[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"If you find anything wrong," Dumbledore finally told Tom, "whether it's something wrong with yourself, something wrong with the classmates around you, or something around you that makes you feel wrong - Tom, you know how to find me."

"Okay, Headmaster Dumbledore," Tom promised, then returned to Gryffindor Tower to rest.

He was very tired, so even though he was very hungry, he was still too tired to climb eight flights of stairs to the kitchen to find food, and then another eight flights of stairs back to his dormitory. Fortunately, both Ron and Harry packed food for him.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked concerned.

"Don't mention it," Tom plopped down in the armchair in the lounge and started eating hungrily. "Curiosity killed the cat."

"What's wrong with Mrs. Norris?" Harry obviously misunderstood.

Tom had no choice but to whisper the story to his friends while eating. Since there is still a "Riddle" hidden in the school, it is best for friends to be more vigilant. Especially Harry, he still doesn't know that "Tom Riddle" is "Voldemort".

Ron was shocked after hearing this. "Ginny's confiscated diary actually belonged to that person? That person actually wrote a diary?" He said with a strange expression on his face, "I'm really curious about the contents of his diary..."

Since everyone was attacked by the cries of Mandrake, the medical wing deliberately diluted a large amount of joy potion to soothe the shocked hearts of teachers and students. The prefect was responsible for distributing it in the lounge with members of the student council.

"Drink quickly! One drink for each person, and then go back to bed after drinking." Percy paced back and forth with a stern face, and drove the students who wanted to have another drink back to the dormitory. "If you feel any discomfort, report it immediately."

He also deliberately went around to his younger brothers and sisters, and wanted to see them all drink obediently before he could feel relieved.

"Fred-" he shouted, "you just drank! Don't get a second drink!"

"I'm George, I haven't drank yet." One of the twins said with a playful smile.

"He lied to you, I am George." The other red-haired twin said with a grimace.

"Stop!" Percy was furious. "Both of you have drank!" He pointed at the little red dots on the collars on the backs of the twins. "I secretly marked them while we were queuing! You have both drank. Now! Go upstairs and sleep!".Seven

After drinking the diluted version of the elation potion, the students were kicked upstairs by Percy who was in a violent state.

As soon as Tom entered the dormitory, Chiu Jiu couldn't wait to fly over and nuzzle him, jumping on his shoulder and head, trying to make sure he was okay.

"I'm fine, really." Tom whispered to the tweet and rubbed his face against it, "What about you, are you okay?"

After confirming that there was no need to replace the poop scavenger for the time being, Jiujiu flew to the desk and landed, strutting his head and motioning Tom to pay attention to the new ornament on his head - a small, glittering crown with a diamond inlaid in the center. A small glass-like gem.

Probably where did you pick up a female classmate’s hair accessory? It must not be a crow's habit of getting excited when looking at shiny things and just grabbing it from someone's head while everyone is unconscious... Tom thought with a headache.

"Wow!" He praised it and caressed the soft feathers of Chiu Jiu, "Our Jiu Jiu is so beautiful!" He gently pulled one of Jiu Jiu's wings playfully and kissed the tip of its wing, "To you Salute! King of Crows, Lord of the Night!"

Jiu Jiu raised his head proudly, like a proud crow king.

After praising it, Tom started to coax it, and asked it softly: "Where did you get it? Does it belong to someone else? If you like it, I can make one for you? But if this belongs to someone else, you have to return it to them." "

Jiujiu started to look around again, pretending that he didn't understand what his master was saying.

"You can't do this..." Tom sighed and said seriously, "I promise to make an exact one for you, but you can't take other people's things. It's wrong to take other people's things."

Jiujiu looked at him intently for a while, then suddenly stretched out her head and pecked him hard, then angrily spread her wings and flew away.

Jiujiu suffers from the disadvantage of not being able to speak. If it could speak, it would be right now to scold its unreliable shit collector: How can you have the nerve to accuse me of taking other people's things! Have you forgotten that you put this thing on my head with blood on your hands? Do you know how hard it is for me to clean a bird? !

Tom, who knew nothing about it, tiredly watched his crow angrily fly out of the window. He sighed, took out a piece of white paper from the drawer, and began to write a list of lost and found items.

"Lost and found: Here is a mini hair ornament in the shape of a gold crown, with wings on both sides and embedded with gems. I found it on campus tonight. I hope the owner will come and claim it." He left his name and college, and then folded the paper It turned into a paper airplane, and I tapped it with the magic wand, directing it to fly to the school bulletin board and hang on it.

After finishing all this, he yawned, quickly finished his personal hygiene, huddled into the warm and soft bed and fell asleep.

But he didn't sleep well.

There are always noisy whispers in the dream but the specific content cannot be heard clearly, and strange images are shaking in front of my eyes. But once I want to see clearly, they all shake and turn into a hazy fog. The fog is cold and cold. It's sticky, as if it's sticking to the body, and it seems to be twisting and trying to get into the body.

Tom rolled uneasily on the bed, and suddenly heard a malicious laugh bursting into his ears: "The game begins!"

He opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for air, feeling himself break out in a cold sweat.

The dormitory was dark, and the roommates had long since fallen into a deep sleep - under the influence of the euphoria, everyone slept peacefully, except Tom.

He couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply sat up, put on his coat, and began to daze.

The birdcage is still empty, and it has flown away and has not come back... He thought, knowing very well that his current state was affected by what happened today. Half of it was because of the aftereffects of Riddle trying to seduce him into becoming an aberration, and the other half was because of Riddle's "game".

This was already the second time he faced Voldemort, and he still felt as powerless as last year. It seemed that he only escaped death by relying on a little bit of luck. If the Voldemort he met last year still pretended to be willing to accompany him in a "fair duel", then the sixteen-year-old Riddle he met this year completely ignored him - his opponent was Dumbledore. There is a lot of profit, but he is only worthy of being a chess piece controlled by pulling.

He hates this feeling.

Not to mention facing the Dark Lord, even facing Lucius Malfoy, without Dumbledore's protection, he would not even be looked at, and would be crushed easily.

It seemed as if he heard the dark lord condensed in the mist ask him with a smile: "Are you thirsty for...power?"

Yes.

Tom opened the quilt and climbed out of bed.

I crave strength.

He picked up his wand from the pillow, put on his coat, and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

"Open the door." He whispered to the portrait at the door.

"Who? Ah, Tom, my dear," the fat lady scolded, "you scared me! Do you want to go out for a night out so late?" She said as she unscrewed the hole, "Can't sleep? Okay. Well...just take a stroll at the door, otherwise I will have to tell your professor!"

Tom climbed out, turned back and kissed the fat lady in the air, and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't intend to just hang out at the door -"

He raised his wand at her: "Forget everything!"