[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 237 Swamp

Harry couldn't wait to share tonight's events with his friends, and he was determined to give Hermione a good compliment.

He reached the top of the stairs and turned to the right, almost bumping into Ron. Ron was skulking behind the statue of Lachlan the Thin, clutching his broomstick. Ron jumped up in surprise when he saw Harry and hurriedly hid his brand new Sideswipe 11 behind his back.

"Ron?" Harry asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"Uh...it's nothing." Ron stuffed his broom back, "Aren't you in solitary confinement?"

Harry couldn't help but get excited when talking about this, but he still held it back and decided to find out why Ron was so sneaky first.

"We'll talk about that later - okay, tell me now! What are you doing hiding here?"

"I - I'm hiding from Fred and George, if you must know," Ron said, trying to keep his eyes wide open to sound more sincere, "They just walked through here with a group of first years. , I bet they're trying that stuff on the new students again. I mean, they can't do it in the common room now as long as Hermione's around."

"Ron," Harry reminded him helplessly, "then what are you doing with your broom?"

"I - um - um, okay, I'll tell you, but don't laugh at me, okay?" Ron said warily, blushing more and more, "I - I think, now that I have A decent broom, I might as well try out for the Gryffindor Keeper tryout. Now, just laugh."

"I'm not laughing," said Harry. Ron blinked. "This is a great idea! It would be great if you could make the team! I have never seen you as a goalkeeper. How are your skills?"

"Not bad," said Ron, who seemed relieved to see Harry's reaction. "Charlie, Fred and George always ask me to be the goalkeeper when they practice football during the holidays."

"So, you're going to practice?"

"Uh... maybe you can accompany me?" Ron requested hesitantly, "I originally thought about enchanting the Quaffles to make them fly towards me, but it wasn't easy. I don't know how useful it would be. .It would probably be a lot better if...if there was someone to help. Fred and George would definitely laugh out loud when they saw me coming for the selection. They haven't stopped laughing since I was selected as a prefect. I."

"Of course," Harry said without hesitation, "Wait while I get the broom."

We can talk about Umbridge tomorrow, but right now Ron needs support and help. He returned to the dormitory to get his broom, only said a quick hello to Tom and Hermione who were doing homework, and ran away.

Tom and Hermione exchanged glances.

"He's back early," Hermione said calmly. When Harry grabbed his broomstick and rushed out like a whirlwind, he was so excited that he even rolled up his sleeves in the cold weather.

"He's a little too excited right now," said Tom. "It seems Umbridge has learned her lesson."

"Do you think it's Dumbledore or McGonagall?" Hermione asked.

"Professor McGonagall," Tom guessed, "will never make a fool of himself as soon as he comes."

"He should have gone to the Quidditch pitch with Ron," Hermione straightened the finished parchment and said with a sneer, "Don't expect me to borrow their homework to copy."

Tom shrugged and continued to scribble out the experience of brewing the demulcent. It was not considered a fabrication. He directly fished out a copy from the memory bank of the Gunter family and immersed himself in the consciousness of experiencing the brewing process. Maybe there will be more words.

He met Harry and Ron in the Divination classroom the next morning. They were disheveled, yawning, and the ink on the parchment homework in their hands was not even dry.

"Don't tell me you guys played all night." Tom was speechless.

"Absolutely," Harry said with dull eyes, "Is there anything to eat? We were starving to death, and we didn't even have breakfast..."

"Wait." Tom's magic mist spread quietly along the ground and poked Draco sitting on the other side.

Malfoy: "?"

He looked towards Tom.

Then Tom's magic tentacles deftly patted Goyle's pocket, then patted Crabbe's pocket, then tilted his "head" and shook it, as if asking politely if he could do it.

Draco raised his eyebrows and unceremoniously grabbed the tentacle he had been curious about for a long time and rubbed it. The touch is very strange, not like the real thing, more like a thick mist, and it also has some coolness like cold mist.

The mist was stunned for a moment, dissipated silently in his hand, and then re-condensed not far away, patting Goyle and Crabbe's pockets again, this time the patting speed seemed much more rapid.

Draco finished his addiction and motioned to his followers to take out the snack bags and hang them on the mist tentacles. The tentacles dragging two large bags of snacks nodded politely at them, and then quickly and quietly slid back to Tom's hands.

"Here." Tom opened the snacks and gave them to Harry and Ron.

"Huh, Slytherin stuff..." Ron snorted awkwardly, and then began to eat.

The second period was the Transfiguration class, and Professor McGonagall asked them to continue practicing the Vanishing Spell. Tom deliberately observed her more and saw that she seemed to be in a good mood. She even had new hairpins on her tightly tied bun.

"Professor McGonagall looks pleased," he whispered to Hermione.

"Disappear without a trace!" Hermione calmly cast a disappearing spell on her snail, earning five points for Gryffindor, and then turned to gossip with Tom: "I heard, Umbridge didn't attend today's Defense Against the Dark Arts class at all. To be exact, no one saw her today. Someone went to the office to look for her, and she didn't even open the door."

Harry, who was in a hurry, finally remembered that he hadn't told his friends what happened yesterday.

"When I went to solitary last night," said Harry, absentmindedly jabbing his snail with his wand, pretending to be diligently practicing his spells, "she gave me a quill and asked me to copy sentences. But I just started writing it and it exploded, and then..." he shrugged, "she let me go, and I bumped into Professor McGonagall who came to check on what was going on."

"Sounds like she taught the old witch a lesson, doesn't it?" said Harry happily.

More happy news is yet to come. During lunch, Harry heard that there was a smelly swamp in front of Umbridge's office. Now Umbridge had to show up, but it was said that she wrapped her head tightly with a pink scarf, which made Harry more and more convinced that Professor McGonagall had taught her a lesson.

"I wonder what kind of spell Professor McGonagall cast on her," Harry imagined happily, "Did it turn her head into a tom?"

Hermione choked on her pumpkin juice.

"Will Professor McGonagall be in trouble?" Ron lowered his voice and asked worriedly.

"As long as she is on Dumbledore's side, Umbridge will not let go of any opportunity to cause trouble." Hermione said, unable to help but cough a few more times.

"Don't we have any way to deal with her?" Harry couldn't laugh after hearing this.

"For this kind of person, it is more effective to embarrass her than to hurt her directly." Tom said thoughtfully, "No matter what she wants to do, she has to establish her own authority."

"So the first step," the Weasley twins craned their necks to join their discussion, "is to make it impossible for her to get out at all."

Tom raised his eyebrows, looking at the identical smirks on the two redheads' faces. He thought he knew who was responsible for the swamp.