[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The mist-condensed paw loosened, and Tom watched as his wand rolled away into the darkness in the distance.

"Ambition," the monster whispered, "the spicy smell of ambition is in the air."

Its red eyes looked at Tom quietly.

"What brings you here late at night?" it asked. "Do you crave...power?"

"I... don't know." Tom said, thinking to himself, if he had known that this big boss was hiding here, he would definitely stay in the dormitory and sleep peacefully tonight!

"Confused child." Its voice said with a smile, "You are not a pure-blood wizard, are you?"

"No," Tom said honestly, "Pumpkin wizards, the kind you hate the most."

"The world has many misunderstandings about me." The monster said calmly, "Greatness leads to jealousy, jealousy leads to resentment, and resentment breeds lies. What I hate are fools who can't see their own position clearly."

"Let me tell you a secret——"

"If possible, I don't want to hear it." Tom interrupted quickly, "The principal said that knowledge has value. I think secrets also have a price."

"Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore..." it sighed, "He must be paying close attention to you, right? He is closely observing your every move and always guiding your thoughts... What can you do? , Tom?”

"...It seems that you have been paying attention to me for a long time."

Too. Tom thought, such a big boss would not just catch a student wandering at night and just jump out and shout: I am the contemporary Dark Lord. I have a fortune in the magical world, but it is frozen now. As long as you help me today, I will definitely leave a place for you among the Death Eaters in the future.

Yes, Tom has realized that this big boss, whose name cannot be mentioned, is trying to seduce him.

"How like going back in time and reappearing yesterday!" The pale mist surged, exuding waves of chill.

What does yesterday mean again? Tom shut his mouth.

"Have you noticed his scrutinizing gaze?" the monster asked, "Have you noticed the doubt in his heart? No matter how well-behaved he is, doubt and scrutiny always follow him. Pride and prejudice are like gangrene on the tarsus..."

"But a wizard like Dumbledore can never understand..." It whispered into Tom's ear, with overlapping echoes, "He can't understand me, and he can't understand you..."

"How ridiculous... condescending patrons... like Queen Mary innocently asking a peasant if he can't afford bread, why not eat cake?"

It laughed resentfully, like two cracked pieces of leather rubbing against each other.

"Yeah, why can't we Muggle-born wizards just keep to ourselves?" it laughed at itself.

...The boss is really willing to buy this book. Tom thought expressionlessly. If he had run out alive and shouted: The Dark Lord was born in the Muggle world! People in the wizarding world must have thought he was crazy.

"Have you ever been to Knockturn Alley? No? Good boy... you must have seen those so-called dark wizards who look out furtively at the entrance of the alley, like ditch rats, right?"

It laughed maliciously: "Guess, guess, my child. Guess, what are the origins of those dark wizards who are as embarrassed as street rats and are spurned by others?"

Eh?

"Yes, yes..." Those red eyes seemed to be able to read minds, "Those guys with real wizard backgrounds have their own place to go after graduation...either inherit the family business, or the family has enough gold galleons to sponsor them to take risks. , do research... The Ministry of Magic is also a world dominated by pure-blood wizards, and the network of connections they have built over the generations makes every wizard born in the Muggle world breathless."

"Glass ceiling. I remember how the Muggles described it. Very, very appropriate." The monster said softly.

"Beautiful witches sometimes have another path - to be attached to their husbands, become part of the wizarding family, and escape the sad fate of being born from hemp species. But others? Ha..."

"You are born as a Muggle, tell me, Tom..." the monster asked him, "How many magical coins are allowed to be exchanged at Hogwarts every year? How many are left after you buy the things that are necessary for each school year? What capital will you have after you graduate seven years ago? When you walk out of school high-spirited and full of hope, you will find that you have nothing..."

"You have nothing..." the monster said gloomily, "Reality will educate you and teach you to kowtow and obey those mediocre people who are inferior to you. Crush your teeth, break your spine, and bow! Pay tribute to this damn fate! "

The monster roared angrily, and the white mist surged fiercely.

"..." Tom was speechless.

"So those dark wizards..." Tom found that his voice was also horribly dry.

"So those dark wizards..." The fog gradually subsided, "Yes, yes, when you can no longer go back to being a Muggle, when you have nothing but magic in the magical world, when you refuse to bow to the mainstream of the magical world. Accept your fate, if only once you take a risk to survive..."

