[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom hesitated for a moment. The corpse puppet walked around the circular room with stiff steps, tentatively trying to pick a door to open - let's go over and take a look first.

But a premonition in his spiritual sense stopped him.

The magic mist gradually gathered, and after his magic concentration reached a certain limit, Tom realized the insidiousness of this mysterious hall - the two doors could not be opened at the same time. This means that if he wants to open a door at random and wait and see first, the black door leading to the corridor will definitely be closed, and then he will lose contact with this part of his magical mist.

so close!

Tom stood up, and a wisp of mist swooped down and lifted the crow up behind Tom. More mist settled around Tom, obscuring his form. He walked to the elevator, pressed the button, reached the underground corridor with a loud clang, and walked straight into the black door.

The crow was strangely silent, making Tom murmur inwardly with every step he took.

A wrong choice is better than doing nothing. He said to himself, taking one last look back at the still empty corridor and closing the door.

Without the narrow beam of light pouring in from the corridor behind him, the place was dark, and all that could be seen were the flickering blue candles on the walls and their terrible reflections on the floor. With a loud rumbling sound, the candle began to move sideways. The circular wall rotates with twelve identical black doors on it. A few seconds later, the surrounding blue flames blurred into similar rings of light as the wall rapidly rotated. Tom noticed that mysterious magic fluctuations were coming from the wall, with a smell of confusion spells.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rumble died away and all was quiet again.

If you grab a random wizard now and ask him to identify where the exit is, it may be harder than finding a black ant on the dark floor; and in the twelve doors around here, except for a few demon kings, No one knew which door contained what Voldemort wanted.

Luckily, he happened to have a Voldemort on his hands.

"Okay," he raised the crow to his eyes, "we've come this far, you should say something to me, right?"

"Well done, boy," the crow said grimly.

"It can be better." Tom said calmly, "What does he want? Or... what do you want?"

The crow's red eyes looked at him, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be rejecting.

The mist fluctuated, and Tom became calmer and calmer: "Don't cast a spell on me, my dear teacher." He stared at the crow without blinking, and whispered to it: "Every feather of yours is soaked in my mist. "

"You know," his voice became lower and lower, imitating Snape's pronunciation, "I don't know how they like to play freely."

"Okay, okay." The crow spread its wings, similar to how humans spread their hands. "It's just an instinct, my boy," it quibbled, "a little sense of ritual before the confession begins..." When the Elder Wand turned its direction and pointed at it in the mist, the ritual need it emphasized was immediately Disappeared.

"We need to go to the Prophecy Hall," Crow said, "to find a prophecy ball. The anchor of destiny..."

Tom's mind was spinning.

If there is any key prophecy related to Voldemort's fate, it must be that he and his destined enemy...

"You still need Harry," he said softly.

"It's us. We still need Harry," Crow said. "We're not at odds, kid."

Tom smiled.

"I thought I was expendable too," he said briskly.

"To him, we may both be expendable. But that doesn't have to be the case between us," the crow stretched out its wings to cover his shoulders, "We can use magic to guarantee it. Do you want a magical oath?"

"...No, I hope you will give a stronger guarantee." Tom said, "Magic oaths are not omnipotent - especially when the party swearing the oath is an outstanding dark wizard. Black magic means change. Unpredictable, capricious... In a sense, the oath exists to be broken - you can completely cover it with a more powerful magical ritual, right?"

"If you dislike the hollowness of the oath, perhaps you would like to share your advice?"

"Maybe you'd like to share your brain."

The crow was offended by these words - or rather, its anger had been building up, but it had always been good at assessing the situation.

"Think about it," it said restrainedly, "even if I let you into my head - damn, that's not why I taught you Legilimency!"

"You didn't teach me Legilimency."

"This is not the point!" the crow said angrily - a performative anger. At this time, anger is of course more appropriate than calmness... it thought.

"Even if you find my plans and ideas in my mind, how can you ensure that what you see is real?" As a double master of Legilimency and Occlumency, he also has Ravenclaw The crown is a buffing artifact, the crow said provocatively.

"I'm happy to challenge my judgment." Tom said casually, "You can think about it, we still have time." As he said this, he directed the corpse puppet to randomly choose a black door and push it open.