[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"So, where is Albus?"

If not for the fact that Occlumency is a very useful magic, Snape could still continue to question Grindelwald aggressively.

"If he didn't tell you, it means he didn't think you needed to know." Grindelwald said coldly, "He left the school affairs to me."

"Principal Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall took Harry and the Weasley children to visit Mr. Weasley." Tom finished explaining quickly.

"What a coincidence," Snape said coldly.

"We can hold off for a while," Flitwick said. "Albus will definitely be able to see the Dark Mark and he will be back as soon as possible."

"I think it's enough for me to be here." The old devil said, "Please, get out of the way."

Flitwick blocked the door with a sullen expression. "No..." he said desperately, "What will the Ministry of Magic say if they find out?" Hogwarts sent a Dark Lord to deal with the Dark Lord? Or did the two wanted criminals happen to meet at Hogwarts?

"Your Ministry of Magic has always been very good at keeping silent," Grindelwald said sarcastically. "I've known this for over fifty years."

"Now, do you want to get out of the way, or should I help you look decent?"

After looking at the old devil again, the professors silently stepped aside. Grindelwald walked out of the principal's office with his head held high, and told Tom along the way: "Go back to your Gryffindor Tower and do what you can." His eyes fell on the almost colorless magic mist, and looking back was meaningful. He glanced at Tom.

"Let's go," Professor Sprout said eagerly, "We have to restrain the students... don't let them run around in panic. It's best to transfer some students..."

"——The Dark Lord is at the door." Snape twitched his arm strangely, "He is not alone... If Hogwarts is to be besieged, it is indeed necessary to move innocent people out as much as possible. But in the school Can't apparate..."

"Floo," said Flitwick, "take the children one by one to the office—"

Professor Sprout had already started running all the way, muttering: "We still need to give them some self-defense items, in case the transfer is not completed in a while...Devil's Net...Bloodthirsty Vine..."

Flitwick climbed up the handle of the handrail staircase and slid down, shouting: "Remember to activate the school's protective measures along the way! And...notify the Order of the Phoenix!"

Snape, who was still standing on the spot, looked at Tom with his unfathomable black eyes - the magic mist suddenly opened its teeth and claws in response, and countless invisible sharp knives were pointed at Snape, while Tom himself blurted out He said: "Did you know that the Resurrection Stone is now in Dumbledore's hands?"

It was only after he finished speaking that he realized that he was guarding against Snape.

But Snape just stared at him for a few seconds and said in a flat voice: "Go back to your Gryffindor Tower." He turned around suddenly, and his large black robes flew behind him like bat wings. .

Tom made sure he was gone before relaxing. He knew that what he just said was a clear indication that he knew Snape's secret. Snape must hate this very much, as if Snape was treated as a weapon that could be used as long as he knew the secret command. But Tom can indeed feel that there is an unpredictable danger approaching him, but he has not yet found the source. This anxiety of approaching danger made him alert to every sign... At least there was something wrong with the way Snape looked at him just now.

What if Snape was ordered to kidnap him? Furthermore... although Voldemort was not his friend, Grindelwald's attitude also made him feel uneasy... The annoying thing about precogs is that it is difficult to know what secrets they know. And obviously, his mist that infects marks everywhere is definitely not welcomed by any demon king.

"Are you leaving?" He inquired about Crow's plan as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not going anywhere." The crow landed on Fox's old nest and lay down comfortably. "I suggest you don't go anywhere either - but obviously you won't listen to me, so..." it spread out Open your wings, "Please feel free to do so."

This attitude seemed to be determined that he had nowhere to go. Tom didn't show anything on his face, but the anxiety of imminent danger in his heart became more and more obvious.

When he walked down the stairs of the principal's office, he saw that the statues and armors in the entire corridor jumped off their supports, and there was also a crashing sound downstairs. It was probably because their companions throughout the castle had taken the same action. . With the sound of collisions and shouts, a group of moving statues swarmed downstairs, some smaller, some larger than life, and some animals. Those clanking armors brandished swords and chained mace balls, shouting random slogans: "Defend Hogwarts! Fight for the school!"

He did not rush back to Gryffindor Tower, but took advantage of the fog floating on the stairs to look down, wanting to check the situation first. Groups of students who looked like they had been hurriedly wrapped in cloaks or coats were rushing to various teachers' offices under the organization of the student union. There were also a few students who came out wearing sheets or quilts.

And a conspicuous golden head was panting and climbing up against the crowd.

It's Draco.

"I thought you should go to Professor Snape's office." Tom swooped down and floated to his side. "Slytherin shouldn't be left alone at times like this." If anyone wants to seek justice during such a quarrel, Malfoy's last name is not easy to use.

Before he came down, Draco sensed him with the active magic power in his body. He murmured: "I'm looking for you... You also know that the situation is not good now? How can I trust you to stay alone in the grid?" In Lanffindor's base camp?" He complained, "Won't Dumbledore come out to deal with it at the critical moment?"

"Dumbledore's not here," said Tom.

"Where's Potter?"

"Going with Dumbledore."

"Excellent," Draco said sarcastically, "I think the next step is for the Dark Lord to demand a face-to-face conversation with Dumbledore or Potter to confirm that they have abandoned the school and run away."

As he spoke, he became worried again: "They didn't really run away, did they?"

"Have some faith in the Headmaster's sense of responsibility, Draco," Tom said.

"He won't mind if the Dark Lord's plot can be disrupted by briefly throwing the school into chaos," Draco said. "Be realistic, Tom. My dad wants me to find a place to hide, and come with me to find it." Snape, right? He swore an oath to my mother to protect me."

"I had just finished offending him," said Tom, "when he asked me to come back to Gryffindor Tower."

"...You're awesome." Draco said expressionlessly, "Then what's your plan now? Oh, by the way, don't count on our study group. You haven't had time to meet them yet, so if you show up now , 'Dumbledore's Army' would probably be happy to subdue you, the Dark Lord's heir, first."

"I think you are more important than all of them put together." Tom said solemnly, grabbing his hand, "Listen, Draco, I need you to find out where Arthur Weasley was just now - He has now been transferred to St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but I need to know where he was just now." He lowered his voice, and the mist enveloped him and Draco, "He followed Dumbledore's orders to stay there. A certain corridor that leads to something the Dark Lord wants."

"We can't continue to be passive," Tom held Draco's hand tightly, his foggy blue eyes and gray-blue eyes looking at each other, "Do you understand?"

Draco's eyes lit up.

"Is there something... that both the Dark Lord and Dumbledore want?" He asked thoughtfully, "It's worth a try." He fiddled with the pendant, "The school's communication cannot transmit such specific information. Information, I have to get out. The floo network just happened to be open——"

"No, the Floo Network will leave traces." Tom thought carefully, "Maybe you don't mind riding the Thestral?"

"No problem," Draco replied quickly, "Take this..." He pulled off a button and handed it to Tom. It was a modified magical artifact that could send simple messages, "Wait for my news."