[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Calvin, Calvin Benson." The senior introduced himself and winked at him slyly, "You are quite interesting."

Tom quickly retracted the dagger into his sleeve, winked at the senior, and said with a smile: "Call me Tom - Tom Locke. You are quite interesting, especially your practical little device."

Calvin laughed heartily, rolled up his sleeves to show him, and said, "Nothing, just a rubber band. I suddenly thought of it when I saw Professor Lockhart's wand being knocked away, so I borrowed one from a female classmate to try. try."

"It's not as good as you think. The disarming spell itself has impact, so the rubber band bounces back and it hurts a lot." He said with lingering fear, "I almost burst into tears."

"I still feel like I can't use my hand very well right now," he said.

"Then no rubber band," said Tom. "You know that kind of ring that looks a little like a tiger finger? How about a wand?"

"No, no, no." Calvin shook his head repeatedly, "I tried it, and the impact was too great. If there is no buffer, the wand will definitely break."

Calvin shook his head and sighed, complaining to Tom: "You don't know, this is my second wand. My first wand was casually inserted into the back pocket of my jeans, and then... waited for me to pull it out. By the time it was used, it had already been broken into two pieces.”

"The wooden ones are just not strong," Calvin concluded.

"Then why not put a protective metal case on the wand?" Tom asked.

Calvin looked at him dumbfounded: "What a great idea... coat it with a layer of magic metal! It's strong and doesn't affect the transmission of magic power! It can also be lengthened and made heavier! Even if the magic power is gone, it's still more powerful to hit people with!"

Tom was also stunned: "??? This is pretty good!"

"You can also mount other weapons." Tom was inspired, "For example, crossbows and arrows. When you hook your finger, the arrows will swish and release, and it won't prevent me from casting magic spells-"

"Tom Locke!" Snape heard it, roared and rushed over.

"I hope you two young gentlemen will remember that this is a dueling practice class, not a magic instrument modification experimental class." Snape suppressed his anger and said coldly, "It is also modified and added. Why don't you just dismantle the auditorium? Where is the gate wielder? The trolls are not as strong as you two! Do you need me to honor you as 'the great troll herders' then?!"

"So is there really an experimental class for modifying magic equipment?" Tom asked with interest.

"Five points from Gryffindor!" Snape roared.

Calvin immediately covered his mouth tightly.

Their place was a mess, and the other students around them were no better. The whole auditorium was noisy and full of excitement.

Lockhart stood on the stage and pretended to shout: "I said! Just disarm!"

He shouted, he stood lazily on the stage leaning against the wall, with no intention of stopping the chaos.

When Snape rushed over to scold Tom, the situation got further out of control - I don't know who was the first to try the "Oolong" spell. After discovering that his opponent had no way to deal with this spell, he could only jump around to dodge. After that, more and more students couldn't help but also use this spell - after all, it is simple and easy to use.

Soon, more and more hissing and spitting snakes appeared on the floor of the auditorium. They were of all kinds, different sizes, and different colors... Countless snakes were sliding and entangled with each other, forming an enchanting patchwork. Creepy colorful "carpet".

By the time Snape turned around alertly, it seemed that the situation was no longer easily reversible.

The students screamed, cried, pushed, and squeezed onto the stage, trying to escape the tide of snakes. Lockhart finally started to move, dodging left and right in the crowd: "Don't panic! Don't panic!"

It's no use at all.

The students were in a panic and couldn't listen at all.

Snape quickly took out a bottle of potion, threw it towards the middle of the group of snakes, and then used a magic spell to detonate the potion before it hit the ground - a burst of green smoke quickly expanded, and each snake was shrouded in mist. All the living snakes lay limply on the ground.

But the situation changed too quickly. Many students had already been squeezed to the ground, watching helplessly as the snakes on the edge crawled onto them greasyly, opening their huge mouths——

Harry rushed off the stage and shouted explosively at the other side: "Get out!"

A miracle happened - all the snakes in that area swam away as if frightened, and humbly bowed down towards Harry.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, looked around at the area that was not covered in green smoke, and shouted, "You guys also get out of here!"

It was simply unbelievable that every snake that still had some strength to move obediently obeyed the instructions and slithered away, and even automatically arranged itself into a rough square formation, waiting tamely for Harry's instructions.

