[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

There was a big fuss going on with Ginny.

Tom and the others heard afterward that they actually notified their parents.

Ginny didn't show up at all for the rest of the day, and the Sorting Ceremony was made up for her alone at lunch the next day. As soon as the shy little girl heard the sorting result of "Gryffindor", she quickly took off her hat, ran towards her brothers, and hid behind them, like a little girl who was frightened by the storm outside. The little animal cubs were holding on to their brothers' robes and shivering.

The red-haired boys also had serious faces and used fierce eyes to drive away those gossips one by one.

"Don't be afraid!" Percy shouted, scanning the Gryffindor table threateningly. "The brothers are all here."

Every student who received a fierce glare lowered his head and pretended to eat seriously. Even the Slytherins didn't want to provoke so many red weasels who were guarding their cubs.

"Eat it." Ron directly handed a large plate of fried chicken drumsticks to Ginny without taking any himself. "It's okay."

After dinner, he went for a walk in the yard and there were no other people around before Ron told them in a low voice what had happened.

"All luggage will have to go through the security check this year." He pulled his sleeves absently and said, "There was a problem during the inspection of Ginny's luggage. The professors found dark magic items in her luggage." 7K妏橩

Hermione put down the timetable and pink crayons on her hands, and repeated in surprise: "Ginny? Dark magic items?"

"Oh, yes, yes." Ron said distractedly. "Ginny said she didn't know where the diary came from. She found it in the textbook her parents bought for her. She I thought someone was pinching me there, and I thought I picked up a diary for nothing..."

"What dangers could there be in a diary?" Harry asked.

"I don't know." Ron shrugged, "But it is said that if you write on it, you will get a response."

"Headmaster Dumbledore said it was a very dangerous dark magic item and he confiscated it - Dad was very frustrated. You know, Ginny has always been the best-behaved little baby in our family. Who would have thought that she would be so reckless? Are you trusting a suspicious thing?"

"Dad always said, never trust anything that can think for itself until you see where its brain is. But Ginny didn't listen, even if she revealed a little bit to us. Fortunately, this The security check found it, otherwise we don’t know what price she would have paid for it.”

"Where is the origin of the diary? Have you found out?" Tom asked.

"How can we check this clearly? Maybe it was bought among second-hand books. This is also a common thing." Ron sighed and said, "What can we find out based on just a name in the diary?"

"what name?"

"Tom..." Ron tried to remember, "Tom Riddle."

"Oh." Tom said slowly, immediately remembering the special contribution award he saw in the trophy room.

"I think I know him," said Tom. "Headmaster Dumbledore once praised him as one of the best students he had ever seen."

"You're kidding," Harry said.

"The best student that Principal Dumbledore ever praised, and then his diary is a very dangerous dark magic item?" Hermione asked, "What kind of black humor is this?"

"If he's not good enough, obviously the things he transforms won't be dangerous enough, right?" Tom said. "Besides, what's so surprising about the depravity of good students? According to Principal Dumbledore, he can only do this after graduation. I was a clerk in a small store, so I later joined a social gang——"

"What I'm curious about is, why did he choose his own diary to target?" Tom pondered. "If Principal Dumbledore rated it as very dangerous, obviously the black magic attached to it must be extraordinary. Then why did he only choose an ordinary diary? A diary? It’s neither precious enough nor hidden enough.”

"Isn't the diary secret enough?" Harry was shocked. "I mean, who would be suspicious of a blank second-hand diary? Well, it's not all Ginny's fault."

"Of course," Tom said disapprovingly, "If it is just to harm people, desk lamps that emit obscure light waves, radio stations with frequencies that are inaudible to human ears, aroma diffusers or humidifiers with added ingredients-"

He suddenly stopped talking.

Because several friends cast frightened looks at him.

"It's not the first thing I thought of." Tom raised his hands to show his innocence to his friends. "There are many mentions in books like "Criminal Psychology", I just read it."

So they tacitly skipped this conversation, which was beginning to turn a little strange, and began to preview the afternoon's homework at Hermione's suggestion.

"What class do you have this afternoon?" Harry asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." Hermione blurted out, stroking her textbook cherishedly.

"Ah," Ron stretched his neck and exclaimed in surprise, "Did you just circle Lockhart's class with hearts?"

Hermione blushed, glared at Ron fiercely, and said, "If you don't want to preview, just go away!"

Ron had been waiting for this sentence. He beamed and chatted quietly with Harry about Quidditch.

