also stunned.

"Excuse me, please give way." Snape's silky and low voice followed, "I can't imagine a more urgent situation than a Dark Lord waiting outside the school -"

The two deans in front of him silently tilted their heads so that he could see clearly.

"...What?" Snape quickly glanced at the old man who didn't look like a good person, and the damn Gryffindor specialty, the troublemaker... He asked calmly (the effect of Occlumency) , while quietly pointing the wand under his robe at the old man, hoping that the Gryffindor troublemaker could understand his eyes...

Why don't you just run away and stay there!

He almost roared in his mind.

"Good evening." Grindelwald nodded gracefully.

Flitwick, who was standing at the front, tried to keep his voice from trembling, but with little success. However, he tried his best to quietly float a little higher so that he could block the juniors behind him more: "Good evening, Grindelwald. gentlemen."

"...???" Snape felt like his brain was going to explode.

He himself was surprised that he could still smile calmly: "Very good," he said slowly, "Now we have two Dark Lords."

Tom silently shrank back and glanced at the crow on the table from the corner of his eye: Professor, you are missing one.