[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

This time the password was "butterbeer."

They hurriedly climbed up the spiral escalator, climbed to the top, and knocked on the wooden door.

Dumbledore opened the door for them. He seemed to have just come back or was about to go out. He was wearing an elegant purple velvet suit. Even the white beard on his chin was carefully braided and divided into several bunches. Rainbow bows were tied up randomly.

"The clothes are beautiful." Harry said without thinking.

Dumbledore laughed: "Thanks for the compliment, Harry."

He turned back to his seat, and Tom's sharp eyes saw several traces of dust on his pants.

How strange, thought Tom. It didn't rain today. Where could the principal get so much dust? Who would dress up carefully and then go to a dirty place?

Fox tilted his head and stared at the students who came in. When he saw Tom, he chirped angrily, jumped into the corner, and turned his butt towards him.

"Hello, Fox," Tom said friendly.

In response, Fox just shook his tail feathers vigorously, but refused to turn around.

"Are you going out?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Ah, no, it's not." Dumbledore waved his wand, conjuring soft sofas and drinks for several children. Then he absently stroked his strange-looking wand and said, "I just came back. The truth is We have plenty of time to enjoy afternoon tea."

The children felt more at ease after hearing that they had not delayed the principal. Harry immediately informed Dumbledore of his discovery.

Tom didn't intend to hear it again - mainly because he didn't know how to face Principal Dumbledore yet, so he walked to the birdstand and looked at Fawkes silently.

Fox was stared at for a long time, and he shook his tail feathers again in displeasure.

"Don't be angry," Tom took the opportunity to say softly, "I didn't mean it at the time...I'm sorry, okay?"

Fox fluttered his tail feathers, but the amplitude was not as great.

Tom continued to coax Fox softly, and when he finally succeeded in holding Fox in his arms, he found that the office had become quiet for some time.

He turned around and saw Dumbledore frowning slightly, sitting up straight, folding his fingertips, and staring at the table thoughtfully.

"Headmaster?" Harry asked.

"Harry, I have to say that your findings do support some of my speculations. But as of now, we are still unfortunately in the realm of conjecture and speculation." Dumbledore said.

Ron looked at him with his mouth open stupidly.

Hermione frowned and asked, "So, we still don't have enough evidence?"

"But Professor Quirrell is being bullied -" Harry cried.

"—Maybe schizophrenia." Tom added.

"I'm more inclined to think that this is a very ancient and very evil black magic." Dumbledore's eyes finally fell on Tom. "Many magics are dangerous. I believe you have learned that even if the transformation fails, It may also cause irreversible consequences. There are many kinds of magical creatures in the wizarding world that are actually wizards who have failed to transform, such as the notorious five-legged monster. But black magic is different. Many black magics require a lot of effort even if the spell is successfully cast. The price may even subtly change the user’s temperament during long-term use.”

"I don't understand," Harry said confused.

"I guess what the headmaster means," said Tom, "is that Professor Quirrell used some kind of dark magic for some reason that we don't yet know, and now he's just paying the price for it." 7K妏婩

"But he was forced!" Harry shouted. "He cried a lot. He said he couldn't do it, and he didn't want to... Even if he had a wrong idea at the beginning, he must have regretted it now!"

"Do something!" Harry pleaded, "before it's too late!"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sympathizing with someone who tried to kill you several times?" he asked.

Harry was speechless for a moment, then whispered, "I believe he was forced to."

Dumbledore stood up, held his wand, and said, "What you said makes sense, Harry. We cannot look at a person one-sidedly and arbitrarily."

He glanced at Tom out of the corner of his eye, and continued: "Forgive me, kid. The stubbornness and arrogance of the elderly always tend to obscure my eyes. If next time you think I have some inappropriate old-fashioned ideas, , please feel free to tell me.”

Tom pouted childishly, but felt less angry with Principal Dumbledore.

And Harry had already shouted eagerly: "You are not old at all!"

"Are you going to see Professor Quirrell, Headmaster?" Hermione asked.