Harry didn't care about this. He ran over to help those students who fell and asked with concern: "How are you?"

But those students had frightened faces and even crawled back to avoid Harry's outstretched hand.

"Go away!" They waved their hands in panic to reject Harry's approach.

Harry froze.

He thought that at least they would feel relieved because they were saved. Not to mention grateful, it shouldn't be such a fearful and uneasy expression.

He retracted his hand and whispered: "You are safe."

Tom, Ron and Hermione all ran towards Harry, who was standing alone.

Snape waved his wand expressionlessly and sent away the snakes that had settled down.

After all the snakes disappeared, Lockhart trotted up to Snape, holding his heart in fear and saying, "This is really scary!"

"I don't think this is as scary as having a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in school who does nothing." Snape said coldly.

"I'm organizing things!" Lockhart said aggrievedly.

Snape gave him a fake smile and ignored him.

"Prefects, come out." Snape said to the students who were huddled together. His usual cold and hard attitude gave the students a great sense of security at this moment.

"Members of the student council come out," Snape continued to direct. "Count the number of people in each house, check if anyone is injured, and register the list of injured students. Seniors, don't just stand around, work in pairs - just follow the groups you just divided. Okay, help maintain order and stop being crowded. Please follow the instructions of the prefect."

"Marcus Flint!" He shouted the name of the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. "I think it's time to put your flying skills to use... Flint's broomstick is flying. !”

Snape used the Flying Charm to summon Flint's broom and ordered him to fly to the Potions Office to get the potion.

"Go back quickly and use the shrinking spell to bring the second cabinet against the wall. When you come back, be steady and don't break the potion bottle." Snape asked him, "I think I have made it very clear. Yes, do you understand?"

Flint nodded repeatedly, neatly tore off the hem of his robe that was in the way, and then sat astride his broom.

"Very well, I think you don't want this to be the last time you touch your broomstick." Snape warned him coldly, "Watch the road and control the altitude. Go ahead."

"Mr. Potter." He then called Harry, his dark eyes showing no emotion, "You and Mr. Locke go to the principal's office together and tell Principal Dumbledore that an accident happened here."

Ron pulled Harry away and whispered: "Let's go..."

So Harry and Tom both nodded at Professor Snape to express their understanding. Then Ron and Hermione followed them in silence, and together they hurried out of the Great Hall.

"How come there are so many snakes suddenly?" Hermione said anxiously while climbing the stairs. "Now they all know that Harry is a Parseltongue."

Unless every student casts more than one "Oolong" at almost the same time, it is impossible to suddenly have such a large-scale snake tide.

Or maybe... some of these snakes are actually similar to those Cornish elves?

Lockhart's purpose was to expose Harry's secret that he was a Parseltongue?

To further entangle Harry in the rumors of being the "Heir of Slytherin"? But what's the point? Tom pondered.

What are the benefits of isolating Harry... Think about it, without his "hand in trouble"... An impulsive Gryffindor little lion who wants to prove his innocence will naturally go to investigate the truth privately ——With weak magic power and special status, wouldn’t he be the best witness? Just in time to witness Lockhart's escape from his shell...

After all, Lockhart's magic is weak, and if there are too many viewers, the operation may be flawed... No, maybe even Harry is not a witness. Although Harry is still in the stage of developing his magic power, he has a special destiny. Lockhart will not easily choose to take risks under the eyes of fate... Well, isn't there a more suitable candidate than Harry here?

Tom glanced at Ron thoughtfully.

Endorsement by the savior’s close friends actually has about the same effect. And it is easier to operate... Since it is in the secret room, as long as part of it collapses "in time" due to disrepair, Harry can be separated from his eyes and can be corroborated by sound...

While he was thinking about it, they had already crawled to the door of the principal's office out of breath.

"We need to see Professor Dumbledore," Harry said to the stone monster.

The two stone monsters suddenly came to life. They looked at Tom who started to take out the dessert mail order catalog from his arms. He rolled his eyes and jumped away without asking them for a password.

"Thank you." They said hastily, climbed up the elevator, and knocked on the wooden door of the office.

Dumbledore listened to the children's reports very calmly, and even calmly took out the candy box and asked them if they wanted to eat.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"Ah, don't worry." Dumbledore comforted them, "It sounds like no one was harmed, otherwise Severus would have chosen to inform Bobby first."

