[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

In the dead of night, Tom climbed out of bed secretly.

He had already finished reading the book "First Interpretation of Magic", and the parts he thought were valuable, as well as his experiences during the experiment, had been recorded in his notebook.

So he planned to take advantage of the time before reviewing before the exam to get an advanced version and take a look. There is a basic analysis, and maybe there are intermediate, advanced and even ultimate analysis. This book is still very useful, at least it gave him a new idea.

Think about it, when wizards fight, other wizards will hold small wooden sticks and say "biu~biu~biu~". He throws the wand and stretches out his hand and starts "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"

How cool!

It just takes too much magic.

Tom walked to the library by a familiar route. He knew this path so well that he didn't need a lit wand to follow it, only the thin sliver of moonlight filtering through the corridor window to determine his direction.

Mrs. Norris has already fed him in advance, and the smart cat lady will not lead Mr. Filch this way. Professor Sinistra is on night patrol today. This witch likes to look at the stars, so the night patrol routes often choose corridors with more windows where you can enjoy the night sky.

So there won't be any surprises today.

Tom entered the library smoothly, lit his wand, crossed the rope marking the restricted [book] area, and walked deeper into the library based on his memory.

The restricted [book] area was still as scary as when he last came back. There were the tinny sounds of unknown objects rubbing against each other, whispers whose specific content was unclear, and the cold night wind blowing from nowhere seemed to surround them. The weak light from the wand illuminated the crooked bookshelves around him. From the corner of his eye, he could see countless pairs of vicious eyes or grinning mouths on the bookshelves, but when he looked closely, there was nothing there.

The books on the bookshelf are still so unfriendly. The twisted emblems on the spine and cover, the half-dried blood stains, the painfully lifelike human faces, the silently wailing portraits of banshees, etc., all look so terrifying.

Tom walked cautiously among the bookshelves, restraining himself from looking too much, but soon he found that he seemed to be lost.

He couldn't find the bookshelf from last time.

"It's obviously right here." He muttered a little irritably.

After turning a few more turns, I still didn’t see it. Tom had no choice but to find a bookshelf that still had space and the books on it looked a little normal, and stuffed the books in his hands into it.

"New neighbours," he shrugged and said to the book, "I hope you get along well."

He felt a little silly talking to the book, but there was no one else here anyway. So he smiled to himself, raised his wand and tried to see what books were around him, so that if he wanted to borrow this "First Introduction to Magic", he could find a place.

"The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic, The Failed Magical Ritual, One Hundred Curses You Need to Know..." Tom suddenly saw that there was a book in this row that had not been put away and half of it was exposed. So he reached out and pushed the book "The Adventures of XX" written in strange fonts inside - the reason why it was XX was because most of the writing was peeled off and it was really hard to read clearly.

But can't push it in.

It's like something has been stuffed inside.

Tom hesitated for a moment.

Will there be any agency? Just like in TV or novels, something is inserted or fucked, and then the secret room door opens?

Tom pulled out the book. The moment he pulled it out, the book suddenly became as cold as a piece of thousand-year-old ice. He hissed and failed to hold it. He hurriedly fished it in the air several times before catching it. . The strange thing is that the book has returned to its original temperature, not cold at all.

Tom frowned and looked at his hands, the strange coldness still lingering on his fingers. He was a little worried, but after observing it, there seemed to be no other problems.

"There's something inside..." He raised his wand and squinted his eyes to look into the gap from a distance, but because he was a little far away, he could still only see a vague shadow.

"What is it?" he said to himself, wondering whether he should dig into it so deeply.

"It's the skin of a house elf."

A low voice spoke softly behind him.

Tom jumped with fright!

"Don't shout." Something sharp touched his neck with a biting chill. "Quiet, kid."

"I'm sorry to scare you, kid," the dark voice said slowly.

Listening to that voice for a few more words would make one feel dizzy, irritated and nauseous, but Tom did not dare to weaken his legs at this moment - the sharp object against his neck stabbed lightly through the thin skin very steadily. It's on his carotid artery.

"But house elves are too unpalatable. Although their bodies contain extraordinary magic, those curses are really unpalatable." The voice said politely.

"It's a pity that there is no room for picky eaters..." it sighed, "there is a little extra skin left, dry it in the sun, roll it up and put it away, maybe I can make some leather books in the future."

Instead, Tom slowly calmed down. If this guy didn't deliberately lie to intimidate him, then the problem would be huge now and there would be no point in panicking.

"What shall I call you, sir?" asked Tom in a slightly trembling voice.

"Me?" The voice was silent for a moment, "I am the shadow within the shadow, and also the invisible soul..."

The cold and pale mist spread quietly and enveloped Tom. Every skin contact made Tom feel that a lot of heat was taken away from his body. As the mist spread and slowly gathered in front of Tom, a pair of red eyes slowly opened.

"I once stood on top of the world," the monster condensed in the mist said eerily, "and I also sank into the mire of the forest. But anything that doesn't kill me will only make me stronger..."

Its voice had a cold echo, as if countless dead souls were whispering simultaneously, echoing, wailing, and distorting the world of the living. Tom had to desperately suppress the discomfort of being dizzy and nauseous.

"Look at me, child..." Those flashing red eyes came closer to Tom, "Even if only shadow and steam are left, I am still immortal..."

"This is magic," it whispered in Tom's ear.

"It's pretty cool," Tom said sincerely.

On the one hand it did sound amazing, but on the other hand it was because Tom was calmer.

Although I don’t know why this person wants to talk so much—maybe it’s been too long since I’ve talked to anyone? But procrastination clearly worked in Tom's favor.

Tom's sincere compliment evidently pleased him.

The mist monster smiled hoarsely, took a step back, and generously removed most of the mist from Tom, saving him from freezing to death. But he also took away his wand.

"Wand." It looked at Tom's wand. "Long time no see."

"But it makes no sense to me right now."

The monster sighed, his voice overlapping.