[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom met her on the way to Professor McGonagall's office. The witch stood on the stairs holding a pile of homework and looked down at him in shock.

"Mr. Locke!" she called, "I suppose it's school time now?"

"Yes, yes." Tom replied breathlessly, "Neville fell from the sky during the flying class. Mrs. Hooch sent him to the hospital wing. There was no teacher watching the class. I think you should go and have a look. .”

"You're right." Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked down. "Are the remaining students still on the lawn?" She looked out from the window in the corridor worriedly. No one knew better than the teachers that a group of Slytherins and Greens were separated. What trouble could the Lanffindors cause if they were left unattended.

"Oh my god," she murmured with a pale face, "oh my god, how dare he—"

Tom followed the probe in confusion and saw the famous savior leaning forward and diving downward - he was even accelerating!

Tom gasped. Then he saw Professor McGonagall rushing towards the castle entrance like a wind, moving as nimble as a dexterous cat, jumping over all the obstacles and corridor decorations blocking the way, and running towards Harry almost as if teleporting. Potter, and let out a long roar:

"Harry-Potter!"

Harry Potter stood up from the ground and looked at Professor McGonagall like an angry lioness in fear.

When Professor McGonagall saw him standing up unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then more turbulent anger and fear surged up from the bottom of his heart. 7K妏揩

"In all my years at Hogwarts - never -" Professor McGonagall's voice was so high that it was about to break, "How dare you - you will break your neck!"

A furious Professor McGonagall told Potter to follow him, and she strode toward the castle. Tom hurried to meet her.

"Is Potter okay?" he asked.

"Luckily," Professor McGonagall replied stiffly, and then remembered that the remaining students were still standing on the lawn, "Mr. Locke, tell the other students to go back to the lounge. I will talk to Mrs. Hooch. of."

"Neville's side..."

"I'll go see him later. Okay, Mr. Locke, go tell them and don't let them cause any more trouble."

Tom nodded and moved out of the way.

"Professor McGonagall wants us all to go back to the common room," he told all the students, hearing the Slytherins laughing triumphantly.

"I dare say he will definitely be expelled this time." A boy with light blond hair deliberately said in a loud voice, and received a chorus of agreement.

"It's not his fault! Do you think you can get away with it, Malfoy?" a Gryffindor girl retorted angrily.

"Okay, okay, let's all go back." Tom stopped him impatiently, "They can just dream for a while if they like - which school would expel a savior easily?"

"Aha, look." Malfoy looked at him contemptuously, "a smelly Mudblood expressed his opinion."

Several classmates screamed, and a few looked like they were about to pounce on him and punch him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tom said coldly, taking two steps closer to Malfoy. The two big men next to Malfoy raised their fists threateningly, but Tom didn't even bother to share his peripheral vision with them.

"But I think the most lethal words that your stunted brain can think of are probably like that, the idiot who lowered the average IQ of the entire school?" Tom leaned closer to Malfoy's face and looked at that Zhang's face turned red, "Would you like to pull out your magic wand and give it to me? I'll bet whether your spell hits me first, or whether I break your twig first?"

He suddenly grabbed Malfoy's hair before his two big friends pounced on him: "Come on! If you want to fight, come on!"

The two big men froze in disbelief at Malfoy's screams.

"Apologise!" Tom said viciously, holding Malfoy's hair with one hand, and using the other hand to force the middle finger of Malfoy's right hand in the opposite direction, making it impossible for him to draw the wand.

This time it was the Slytherins' turn to scream in rage.

However, Malfoy was intimidated very quickly and spoke before the large-scale conflict between the two houses: "I'm sorry!"

Tom pushed Malfoy back to the Slytherin group.

Malfoy leaned against his little friend, holding his messy hair, holding his red fingers, and swore with tears in his eyes: "I'm going to tell my dad!"

Tom snorted and said, "The complainer."

He ignored him, looked around at the Gryffindor classmates and asked, "I plan to go see Neville before going back to the dormitory, will you go?"

The students all expressed their intention to go.

So Tom took the Gryffindors and walked away.

But Madam Pomfrey of the hospital wing stopped them outside.

"There are too many people," she opened the curtain and asked them to wait outside. "The patient needs to rest!" She went back.

Hermione slipped out from the side and told: "Mrs. Pomfrey said the problem is not serious. She has a broken wrist and a slight concussion. She just drank the potion and will be fine after two days of rest."

"Have your parents been notified?" Tom asked.

Hermione shook her head. She knew what Tom was thinking and said, "Maybe this is nothing in the wizarding world..." Although she said this, she frowned uncomfortably.

"This is not just a matter of injury, this is a teaching accident. Mrs. Huo Qi did not set up adequate safety measures, and she did nothing when the incident happened-"

Halfway through Tom's words, Mrs. Hooch opened the curtain and came out with red eyes. She obviously heard what Tom said, but she walked away without saying a word.

There was an awkward silence inside and outside the hospital wing.

"…she seems to be crying, doesn't she?" Hermione whispered uneasily.

Tom said nothing. Although he thought what he said was right, making a teacher cry was not what he expected, not to mention he was caught talking about a lady behind her back. He felt a little uncomfortable.

This uncomfortable feeling lasted until before dinner, when a strange owl brought him a note, with a few lines written on it in a thin, circle-within-a-circle font:

"Mr. Locke:

If it is convenient, please come to the principal's office now.

I love lemon sorbet. "

Signed Dumbledore.