[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom was rarely panicked when he woke up.

Because there was darkness before his eyes, an unspeakable burning pain all over his body, and a slight feeling of coolness that was better than nothing.

And he also felt that he was being restrained... couldn't he? Can the Dark Lord who was forcibly exposed still manage to escape under Fox's wrath and Principal Dumbledore, who was obviously also alarmed, and even kidnapped him? Then he has to re-evaluate the strength of both parties...

He struggled impatiently, and then heard Ron screaming: "He moved!"

Well, it can still be confirmed that it is safe.

After all, it would be pointless to kidnap Ron simultaneously...

He struggled again, proving that he was indeed awake.

The voice that hurried from far to near belonged to Madam Pomfrey—

"Don't move! Child, don't move." Probably Madam Pomfrey's hand held him down gently but firmly, causing a sharp pain at the place of contact.

Tom tried to cry out in pain, but found that his voice was hoarse and he could not utter any meaningful words...

"?" Tom froze.

"Don't worry, child." Madam Pomfrey comforted, "It's just a burn. Professor Snape's ointment is very useful. You will be fine soon..."

"You're wrapped like a mummy, so don't move around." Hermione said angrily, crying, "You've been in a coma for three days!"

Tom was speechless, could hardly move, and was at the mercy of others.

Madam Pomfrey quickly took something that was probably a funnel and stuffed it into his mouth, and poured in a potion that was as thick as old mud dug out of a swamp. Tom was almost made to roll his eyes. ——This tastes too bad!

"You can drink more of this," said Snape, who seemed to be standing by and admiring the miserable sight of Tom being force-fed the potion, "I've endured a lot."

Tom could almost imagine the sneer on Snape's lips.

"Perhaps Mr. Locke will be happy to tell me," Snape said softly, "why you are at curfew where you clearly shouldn't be?"

He pretended to listen for a while.

"Well, since I have nothing to say," Snape said coldly, "Fifty points from Gryffindor. What's your objection?"

He waited patiently for a while longer.

"It seems that there is no more. Labor service, report to Filch after discharge." He left with satisfaction.

Tom lay slumped on the bed and listened to Snape's brisk footsteps walking away.

"Professor Snape is angry," Harry whispered, and then Tom realized that Harry was there too.

"Professor Snape has been working non-stop for the past few days to brew various potions for you." Harry told him, "You haven't seen his greasy hair and thick dark circles under his eyes. He has no time to take care of it. Own."

"Professor McGonagall is mad." This was Ron speaking. "She thought you were dead - we all thought you were dead. You were just a ball of light at the time. Fawkes rushed over and dragged you out, Dumbledore." Principal Lido cast a lot of spells, colorful and swishing—"

"Professor Sinistra took a leave of absence. She went to visit the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest to see if she could get you some special medicine." Hermione added, "The Weasley twins are coming to visit you with a toilet seat. , I refused - it was so unhygienic! How many germs!"

"Neville bought dried rabbit's feet," Ron said. "But I thought it was fake. I didn't say it. After all, I meant it sincerely."

Tom could neither speak nor move, and could only listen silently as his friends told him in accusing tones what had happened next.

"Man," Harry concluded, "you're scaring everyone."

"You should recuperate first." Hermione said decisively, "When you get better, I'll wait for your explanation." Seven

She took the other two and rushed to class.

Tom spent a long week in the hospital wing, forced to drink Snape's specially flavored potion every day. After he could barely make a sound and said that if he drank so many such unpleasant potions, he would have no appetite at all, Professor Snape thoughtfully sent him a nutritional potion with a special flavor.

...Tom immediately said that it was actually not that bad.

To prove that what he said was true, he drank the potion for the first time without being forced to drink it. He choked and rolled his eyes.

Snape was watching from the side with a malicious look on his face.

"Drink more if you like, I've cooked a big pot." Snape said in a friendly tone, "Anyway, no one else needs to drink this except you."

Tom begged him for mercy: "Professor, I was wrong! I will never go out at night again!"

"You don't want to go out at night?" Snape snorted coldly, didn't bother to pay attention to him, threw his robe and walked away.

The next person to visit him was Headmaster Dumbledore.

"I heard you're much better, Tom." Dumbledore said happily. "I stopped Minerva and I hope you won't be disappointed. I don't think now is a good time to meet. Maybe Minerva will look at you." The new look made me cry.”

