[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Without hesitating for long, Tom waved his wand and burned a message on the tablecloth, explaining that he woke up early and tried to wake others but failed. He noticed something strange happening upstairs and was determined to go upstairs to investigate.

The more he wrote, the more he realized that this was evidence of committing suicide, but there was no way, so that the professors would track him down immediately. Otherwise, with so many students fainting in the hall, there was no telling when the teachers would realize that he was missing. .

He took a final deep breath and tapped the upper of his shoe with his wand: "Silent!" The detective took the wand, grabbed a piece of bread, and hurried up the stairs.

Before each corner, Tom carefully threw a detection spell to see if there was any abnormality, and then passed quickly after confirming that it was safe. Before going up to the eighth floor, he stopped to rest and regain his magic power - he was not particularly anxious. Judging from the sun outside the window, it was already afternoon. If the person behind the scenes wanted to do anything, he would have already done it. finished.

He was acting recklessly now, mainly because he couldn't stand his own curiosity - at Malfoy's level, could he create such a big battle? What secret was contained in the scene where Lockhart's gem was shown to him?

When we arrived on the eighth floor, there was nothing unusual except for the rare silence in the school. Tom turned into the corridor, holding his wand defensively to his chest, and looked around carefully. The troll on the tapestry leered at him.

"Okay..." He muttered, still finding nothing, and poked the round eye-shaped pattern on the edge of the tapestry with his wand - it clearly poked on the wool felt, but it made a sticky "chuckling" sound. At the same time, his mind was filled with excitement, and the contents stored in the Detection Eye were poured into his mind.

"It's useless... It's useless... Fast forward... Fast forward a little more... Okay!" Tom quickly clicked on the normal playback speed when Malfoy appeared and observed, "What is he doing walking around? ah……"

What puzzled him was that, just as Lockhart's gem had shown him just now, Malfoy just walked back and forth in silence for a few times before a door suddenly appeared on the wall, allowing him to walk in smoothly. .

So...just take a walk? Tom visually measured Malfoy's stride length and tried his best to imitate his walking in circles - as expected, there was no change.

"So there must be a secret order here." Tom tapped the white wall with his wand, "Reveal yourself quickly!"

The white wall stood silently.

Well, it's beyond the scope of his magical brute force.

"What could the spell be..." Tom said to himself without hope, "Open sesame? Anyone who enters this door must give up all hope?"

He stared at the white wall, unable to do anything. He thought about returning to the hall now, destroying the message, and then lying on the ground comfortably with everyone to sleep back.

However, the door suddenly appeared, and the next moment it was opened, Malfoy's pale face was revealed.

"Hey--" Before the pure-blood young master could say the arrogant greeting, Tom quickly swung his wrist and waved the wand like a riding crop, hitting Malfoy's wrist hard, causing him pain. Hu Zhong let go and dropped the wand.

"Hello," Tom smiled and took Malfoy's wand and put it in his pocket, "Malfoy."

Malfoy rubbed his wrists and glared at him.

"Give it back to me!" He said fiercely, but unfortunately his moist and reddish eyes made him look more like a pitiful aristocratic dog that accidentally fell into the water.

"It's better, Malfoy." Tom said politely, "Perhaps you would rather explain why you are here?"

With his other hand he delicately stroked Malfoy's wand, in a gesture that would break it at any moment.

Draco Malfoy obviously received his hint and stared at him unwillingly for a while before saying stiffly: "You have to help me."

"...?" Tom doubted his hearing a little.

"I guess what you're trying to say," Tom thought for a moment, "is that you beg me?"

"You——!" Malfoy's pale face immediately turned red, and he said angrily: "How dare you!" His movements looked like he was about to pounce and punch him.

"Be honest!" Tom immediately raised his wand, "I think we both know very well that when it comes to fighting alone, you have no chance of winning, Malfoy."

"I advise you to tell the truth. When the professors wake up, things will not end so easily."

"Why," Malfoy sneered, "it's your turn to interrogate me? I should have advised you to give an explanation! You and that Lockhart were sneaky, thinking no one knew - but they ended up doing it in school If there is such a big mess, he should just die and settle the matter. You are a lowly mudblood, guess what price you will pay when the matter is revealed?"

Tom was silent for a while, smacked Malfoy's words, and said "oh" slowly. 7K妏揩

"I think I've understood..." Tom said slowly, "So the troubles in the school are all caused by you, and now you-" He said, while looking at Malfoy's expression, "Because Lo Are you a little regretful about Hart’s death?”

Malfoy pursed his lips.

Tom knew he had guessed correctly.

"Stop pretending to be heroic and unyielding," Tom sneered. "Now you are the one who is panicking and trying to finish things, and worrying about the price you will pay when things are revealed, right?"

"You think-" Malfoy growled.

"You think." Tom calmly suppressed Malfoy's voice and continued to speak slowly, "You think the two of us are grasshoppers on the same rope, because Lockhart and I have an unusual relationship, and Lockhart has an unusual relationship. He’s a bastard troublemaker.”

"So you are not very panicked when you see me now, so you can justifiably ask me to help you - this is all because you think that we are now forced to stand on the same line. I have to help you finish, for As a marrow wizard, I can continue to live a clean and smooth life in the wizarding world, instead of carrying a pile of blame left by Lockhart."

"But have you ever considered," said Tom, pointing his wand steadily at Malfoy, "what if Headmaster Dumbledore knew all of this?"

"...He wouldn't know this part about me, otherwise I wouldn't be here right now." After a moment of silence, Malfoy calmed down, "So you are saying that he knows the part about you and Lockhart. "

"Innocent." Malfoy's gray-blue eyes finally flashed with a cold and cunning light similar to his father's, "Why should he keep you? Even if everything is really exposed - even if I am someone he doesn't like Slytherin - I'm a Malfoy. And you? You're just a muck wizard with some possible future value."

"What kind of friendship is there with a political creature like him? It's ridiculous." Malfoy laughed, "Looking at the interests, you should bear everything and die."

"So," Malfoy drawled, with a hint of false kindness, "I'm helping you, Tom Locke."