"Jean Valjean who stole bread, Fantine who fell into the flower street... yes, that's right, unstable elements of society." The monster smiled, "In the magic world, this kind of person is called a 'dark wizard'. "

"What's ridiculous is that truly powerful and safe black magic is often only spread among ancient and pure wizard families, so even a dark wizard has to be the lowest-ranking, beggar-like black wizard..."

The monster said contemptuously: "Does that deserve to be called a dark wizard?"

"Just some desperate poor people... Just the reflection of you and me, the Sword of Damocles hanging above our heads..." it whispered, "It's the shadow in the mirror, the fragments on the future branch line."

"Have you really thought about your future?"

"Tell me, what brings you here late at night?" it asked again, "Do you crave...power?"

This time Tom couldn't answer.

The boss is really powerful... Tom thought. Even if you know that it has bad intentions, even if you know that it is an evil villain, you still think it makes sense.

Did they chat for ten minutes?

He has begun to waver!

"I don't know." Tom finally chose to answer it honestly. Who hasn't seen such a big boss? Lying will only make him look down on him, and a worthless person... He still remembers what happened to Professor Quirrell after he lost his worth.

"Open your heart..." the monster called, "let me help you..."

"But I don't trust you." Tom said frankly. "The last person who opened his heart to you was Professor Quirrell. His end was not very good."

"Honesty is a virtue... Frank communication is the bridge of mutual understanding." The monster said approvingly, "Ah, Quirinas, you brought me back to Hogwarts from far away Albania all the way... But His talent is limited, his soul is burned out, he can only go so far..."

"I'm sorry, very sorry... But that's the fact. Not every friend can always be with me, and some people will always leave us midway. But it doesn't matter..."

"I will always remember him...Voldemort will not treat those who helped him badly."

"But he died."

"His talent can only go so far, kid. He entrusted his life to me... He has carried me, and I will always carry his expectations."

"This is the cruel reality...Mediocre people can't reach the end despite trying everything. They can only choose to entrust their expectations to more talented people...Talent is also a kind of burden. Move forward with a heavy load and never stop...Maybe One day I will also fall down on the way and become a kindling, a signpost..."

"What about you, when do you plan to set off?" The fog quietly filled Tom's side and surrounded him. "Or do you plan to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich, not listening or thinking?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. I mean, it's a little hard to think under your spell. I'm not sure if what I'm thinking of is what you want me to think, or if it's something I actually recognize."

The monster laughed.

"Excellent. There are always times when my tired heart feels that there is still hope for the wizarding world."

"It doesn't matter...it doesn't matter, Tom." the monster said softly, "think as much as you like, this is the power that fools fear. I have seen the fire..."

"But I'm not going to open my heart to you. Whether you really appreciate me or just plan to use me, it's not a safe thing for you to possess me."

"Then what are you going to do?" the monster asked calmly, "I'm asking you just out of respect and politeness...and you don't even have a wand anymore."

"No matter what, I will try my best to struggle." Tom replied, "A hero like you must have enough courage to understand me."

"Yes, yes... We will never sit still in the face of fate..." The Dark Lord praised, "Come on, child, let us bow to each other first according to the etiquette of wizard duels."

The blurry human figure condensed in the mist bowed towards him.

Tom took a deep breath and bowed to the Muggle-born senior.

"Very good, hold your head high and act like a man." The Dark Lord pointed at him like a senior, "Are you ready? Look at me -"

Tom opened his hands to him and shouted with all his strength, "Light!"

The magic power all over his body boiled and rushed towards his hands according to his will. But it was too much, too urgent, and countless magic powers leaked directly from the skin and turned into light. The dazzling, dazzling, white light spurted out, filling everything in sight in an instant!

"what--"

Tom screamed, feeling that the skin all over his body was burning like a burn. His eyes first stung to the point of tears, and then there was only an empty white space left. Finally, he could no longer feel the pain in his eyeballs——

But the light of magic flowing freely and illuminating everything gave him a general perception - the pale mist in front of him was forced to retreat under the too dazzling light, and the core group quickly retreated and then passed through the wall.

The books in the forbidden book area were awakened, and countless magic books screamed in a long and miserable tune, dodging in a panic, making a lot of noise.

Through the wall, he could still vaguely perceive a ball of flying flames in the sky, roaring angrily and swooping down towards the escaping mist.

That's it.

Tom thought vaguely. The next moment he was completely unconscious.