[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

What happened in the Duel Club, just like other things that happened in the magical world, was quickly forgotten for its panic, and became a topic of teasing and bragging among the students.

From this perspective, the two Dark Lords in the wizarding world have done a good job in making wizards who are optimistic and forgetful by nature remember their fears for so long... If the new Dark Lord is selected according to this standard, then the third Dark Lord The Dark Lord probably had to come from the IRS.

The students' attention has turned to the upcoming Christmas break. The weather was good, and a blizzard broke out on the night of the Duel Club's first meeting. A thick layer of snow accumulated on the ground, and everything was white. For this reason, Professor Sprout even had to cancel the last herbal medicine class of the semester - she had to put a coat on the mandrake to avoid freezing those strange herbs.

Professor Snape also suspended Potions classes, reportedly to upgrade the classroom and student uniforms. He threatened every student with a straight face in the last class, saying that after the Christmas vacation he would conduct phased testing, and every student would have to take the potion they brewed themselves.

——Hearing this, Neville almost fainted with fright.

Harry filled out the application form to stay in school as usual, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the Weasley twins all decided to stay in school, while Tom decided to go home.

"It's okay, you can just go back." Hermione had already guessed who the candidate Tom and Dumbledore were suspicious of, and the smart little witch also guessed that Tom's silence about this must be because he had some concerns that he could not speak out. , so it’s unclear.

She just said: "We will try our best to explore the secret room and look for evidence at school."

Tom could only tell her: "Be careful with the photos."

Hermione's eyes slowly widened and she looked at Tom in shock.

Tom nodded at her.

Hermione's face turned red, but before she could say anything, the person they were talking about appeared briskly.

Lockhart wore a green-gold robe this time, and he managed to master this old-fashioned color, which actually made him look more energetic. He came over affectionately and put his arms around Tom's neck, smiled kindly at Hermione, and said, "Beautiful lady, please allow me to borrow your friend for a while."

Hermione glanced at Tom quickly, then lowered her head with a flushed face, and said in a shy tone: "Then please hurry up, Professor...Tom, I'll wait for you in the lounge." She said in a stiff voice He patted the back of Tom's hand with an affectionate gesture, turned around and ran away.

Lockhart laughed, finding it interesting: "Is she still planning to tell Dumbledore before you get back in half an hour?"

"Let go," said Tom.

"It hurts my heart to be so cold, my boy," said Lockhart artificially.

"Heh." Tom asked him bluntly, "What do you want?"

"Christmas present." Lockhart walked to a deserted corner and let him go, leaning against the wall in a loose posture.

"As a mentor, it's not too much to expect a Christmas gift from your apprentice, right?" He looked at Tom with a smile.

But Tom just looked at him warily.

"What exactly do you want?" he asked.

"Do what I want - create my own destiny... Ah, don't look at me like that, little fool." Lockhart laughed easily.

"I thought Dumbledore had warned you," said Tom, "but you still act recklessly and without scruple-"

"Ah, ah." Lockhart stared at him with interest. The dizziness of falling rapidly towards the ice-blue sea came back slightly. Tom turned his head unhappily and cast a soundless shield of armor.

Lockhart pouted childishly: "Stingy... well, he told you about the oath? Then why do you still think it was me?"

"Part of it is your doing. How else are you going to explain the unreasonable number of snakes?"

"I don't have to explain it to you." Lockhart said unhappily, "You can do whatever you want." He turned the topic back casually, "Give me your centaur amulet as a Christmas gift."

Tom laughed angrily at his confident attitude: "Why? Professor Sinistra gave this to me."

"I know, give it to me," Lockhart insisted.

Tom took a deep breath.

"Tell me first what you want this for. If you want to use it for bad things, I will never agree to it."

Lockhart clicked his tongue loudly: "Okay, okay... centaurs, they stay in the woods all day long and look at the sky and say things like 'Mars is extra bright tonight' and 'Mercury is retrograde'. In fact, It is because they are proficient in divination but refuse to describe their destiny more clearly. The misinterpretation caused by this description of clouds and mountains and mist is particularly dramatic, so under the favor of destiny, the horse people themselves It’s also a good material.”

Lockhart sneered: "Otherwise, why would centaurs, who can speak human language, are intelligent, and have their own unique culture, be classified as magical animals?"

"Almost everything on their body can be regarded as a good medium for casting spells. The eyes can enhance the effect of divination, the nails can be used to interfere with prophetic spells, and the bones are even more useful. It is said that they can be used to avoid misfortune..."

"The only reason that protects the centaurs from being slaughtered to extinction is that their bones often carry curses, just like the blood of unicorns. Without going through their 'donation procedures', it is harmful rather than beneficial."

Tom's hair stood on end.

He carefully picked up the amulet hanging around his neck and asked, "So this is..."

"Magically processed centaur bone fragments."

Tom was in a daze for a while, then recovered, put down the precious amulet, and said mockingly: "No wonder you insist on me 'giving it away'. It seems that you can't get its effect in other ways."

"Now that you know it, can you give it to me?" Lockhart asked, "I have collected other things, using the proof of the rotation of the wheel of fate as the medium, the destined human bones and blood as the channel, 'story' The main location is—" He suddenly stopped talking and did not go into details. He only urged: "Now we still need the symbol of the centaur."

"No."

"no?"

"This is a gift from Professor Sinistra. I can't do anything with it. It's very rude - although you probably won't understand."

"My understanding is that the price is not high enough." Lockhart said with a smile, "Do you like the Potions Master? Think about what I said that day at the Dueling Club?"

"…Is that the fate of Professor Snape?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Do you like Principal Dumbledore?" Lockhart asked kindly, believing that the snake that tempted Eve to eat the fruit of wisdom would not be any kinder than him at the moment.

Tom looked at him.

Lockhart stretched out his hand to him confidently: "Amulet."

"Not enough." Tom tried to bargain.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, greedy naughty thing, aren't you?" Lockhart smiled proudly, "Don't worry, I promise you - my promise to you has never failed, right?"

Tom weighed it for a moment and took off the amulet.

"For you," Tom said reluctantly, "Merry Christmas, Professor."

"Merry Christmas!" Lockhart gave him an exaggerated hug and forced a "mua~" on his forehead.

After giving away the amulet, Tom felt a little uneasy and regretful and climbed the stairs alone. He still had to rush back to the Gryffindor common room to tell Hermione that he was okay.

He had just climbed to the eighth floor when he saw Malfoy rushing out of a corridor in a panic. His face was pale, his body was messy and thin black smoke was coming from different places, and his hands were weirdly wrapped with dragons. leather gloves.

"Malfoy?" he asked incredulously, "Why are you here?"

Malfoy stopped and looked at him haughtily and warily.