[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Tom stayed up all night in the library, and couldn't hold on any longer until it got dark. He grabbed a copy of "An Introduction to Popular Magical Ritual" and fell asleep.

He was awakened by Mrs. Pingsi's angry shouts to drive away the disciplinary students. When he woke up, he realized that something was wrong. He quickly quietly rolled up a few books, slipped out of the restricted area without Mrs. Pingsi's sight, and then walked out calmly. library.

When he met Harry and Ron in the hall, they were still very surprised and asked, "Did you go to the library early this morning?" 7K妏婩

Tom responded vaguely, sat down, yawned profusely and began to eat bread.

Neville next to him asked with a frown: "Good morning, Tom. Do you have any thoughts on course selection? Does arithmetic and divination sound more difficult than ancient magic texts?"

"I don't know," Tom replied, "I think it all sounds good. Why doesn't the school open trial classes?"

Now all the classmates around him turned to look at him, leaving Tom a little at a loss.

"What?" Tom asked hesitantly, "Are you waiting for me to make this suggestion?"

He looked at the classmates dumbfounded, nodded simply, and said, "Okay, I'll ask for everyone." He stood up, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and walked straight to the teacher's desk.

"Mr. Locke." Professor McGonagall called his name with a helpless tone of "Why is it you again?" "Good morning."

"Good morning, Professor." Tom mentioned the suggestion of a trial class, and Professor McGonagall gave him a three-way no without hesitation: "No, it's impossible, don't even think about it."

"You are a wizard, Mr. Locke." Professor McGonagall still looked at him as if he were a new student, and patiently advised: "There is no chance of a do-over in real life, and as a wizard, you must learn to believe My own magical intuition.”

What kind of chaotic and primitive training method is this? Tom muttered in his heart and nodded obediently.

After he returned to his seat and conveyed Professor McGonagall's advice to everyone, Dean nodded as if he had some understanding, took out his wand and clicked randomly on the list with his eyes closed, choosing whichever course he clicked on. The lesson was done quickly.

"Okay, my magic intuition tells me that this is it!" Dean happily put away the course selection list.

...Maybe that’s not what the professor meant? Tom blinked and said nothing. What if this kind of fateful guidance is also part of the magic?

Harry hesitated for a long time, then tilted his head and checked out an item that was exactly the same as Ron's timetable.

"At least we can go find the classroom together then." He explained. He didn't plan to choose them all like the other two friends. He figured that the current homework plus Quidditch training would be exhausting enough. It would be too much to spend the remaining time in class and catching up on homework. Darkened.

Speaking of Quidditch, with the resolution of the campus attack, the Quidditch game has once again been put on the agenda. Gryffindor's next Quidditch match was against Hufflepuff. Wood insisted that the team members train after dinner every day, repeatedly reminding them that Hufflepuff's Seeker Cedric Diggory was a very formidable opponent - Harry didn't pay attention to this, and Wood had to spend every game. Try your best to find a "strong opponent" to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for training.

"I have never lost on the Quidditch field." Harry said confidently, "What do you think of me becoming a professional Quidditch player in the future? If the goal is to become a professional Quidditch player, I It doesn’t matter what class you want to take, right?”

"Cool," Ron responded first, "leave me some more autographed photos, man. After you win the international award, I can sell it for money, and we'll split it 50-50!"

"Take some new ones every year and make them into the Harry Potter Growth Photo Album." Tom raised his head from "Introduction to Popular Magical Rituals" and said, "Ron, if you really want to do this, why not Lakko Lin is involved and he must have a lot of pictures of Harry there."

"Ah, better say goodbye." Harry immediately recalled the fear of being dominated by Colin's omnipresent shutter sound, and said with a shudder.

While he was talking, a paper airplane landed in Tom's hand. He had to put the book down, pull out his wand and tap it. The paper airplane bounced and automatically opened into a note, which read:

"Hi, Tom, this is Calvin. I saw the lost and found item you posted on the bulletin board. If you have time, can we meet up?"

Calvin Benson, Tom remembered, was the senior in the dueling club who tied the wand to his hand with a rubber band and was probably a combat expert.

No. Tom looked strange. That mini hair accessory doesn’t belong to Calvin, does it? It turns out he still has such a girly side...

He quickly wrote a reply, telling him that he had time now and that they could meet at the Owl Tower, and then turned the note back into a paper airplane and flew away.

"I have something to do." He stuffed the bread into his mouth in three gulps and finished eating, said hello to Harry Harron, and rushed to the dormitory - he had to put away the books he had brought from the library first. Go to an appointment.

"Why the Owl Tower?" Calvin asked him angrily, covering his nose and resisting the desire to vomit.

The Owl Tower is located on the top floor of the west tower. It is a round stone room in the style of a shed. It is very cold and drafty because there is no glass on the windows. The floor was strewn with straw and owl droppings, as well as large and small stinky food pellets that the owls had spit out. On the perches that reach the top of the tower, there are hundreds of owls of all species.

"I thought Jiu Jiu would come here." Tom almost spat out, "But obviously I was wrong."

The two of them ran out of the shack in a panic, and then breathed in the fresh air.

"I will never come here again," Calvin vowed. "This stench is a weapon."

Tom also regrets this, which he believes was due to lack of sleep.

"That hair ornament was picked up by Tweet Tweet," Tom explained. "Tee Tweet is my crow. I tried to get it off its head yesterday, but it got angry and flew away. It didn't come back all night. I thought it might come. It’s a shack.”

"Can it be carried on a bird's head?" Calvin was a little disappointed, "It's so mini. I thought wrong."

"What do you think it is?"

"Have you heard of Ravenclaw's Diadem? Legend has it that it is the only relic of Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of Ravenclaw Academy. She enchanted it to make it more wearable. The wisdom of the reader. The crown is a sparkling crown inlaid with gems. The bottom edge of the crown is engraved with Ravenclaw's famous motto - "Extraordinary intelligence and wisdom are the greatest wealth of mankind." Ravenclaw Crowe's crown disappeared when he passed away and has not been seen for all these years." Calvin said, "I see it is written something like this on your lost and found list. The two sides are in the shape of wings, with a gem embedded in the middle or something. - You know Ravenclaw's symbol is an eagle, right?"

"Perhaps one of the girls in your college made college-style hair accessories." Tom said, "Please help me pay attention to who has lost their headwear recently, and I will return it."

"Okay." Calvin shrugged, "I didn't have high hopes at first. After all, it's unlikely that we will find something that has been lost for thousands of years."

"I mainly want to show you my results." Calvin said, taking out a handful of scraps from his pocket.