"Can we go along?" Ron asked expectantly.

"I'm afraid not, kids." Dumbledore smiled. "You can continue to stay here and enjoy your afternoon tea. I'll be with you for a while and I'll be back soon." He promised.

He did come back soon, but with a gloomy face, he announced bad news to them: "Professor Quirrell has disappeared."

I don’t know whether it was Harry’s following that aroused the alertness of Quirrell and the mysterious voice, or the uneasiness caused by Professor Snape’s forceful intrusion into his office to check. In short, the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was in a mess, Quirrell. Most of the professor's personal belongings disappeared, the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, the floo powder can was knocked over on the side, and the shiny floo powder was scattered all over the floor.

"We speculate that he ran away decisively through the Internet after realizing something was wrong." Dumbledore said that he had asked all students to return to their dormitories through the campus broadcast, and the prefects of each college would count the number of people, and informed all professors of the division of labor. Search the campus and notify the portraits and ghosts to keep an eye out.

"Let's go, kids, I'll take you back to your dormitory first."

"So, who is the person who really wants to kill me?" Harry hesitated and asked without moving.

"The truth," Dumbledore sighed, "is a beautiful and terrible thing, and it needs to be treated with caution. I will try to answer your questions, but there are things I think you are not fit to know yet."

"Sit down, kid." He sat back in his chair. "I don't think this can be finished in a while."

"The shadow hiding behind Professor Quirrell, the murderer who really wants to kill you, we currently do not have enough evidence to prove his identity. As I said before, the information we have is very limited, and the conclusion we can draw Most of them rely on conjecture and speculation, and I cannot tell such uncertain answers to my students," Dumbledore said.

"You just need to remember that there is a guy who has bad intentions for you hiding in the dark, so be careful. But don't worry too much. The reason why those guys are hiding in the dark is because they can't see the light, just like The first snow under the scorching sun will melt as soon as it is exposed to the sun.”

"Why...why did he want to kill me?" Harry asked.

"Well," Dumbledore sighed heavily, "since the identity of the other party is not certain, the motive is difficult to say. But I think we will always know."

Tom felt that Dumbledore was probably trying to say, "You'll always know."

He suspected that Dumbledore actually knew a lot but just didn't want to tell them. This is normal. Adults always think that this is something that children should not know, and that is also something that children should not know. But adults always underestimate the sensitivity of children.

Would an ordinary eleven-year-old wizard provoke an adult enemy who wanted to kill him? The possibility is too small. But what if this little wizard is the savior? That's normal: his destined enemy, the Dark Lord, his loyal followers, all owners of vested interests who don't want their status quo to be broken by "salvation" actions, and those who pursue fame and fortune and want to step on the name of the savior. The guy who has made a name for himself...

Just thinking about it, Tom could count several types of enemies for Harry. Thinking about how the other party could make Dumbledore carefully use the Philosopher's Stone to set up a trap, and how he could deceive so many outstanding professors in the school, he must not be an unknown person in the wizarding world. Dumbledore just didn't want to say it.

"Then what should we do now?" Ron asked blankly.

"If you have no more questions, I can escort you back to your dormitory now." Dumbledore said.

"What happens next?" Harry was also confused.

Hermione clicked her tongue loudly.

"Gentlemen," Dumbledore said kindly, "I think your next task is to focus on studying. The most important task of a student is to study, right?"

He asked the most horrifying concern in the kindest tone: "Did your attempt to turn the mouse into a snuff box go well? I have taught transfiguration classes before, and now that I still have time, you might as well show me the spells one by one. Maybe I can give you some advice.”

Harry and Ron's eyes were wandering and their expressions were dull.

Hermione and Tom happily took out their wands.

"Are there any mice here?" Tom asked.

"Not yet, but I think Fawkes will probably be able to catch a few soon -" Before Dumbledore could finish his words, the furious Fawkes stretched his neck in Tom's arms and pointed at Dumbledore's white beard. Sparks were ejected with a vengeance.

"Ouch!" Dumbledore jumped up with a frown on his face.