[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

The week after the exam was very enjoyable. Every student went crazy and wanted to have fun in the last moment before the scores came out.

Tom is also very busy. Since the school library does not allow magic books to be borrowed and read at home, he suddenly learned the copying spell and was busy copying the books he wanted to continue reading during the holidays.

He had to admit that the last exchange in the library with the big guy whose name I couldn't mention left some traces in his heart - at least he had not thought about his future exactly before. .

If Gringotts no longer offered him the service of exchanging galleons after graduation, and he could no longer stay at Hogwarts, then where would he go? Where can he continue to study magic? Does he have enough financial support or knowledge reserves?

Thinking about it, time is very tight, and Tom feels that he must seize every minute and every second to study.

The last Quidditch match was also held during this week. With Harry, the best seeker in recent years, Gryffindor successfully defeated Ravenclaw and won the Quidditch trophy.

On the podium, Wood cried with snot and tears, thanked everyone incoherently, and finally threw himself at his players, smearing his snot and tears on their robes.

"If it weren't for the house elves providing laundry service," Harry said half-seriously, "I wouldn't even want this dress."

Speaking of house elves, Dumbledore said that the remaining empty skin bags found in the library had been corroded by the breath of the undead and illuminated by Tom's magical light, making them brittle and fragile. So in the end Tom could only collect the remaining ashes in a delicate small box and return it to Luo Luo.

Luo Luo held the box holding the box containing a handful of residual ashes that could no longer be distinguished. She couldn't even cry. Her eyes as big as tennis balls were like two dry wells.

Several of the children who followed were very sad.

"Lolo," Tom squatted down and looked at it, "let's bury them together. Plant the seeds in front of the tombstone, and flowers will bloom next year."

Luo Luo was pushed in a daze to pack up his brother's belongings - there were very few things, only a tea towel embroidered with the Hogwarts school emblem that was left to change, and some sheepskins with notes on caring for plants carefully written down in the corner. The paper looked like it had been recycled from students' unwanted homework, and every wrinkle had been carefully smoothed out.

Tom originally wanted to build a tomb for it, but when he saw how little was left, he had to give up the plan.

Luo Luo slowly put his brother's tea towel on himself.

"If Luoluo doesn't wash it," it said suddenly, "it smells like Luoluo."

Hermione let out a sob.

They found an empty space on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, dug a small cemetery for the dead house elves, solemnly buried the small wooden box in it, and then erected three small tombstones.

Tom didn't know what he should write. Logically speaking, he should write "the best friends of wizards", "here lie three house elves who are dedicated to their duties", but then think about the origins of these little monsters. These words seemed like sarcasm with an ulterior motive.

So in the end he waved his magic wand and carved "Coco's Tomb", "Ruda's Tomb" and "Rogg's Tomb" in sequence.

The other house elves stood aside solemnly. Luo Luo looked at his brother's name and finally threw himself in front of the small tombstone and cried bitterly.

They thought it best to leave Rollo and his brother alone for a while, and as they were leaving, Tom heard Rollo's cries gradually subside.

He looked back and saw Luo Luo looking at the tombstone blankly, and heard it whisper: "Roger... is free."

Tom took a step back as if he had been jerked by flames.

He was startled by the killing intent that suddenly burst out in his heart.

He didn't care to say anything more to his friends, he just barely concealed his expression and hurried to the principal's office.

"...Then we went to bury the elf, right on the edge of the Forbidden Forest." Tom held the mug in one hand, and with the other hand he kept gently pushing away Fox who was trying to stretch his head to drink milk. "When we left, I heard Rolo say, 'Roger...is free.'"

"It mentions freedom," Tom said uneasily. "Is this normal for house elves? Will the curse weaken over time?"

Dumbledore pondered for a moment and comforted: "Maybe it doesn't mean what we thought. Even if one or two house elves occasionally have abnormal thoughts, it will not affect the overall situation."

"Ha, wizards still believe that the emergence of a savior can save the world!" Tom retorted with laughter.

Dumbledore was speechless, then shook his head and laughed.

"You are right, you cannot rely on a savior to save the world and change the destiny. In the end, you have to rely on yourself. Everyone has to stand up on their own." He said thoughtfully.

"When you take the express home, I will find a reason to transfer Luo Luo to other positions. He just lost his only relative, so he might as well take a rest. As for the other house elves, I will also pay attention."

"As for now, I suggest you go back and prepare for tomorrow's year-end banquet. I might as well tell you in advance that this time the scores of Gryffindor and Slytherin are tied."

"I don't think Professor Snape will be happy," Tom said with a smile.

"You still want him to be happy," Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, "after all, you have to rely on him to make you medicine during the holidays."

As soon as Tom let go, Fox successfully put his mouth into the cup and drank the milk happily.

"Y-yeah." He laughed dryly.

It's a pity that of course the professors knew the final destination of the Academy Cup earlier than he did. Professor Snape's face turned dark when he saw Tom. The words "I really regret that I only deducted fifty points" were almost written on his face.

"I will send you a week's worth of medicine every week. Every half a month, use this portkey to come to me for follow-up consultation." Snape didn't even want to say more, and pushed a keychain in the shape of a potion bottle to he.

Tom observed it carefully and did not take it.

