[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom wanted to talk to Snape about Occlumency when no one was around, but the Potions Professor's office was too far away from Gryffindor Tower, and the possibility of being seen along the way was too high. Unless he could persuade Mr. Filch to lend him Lady Norris, and the cat would clear the way, it would be a scene that no one could avoid.

Unfortunately, Mr. Filch would never allow Mrs. Norris to stay out of his sight for long.

"Don't think I don't know how many people hate me and my cat," he sneered.

Although Harry didn't know why he had to hide from people to see Snape, he still enthusiastically provided help: "I have an invisibility cloak."

"Invisibility cloak?" Tom repeated, feeling very strange. After all, Harry didn't apply to leave school. When did he buy the invisibility cloak?

"It's Christmas time," Harry told him, "and there was a letter that came with it. I've never seen that type of font, so I don't know who it is. But the letter said it was a relic of my father. Now Return it to me."

Then forget it. Thanks, Tom.

After speculating about the tangled past between Professor Snape and Harry's parents, Tom was determined not to wear Harry's father's invisibility cloak to see Professor Snape.

Let Snape see him wearing the Potter invisibility cloak? It was simply a magic version of death express delivered to your door.

But he couldn't think of any other way for a while. Tom made up his mind to improve the detection spell during the vacation. As for now, he had to ask Harry to go with him to find Snape wearing the invisibility cloak. Harry was nearby. Stop and wait for him so he can visit alone.

So they waited until the weekend and sneaked near the potion office as planned.

"I'll wait for you here." Harry whispered, "You remember this statue." He pointed to the marker next to it.

Tom nodded, looked around to see if there was no one else, then slipped out from under the invisibility cloak, walked to the office door, and knocked on the door.

The small decorative snake on the door knocker was awakened by the shock. It suddenly raised its head and spit out the bronze letter, and then dropped it down again, pretending to be an ordinary statue.

Snape opened the door, looked at him condescendingly, and asked him coldly what was going on.

"Can I go in and talk?" Tom asked.

"Ha." Snape said in a short tone, without any smile on his face.

"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to come." Speaking of Dumbledore, Tom's interest dropped a bit.

Snape stepped aside.

The potions office was still so dim, with hundreds of glass bottles on the shelves, and slimy animal and plant specimens floating in the colorful potions. The doors of several cabinets in the corner were closed, and it was impossible to tell what was inside.

Snape sat down behind his desk, his face half hidden in the shadows. He stretched out his slender fingers and pointed silently at the chair opposite.

Tom really wanted to give him an eye-protecting desk lamp, the kind that meets international standards.

"The Headmaster wants me to ask you about Occlumency," said Tom.

Snape sneered.

"That's not a word a first-year student should know," he said slowly, "so I'm going to believe you heard it from Dumbledore, and here's the problem."

"Why would an ordinary first-year student need to close his brain?" His voice was gentle and soft, but it contained a dangerous connotation.

"You know, Professor," Tom replied fluently, "I happened to overhear part of your conversation the other day, and Headmaster Dumbledore thought there was something inappropriate for me to know."

Snape slowly leaned forward, his dark eyes shining coldly, staring at him momentarily.

"The answer is too quick," he said. "Such an answer often means it's made up in advance."

Tom let him look at him calmly.

He didn't lie! He just selectively told the truth.

"Interesting." Snape sat back and hid himself in the shadows again.

"Answer me, why didn't Dumbledore, who sent you, tell you that such advanced magic is not suitable for first-year students to learn?" Snape said contemptuously.

"Huh?" Tom said honestly, "I don't know. The principal just said that you and I have been in a cold war for too long."

"..." Snape gritted his teeth and cursed, "Gryffindor."

"I will check with the Headmaster. If you have nothing else to do—" Snape pointed to the door, "please."

Tom stood up obediently and asked him: "Then can I still ask you questions about Potions class like before?"

"Wait until you learn not to vomit on the floor of my office, Mr. Locke," Snape said with a straight face, pointing impatiently at the door again.

Tom walked to the door and turned back: "Professor?"

The corners of Snape's mouth tightened into a straight line: "Is there anything else?"

"We are all very sorry for our unfounded doubts about you -"

Snape frowned impatiently, a deep mark showing between his brows.

"Mr. Locke -" he called Tom's name warningly, obviously not wanting to hear these words.

So Tom quickly got to the point: "But obviously there is a dangerous person in the school who threatens Harry's life."

"This is not something you should worry about," Snape said, suppressing his anger. "As long as Mr. Potter controls his excess curiosity and ADHD-like hands and feet, and does not go around showing his extraordinary presence as a savior-"

"But there's no harm in being more careful and alert, right?" Tom whispered, "You can avoid danger more effectively..."

Snape stopped talking and stared at him with deep eyes.

"Principal Dumbledore didn't tell me. He also said that this is a matter for adults. He hopes that we can enjoy a carefree childhood-" Tom also looked at Snape's expression, "But I think you will probably give Do we have some more practical suggestions… or advice?”

"The Sorting Hat must be really old," Snape said.

Tom couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or praise, so he just smiled.

"You really shouldn't worry about adult matters, Mr. Locke," Snape said tactfully. "Although I am very moved by your attitude and behavior of paying attention to and participating in the construction and management of the school with a sense of ownership, but those in the school The teachers who have worked with me for many years are also highly skilled and trustworthy. So please give the school more trust and patience. I believe that with the joint efforts of teachers and students at Hogwarts, safety hazards will be solved quickly and we will build a better school. Beautiful and warm campus environment.”

Snape paused and asked with a fake smile: "On behalf of the school, I would like to continue to express my sincere condolences for the several safety incidents that fortunately did not have serious consequences due to some loopholes in the school's management and prevention. Are you sorry?"

"No, no." Tom shook his head quickly, "Thank you, professor, I understand."

He bowed to Professor Snape, opened the door and ran away - he had indeed understood Professor Snape's instructions, and now he wanted to join his friends as soon as possible, especially to tell those who were alone. , and Harry who knows nothing.