"I'm sorry," Tom said guiltily, "for making everyone worry."

"Making mistakes is a child's privilege. Who doesn't grow up with mistakes? Besides, you successfully found out the hidden dangers in the school, defeated Voldemort, and protected the safety of the school and yourself. This has exceeded my expectations. . I should give you extra points instead." Dumbledore hummed and opened the candies on the bedside table.

Tom was even more ashamed, and after much deliberation he had to continue: "I'm sorry."

"Perhaps you have the energy now to tell what happened?" Dumbledore asked.

Tom hesitated and said frankly: "I went to the [restricted] book area that day - I'm sorry, principal, I violated the school rules."

"Ah, regarding this, I have heard about Professor Snape's punishment for you." Dumbledore motioned for him to continue.

"Then I found something blocked in the crack of the bookshelf," Tom felt goosebumps creeping up as he recalled it. "I was wondering what it was, and then it came out and told me it was from a house elf. The skin was left because it was too unpalatable..."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment at this cruel description.

Tom subconsciously skipped the Dark Lord's doubts and scrutiny about the fate of Muggle-born wizards and the so-called "yesterday reappearance", and said: "Then it asked me if I wanted power? It asked me to open my heart to it... I Tell it that I don't trust it. Although I know it is powerful, I will never sit still and wait for death——"

"Well done," agreed Dumbledore, "for grabbing fate by the throat - or so Alice said? A Muggle musician..."

"...Beethoven, sir," said Tom. "He wrote 'For Alice.'"

Dumbledore laughed awkwardly.

"Then I glowed, just to give it a try..." Tom recalled, "and he took my wand away, so I had to try something else... Lumos (note: fluorescent flashes) originally It's a variation of the word 'light', so I boldly tried it to see if I could increase its power.

"

"Why light?" Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him through his round glasses.

"It's what you said, '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, it melts as soon as it's exposed.' Besides, in the novels I read, the undead are all afraid of them. Daylight. Speaking of which, this was my inspiration." Tom said and sighed, "I still have too little magic, and I can't think of any particularly powerful spells at the moment."

"But I didn't expect the sequelae to be so serious." Tom couldn't help complaining, "My own magic power actually hurt myself... This is unscientific!"

"But it's magical," Dumbledore teased.

"It is very risky to turn magic power into light so violently during the magic growth period." Dumbledore said, "Even if your trauma is healed, you will have to continue taking Professor Snape's potion in the next few months. Otherwise, there is no telling when the magic power that still has the tendency of actinization will break out in your body again, and you have to use negative magic potions to appease and resolve them."

Tom's face was full of despair: "Then tell him, don't drink so hard... If this continues, I will be pickled..."

Dumbledore smiled very kindly, but decisively rejected him.

"Okay." Thomson paralyzed helplessly for a while, then braced himself to ask the question he had been curious about for a long time: "Did Voldemort escape?"

"Unfortunately, yes. He is not really alive, so he cannot be truly killed. Besides, he is now willing to lower his head to absorb the mixed vitality. Obviously, a protracted war or more than a dozen is powerful for him."

"What's wrong with absorbing too much life force?"

"Of course there is nothing wrong with purified vitality, except that it is taboo. But he currently has no conditions for purification. Mixed vitality will harm the origin of his life, and it will become very troublesome when he reshapes his body."

"Why did he appear in the library?" Tom said unhappily, "I thought he was hiding in the Forbidden Forest."

"Perhaps it was because we all guessed that he hid back in the castle. Sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest place. As for the library, the messy magical atmosphere of the magic book did effectively cover up his traces, which also shows that He is already weakened to a certain extent."

"So we will win?"

Dumbledore stood up, lowered his head and blinked at him, "Yes, the campus is safe, Voldemort has escaped. Maybe one day he will come back, but we will win in the end, because the light of justice is eternal in our hearts."

Tom watched Principal Dumbledore eating candy and walking out of the ward, but the Dark Lord's words once again came to his mind.

Doubt and scrutiny always follow, pride and prejudice are like tarsal gangrene...

When you walk out of school high-spirited and full of hope, you will find that you have nothing; reality will educate you and teach you to kowtow and bow to those mediocre people who are not as good as you...

glass ceiling…

Why can't we Muggle-born wizards just keep to ourselves?

The light of justice is eternal... Who defines justice?