"What," Snape snorted and said slyly, "the Gryffindor know-it-all doesn't even know the portkey?"

"I know about the portkey, Professor." Tom said with an embarrassed smile, "I'm just worried that I'll be too dizzy after using the portkey and accidentally vomit. What should I do?"

Snape turned blue.

"If you puke on my floor again—" Snape hissed, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"So why don't you give me the address, professor?" Tom requested. "After all, dizziness is a physiological reaction and is beyond my control."

Huh, once I get the address, I’ll ask my parents to come visit and thank you!

Snape glared at him fiercely, and Tom smiled back - ha, no matter how fierce Professor Snape is, can he be as fierce as the Dark Lord?

In the end, Snape reluctantly took out a piece of paper and wrote the address to him. While writing, he said coldly: "I think the smart Mr. Locke should know that minors should not run around alone, right?"

He emphasized the word "alone."

Tom nodded and said, "I will go accompanied by my parents."

Snape handed him the address and smiled maliciously: "It's best to ask them to wait at the door, otherwise... potion making sometimes uses some unconventional materials..."

He deliberately hinted in the direction of horror stories, but Tom ignored him and thanked him with a smile: "Professor is so considerate, and he is worried that the potion will scare my family."

"go out!"

Tom went out and closed the door thoughtfully.

When he went out, he met Harry running towards him.

When Harry saw him, he raised his hand high and motioned for him to look at what he was holding.

"Look!" he cried cheerfully, "what Hagrid gave me!"

It is a photo album with a beautiful leather cover.

To be honest, Tom couldn't help but get goosebumps when he touched the leather book now.

"Hagrid sent an owl to deliver a letter to some of my parents' old classmates, asking for photos of my parents." Harry said happily with tears in his eyes, "I love it so much. Seeing their photos in school, it's like It’s like they are accompanying me to school.”

"I heard that Professor Snape is also their classmate," Harry said expectantly. "Maybe he also has photos of my parents?"

"Ah...this..."

"I'll ask him!" Before Tom could rack his brains for something to say, Harry had already opened the door to Snape's office excitedly.

Tom sighed and walked away, deciding to wait for Harry. He guessed that Harry would be kicked out soon.

He was not wrong. It didn't take long for Harry to come out wiping tears.

"He was so cruel. He said he didn't have it and wanted me to get out," Harry cried. "He wanted me to leave the photo album before I left. He wouldn't return it to me until tomorrow night."

Tom was extremely sympathetic and silently walked back with Harry.

"I think..." Harry said hesitantly, "Maybe someone knows where my parents are buried. I want to see them."

"You can ask the principal." Tom suggested, "After all, it's not convenient for you to go around during the holidays, right?"

"You're right." Harry made up his mind, wiped away his tears, said goodbye to Tom, and headed towards the principal's office.

The next evening, they went to the year-end dinner together. Half of the Great Hall was decorated in gold and red, representing Gryffindor, and the other half was decorated in silver and green, representing Slytherin. A large banner hung on the wall behind the guest of honor seat, on which a lion and a snake were chasing each other and playing.

The professors arranged it very carefully. Several colors were mixed together to make the design very coordinated, and the transition of colors was also natural. But only Principal Dumbledore could smile sincerely and happily, and the students in other houses were not satisfied.

Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw missed out on the House Cup again, while Gryffindor and Slytherin, who won the House Cup, were unhappy because they had to share it with each other.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said happily, selectively ignoring the unhappy little faces below. "Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's cliche." 7K妏橩

"What a wonderful year it has been! Hogwarts is becoming more beautiful and harmonious every day thanks to your joint efforts. Yes, harmony, look at our Great Hall! This is the first time in many years that two houses have shared a house. The grand scene of the cup, what a harmonious color! We are sitting together at this moment, the colors converge into a riot of colors, and the radiance of each person makes the overall color richer and more colorful."

"Today we are gathered together as a friendly family, with the whole summer vacation waiting for us. I implore you today to forget about the differences between colleges, forget about the differences between grades, forget about the differences between teachers and students, all of us, together Enjoy this moment!”

Dumbledore raised his wand high and fired countless fireworks from the wand's head, causing everyone to exclaim and laugh. The entire auditorium suddenly turned into a sea of ​​joy. All students exchanged seats at will and raised their hands to everyone. The more courageous students lined up to toast the professors.

Professor Snape kept a straight face, but did not refuse any student's toast. Professor McGonagall was no longer serious, she was giggling, and her bun was tilted to one side. Professor Flitwick conjured up many small salutes for the students to play with. Professor Sprout secretly threw hangover herbs into the cup...

They played until midnight that night. Principal Dumbledore urged them repeatedly before they reluctantly returned to their dormitory to sleep. Naturally, I almost couldn't get up the next day. Everyone was hurriedly checking their luggage. The prefects yawned and stuffed into their hands the notice that no magic was allowed to be used during the holiday.

Just like that, in the chaos of war, they boarded the Hogwarts Express. As the train moved, they took off their wizard robes and put on Muggle clothes. Finally, the train stopped at Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station.

Tom checked once again whether he had missed anything, then dragged his suitcase and birdcage to say goodbye to his friends, and then happily ran towards his parents who came to pick him up.

The happy summer vacation is about to begin.