Harry was a little distracted. He always felt as if someone was secretly watching him. After looking up several times to no avail, he pretended to give up, and then suddenly looked up and found a very thin little boy with gray hair who had been glancing at him quietly.

The boy who was caught red immediately blushed, breathed quickly, carefully moved a step forward, and asked: "Hello, Harry? My - my name is Colin Creevey. I am also in Gryffin. Much. Do you think—could—I take a picture of you?”

"Ah..." Harry was extremely embarrassed, "Take pictures?"

"This way I can prove that I saw you." Colin said eagerly, "I know everything about you. Everyone told me how you escaped from the mysterious man, how he disappeared, etc., your There is still a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead—" He searched Harry's forehead with his eyes almost impolitely.

Making Harry feel even more uncomfortable.

"Sorry." He said as politely as possible, "The truly great people who protected me in danger are my parents."

During the two days of vacation, he was taken by Principal Dumbledore to see his former residence, and he also visited his parents' cemetery. The sad, solemn, and those things that were originally private were turned into tourist attractions, and he The discomfort of having to leave his biological son ten years later still lingered in his heart.

The tone of Creevey's words and the way he looked at him were like the feeling he had when he saw the tourists looking at the statue of their family in Godric's Hollow, as if he was just a symbol, an object, but not a person. people.

Every one of them praised him, sang his praises, and lifted him up to the altar, but no one really cared about him. What they saw was the savior, never Harry Potter.

They couldn't see the sacrifice of his parents, and would rather place their hopes weakly and wishfully on a helpless one-year-old toddler——

Harry took a deep breath and suppressed his turbulent emotions.

But Colin Creevey was not aware of Harry's alienation at all, and was still begging him: "--If I could have a photo of you--maybe I could stand next to you and ask your friends to help click it?" And then… maybe you’d like to sign it?”

Harry was still racking his brains for how to tactfully give up his idea, so he was secretly relieved when Malfoy came over.

"Signed photos? Are you sending signed photos, Potter?" Malfoy mocked, standing behind Colin in a swagger.

His two burly friends had grown taller and stronger over the summer vacation. They stood like two walls, one on the left and the other on the right, completely shrouding Malfoy in shadow.

Malfoy didn't realize it at all, and shouted to the crowd even more enthusiastically: "Everyone, line up! Harry Potter is going to send out signed photos!"

"I didn't," Harry said angrily.

"Excuse me," Tom walked over and smiled at Malfoy, "the leftovers from your two friends' food fell on your head."

Malfoy's expression suddenly changed.

Clark and Goyle suddenly froze in confusion as they ate.

"Well, at least you will grow taller, young master?" Tom said pretending to be regretful.

Malfoy ruffled his hair with trembling hands, then glared wildly at all the snickering classmates, and ran quickly into the castle, probably rushing back to wash his hair.

Clark and Goyle looked at each other stupidly, hesitated for a moment, and then finished the snacks on their hands before clumsily chasing Malfoy and running away.

Unfortunately, the movement here still alarmed the professor. ——Gilderoy Lockhart strode over wearing a tailored turquoise robe, with a chic smile on his handsome face.

"What's going on, what's going on?" he shouted exaggeratedly, spreading his hands towards the students, showing his affinity in all directions, "Who is sending out signed photos?"

"No need to ask!" He hugged Harry affectionately and laughed happily, "We meet again, Harry!"

Harry closed his eyes in pain, wishing he had learned some self-defense skills or a clever escape spell.

"Come on, Mr. Creevey."

The strange thing is that he was not here before, and Colin Creevey was just a new student born from a hemp species, but Lockhart called out the other person's name.

"A double photo, it couldn't be a better deal. Both of us can sign it for you! What a memorable day." Lockhart exclaimed, with dramatic exaggeration in every word.

Even after taking the photo, he still held Harry tightly, and while greeting the students to go back to class, he personally led Harry into the castle.

"He's so handsome," Hermione said enchantedly.

indeed. Tom had to admit that the real person of Professor Gilderoy Lockhart was even more dazzling than his photos. He was very handsome, so handsome that it was almost inhuman.

His golden hair looked like gold threads in the sunlight, and even Malfoy's cherished hair was not as well maintained as him. His blue eyes are as charming as forget-me-not flowers, and every movement of his eyes exudes amazing charm. His teeth were sparkling white, making his red lips look as attractive as rose petals.

But for a few moments, Tom felt that his hair was as cold and hard as real gold, his blue eyes were as cold as inorganic matter, and his white teeth also shone coldly under the refraction of the light...

There seems to be something wrong with this professor. Tom thought thoughtfully.