"I think Severus was trying to save you from that embarrassing situation," Dumbledore said to Harry. "Why not accept his offer and sit down with a candy to calm down?"

"Have you known for a long time that I am a Parselmouth?" Harry blurted out when Dumbledore was so calm.

"Severus and I had a little discussion about this."

"So?" Harry asked impatiently, "What's going on?"

"Harry, you speak Parseltongue," Dumbledore said calmly, "because Voldemort speaks Parseltongue. He is the last heir of Salazar Slytherin. If I am not mistaken, The night he left the scar on you, he transferred some of his own spells to you. He didn't do it intentionally, I'm sure..."

What method of murder can transfer the murderer's spell to the victim? ! Tom listened in shock. Could it be the head-explosion technique that was enlightened? Burn out your brain by overloading it with excessive data flow?

"Voldemort transferred part of himself into my body?" Harry was also surprised by this.

"Apparently so."

"Am I really the heir of Slytherin?" Harry asked in confusion and despair. "The Sorting Hat may have seen the Slytherin part in me, and it -"

"--put you in Gryffindor." Dumbledore said calmly, "Listen to me, Harry. You happen to have Salazar Slytherin's special ability in his careful selection of students. Many qualities valued. Rare talent, Parseltongue, innate intelligence, strong will... and a certain disdain for rules and regulations." He winked at Harry to show his respect for the Gryffindor rascals. Always act knowingly.

"But the Sorting Hat still placed you in Gryffindor in the end. Do you know why this happened? Think about it carefully."

"Because... I asked not to go to Slytherin?" Harry asked cautiously.

"Exactly." Dumbledore smiled happily and filled his mouth with another candy. "Harry, it is our choices that express our true selves, and that is more important than our abilities."

"This is something that many wizards cannot understand..." Dumbledore sighed, "Talent cannot really determine the direction we go. What really determines the path is who we choose to be."

"In my opinion, your performance today just proves that even if you also have Parseltongue, you can still use it to help your classmates, right?"

Harry sat blankly in his chair and nodded slowly.

"But they don't know." Ron said angrily, "They are still avoiding Harry!"

"The truth will come out sooner or later." Dumbledore said disapprovingly, "Besides - let me put it bluntly - no one can please everyone. If Harry, you want to feel sorry for other people's misunderstanding and alienation. If you want to write and explain one by one..."

"I think you'll have a lot of pen pals in Azkaban," Dumbledore said humorously.

Harry laughed too.

Hermione had been thinking silently until the laughter stopped before asking: "You just said... Voldemort is the last heir of Salazar Slytherin?"

She reread "The Last One."

"In other words, if Harry hadn't opened the Chamber of Secrets..." Hermione bit her fingernails anxiously, "That means that that person is lurking in the school again?"

Um? Tom remembered that the Dark Lord was so weak that he ran away from the school last school year, and he lurked back this year?

The body is disabled but the mind is strong!

"It's probably not what you think." Dumbledore smiled, "I think someone else took advantage of this."

Tom hesitated several times. Finally he could only ask: "Who do you think it is?"

Surprisingly, Dumbledore said, "I'm afraid I'm thinking of the same person as you."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Tom asked anxiously.

Dumbledore folded his fingers together and replied slowly: "Evidence."

"Currently we are still wading through the swamp of speculation, and the consequences of reckless and blind actions are often unpredictable."

"Are we just going to let him go?" Tom asked in disbelief.

"Have you ever heard of the Unbreakable Vow?" Dumbledore asked.

"I know!" Ron shouted, "To put it simply, an unbreakable oath cannot be broken..."

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded to Ron, and then said, "Since the last incident-" He looked at Harry apologetically, "I have made an unbreakable vow with Gilderoy. , he vowed not to harm any student."

"So I think, on this basis, it would be a good experience for you to go through more and experience it more."

"For example, how did this snake tide frighten the entire school?" Tom asked back.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him quietly through his round glasses.

"Tom, you are a smart boy - smarter than most of your peers. So please think about it, what does it mean that Voldemort is back?"

Tom looked at Dumbledore blankly.

"The horn of war...is blowing?" he asked tentatively.

"I think this fear resistance training is necessary under the premise of ensuring safety." Dumbledore said briefly.