[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

When Tom woke up he was in a bad situation.

When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by serious-looking Principal Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, while he and Malfoy, who was obviously seriously injured, were lying staggering in the corridor on the eighth floor. Written in flowing blood on the wall: "The game begins."

The source of the blood was the unlucky Malfoy.

What was even more unlucky than Malfoy was that he himself had blood on his hands and couldn't remember what happened.

It's over, Tom thought calmly, it seems like I am the mastermind behind this. Not only because it was Malfoy who was injured, but also because his level was compared to Malfoy's, and it was obvious that Malfoy was not good enough.

"Tom Locke?" Principal Dumbledore looked at him through his round glasses, "How do you feel?" Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were simply checking their physical conditions with magic spells. .seven

"Not good," Tom said honestly, "What happened?"

"This is also what we want to know." Dumbledore said cautiously, "Do you feel anything abnormal? For example, trance, memory loss-"

"...There seems to be some." Tom said, raising his hand in disgust, "Professor, can you help me make a spring like water?"

Before Professor McGonagall could make a move, Professor Snape poured cold water over him, washing his hands and taking a shower at the same time.

"……professor!"

"I think judging from his performance, he has not been manipulated." Snape stopped the spell with a cold expression, "The Imperius Curse may not be able to perfectly imitate his problems."

"...It's just about hygiene, Professor." Tom said angrily.

"Mr. Locke's problem is not big," Snape ignored him, "but Mr. Malfoy must replenish his vitality immediately, Albus -" He stared at Dumbledore in silence.

Dumbledore nodded, waved his wand to levitate the unconscious Malfoy, and said, "I'll take them to the principal's office."

Professors Snape and McGonagall stayed behind to clean up and inspect the scene, while Tom followed Dumbledore to the Headmaster's Office.

"Please take a seat," Dumbledore said, laying Malfoy flat on the sofa.

"Fox," he called, "my old friend, you need to work hard."

The phoenix in its prime fell down lightly, tilted its head to look at Malfoy, and then meekly leaned its head on Malfoy's face. Large pearl-like tears rolled down its bright feathers. It flowed on Malfoy's dry skin and was absorbed instantly. Like a new lease of life, Malfoy's condition visibly improved.

"Thank you, Fawkes." Dumbledore said, stroking Fawkes' tail feathers, "but I'm afraid you will need to go to Severus's place later."

Phoenix blood.

This was Tom's first reaction.

Fox chirped, fluttered his wings and flew to Tom, pacing around to look at him.

"I'm not hurt." Tom lowered his head and said to Phoenix who cared about him, "Maybe I just feel a little weak."

Phoenix stared at him with her clear eyes, lowered her head, and wiped the remaining tears on the back of his hand.

"...Thank you." Tom said dumbfounded.

Fox nodded reservedly, then spread his wings and circled the room twice before disappearing in a sudden burst of flames in the air.

"Cool." This was the first time Tom had seen a phoenix teleport with flames.

"Your state worries me, Tom." Dumbledore sat down and crossed his fingers.

"I know," Tom nodded. "He is mentally depleted, his magic power is deficient, his magic power is negative, he is in a trance, and he has memory loss... it's too much like the Imperius Curse."

"But... I have another guess." Tom took out his wand and handed it to Dumbledore.

"What do you think-" Dumbledore took it thoughtfully and pressed the tip of his strange-looking wand against Tom's wand, "Flashback Curse."

A faint white glow emerged from the tip of Tom's wand.

"It's the Forgetting Curse." Dumbledore looked at the white smoke intently, "With a little bit of magic bursting skills, I have to say, Tom, you have indeed gradually begun to form your own personal style. A very beautiful spell, radiated from the magic power. Judging from the scope, I guess Mr. Malfoy is also under the influence of the spell. The question is, under what circumstances would you need to go to such desperate measures to erase your and Mr. Malfoy's memories?"

"I can only say that this is very unusual," Tom shrugged, and said with some self-deprecation: "Now if you guess that I am responsible for what happened today, and erasing the memory is a simple and crude way to eliminate evidence, I will not I think it’s possible.”

"I can't say I haven't thought about it, Tom," Dumbledore handed the wand back to him, "but I don't think it was your doing."

"Uh, thank you?" Tom was not very surprised that Principal Dumbledore chose to believe him. After all, it would be too reluctant to say that he did the whole thing. "But what about Malfoy?" He stared at the table. The flower pattern said, "Do you need... to invite parents?" He asked with some anxiety.

Deep down, he was reluctant to have his parents come to school for the first time just to deal with the trouble he had caused. Besides, those pure-blood nobles have always had a bad attitude towards Muggles. Although rational analysis can tell that he is not the perpetrator, who can expect that the other party will remain rational when their own child is injured?

"Malfoy's parents need to be notified, and his situation needs further treatment. As for you, Tom, I don't want things to come to that point."

Tom understood Dumbledore's hint. If it is necessary to invite a pair of Muggle parents to the magic school due to student problems, it is basically a withdrawal procedure.

"Well, although under normal circumstances, ordinary people can't deal with things in the magical world, I still think this is a little bit discriminatory... I didn't say that I hope to invite parents now." He quickly added.

"I hadn't thought about that," Dumbledore admitted. "The school will improve further."

"Now all the questions actually revolve around the same point: What happened to you?"