[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Bad Boys Alliance

Malfoy thought for a moment that he was dreaming.

"...Get off me." He whispered through gritted teeth.

The mysterious man who calls himself Tom Locke is doing good things.

Malfoy held back his anger and climbed up gently. It was a bit difficult because his right hand was still bandaged and he was not very balanced when he got up. Thanks to the mysterious man who helped him in time. Not only did he not appreciate it, he even hit the other person on the back of his hand with a slap in anger.

Fortunately, the house he is in is indeed the most knowledgeable house when necessary - there is no one. It is not that other Slytherin students noticed his movements, but no one glanced over, let alone asked. Where did he go?

Professor Snape, who was currently on patrol, was indeed Malfoy's favorite professor - especially when the other party didn't mind his own business, so Malfoy was able to walk out of the auditorium in a swagger.

As soon as he left the auditorium, Malfoy was so angry that he instinctively grabbed the guy who was silently following him and hid in an empty classroom.

"What the hell do you want to do!" Malfoy roared in a low voice, "That bastard Black is still wandering around the school. Why do you have to worry about it now!"

"Malfoy." The man appeared, and it turned out to be Tom Locke.

But at this moment, he was strangely wrapped in a tattered burlap cloth, his lips were white, and a few messy black hair curls were sticking out. He looked like a fish that had just been fished out of the water. , the embarrassed curly cat wrapped haphazardly in a reassuring blanket.

The blond young master laughed without sympathy: "Where did you escape from?"

Tom ignored his sneer, licked his fangs anxiously, and said, "I need you."

Malfoy stopped laughing.

He looked at Tom carefully and suddenly asked: "Where were we last alone?"

"If you must ask, you were in Myrtle's bathroom in the middle of the night—"

"That's enough!" shouted Malfoy, "I believe you have not been impersonated."

After the caution faded, a smug expression appeared on Malfoy's face. He coughed dryly and asked in a pretentious manner: "Tell me, what do you need?"

"Soul stabilizer, magic extractor, magic inhibitor-" Tom began to give the name of the medicine.

"Stop, stop, stop -" Malfoy quickly raised his finger, stared at him and asked, "What do you think I am? A universal wishing machine?"

"No," replied Tom.

"Stop dreaming. I may still have some magic power extraction agent at home. I drank it when my magic power was developing. Soul Stabilizer? Are you sure there is nothing wrong with you? Magic Inhibitor... What is the difference between that thing and poison? It’s illegal to stockpile it!”

"I thought your whole family were Slytherins."

"What's wrong with Slytherin? Can't Slytherin abide by the law?" Malfoy asked unconvinced.

"I mean," Tom couldn't help but lick his upper molars again - the Malfoy in front of him smelled particularly delicious, "I thought Slytherin would be wise enough not to inquire into other people's privacy."

"Be clear about it, Mug." Malfoy raised his chin at him, "Who is begging whom now?"

"Malfoy must pay his debts?" Tom reminded.

"That also depends on whether it is a reasonable debt." Malfoy replied shrewdly.

Tom nodded: "I understand, you don't have it, you can't handle it, leave."

He turned his face and was about to leave. Malfoy was so angry that he wanted to jump: "Who said I can't handle it!"

The blond villain, who was easily provoked to figure out the trick, started to plan angrily: "I will write a letter to my mother tomorrow about the magic extractant -"

"No," said Tom. "We need it tonight. It's urgent."

"And it must be kept secret," he added, "and no one else should know."

"I-he-m-not-a wishing machine!" Malfoy growled.

"Why should I ask you for something that's not difficult at all," Tom looked at him and said, "Malfoy's favors shouldn't be used casually, right?"

Malfoy glared at him, looking like he had been convinced but felt something was not right.

"Okay," he finally said reluctantly, "Let me think about it..."

He paced back and forth in the empty classroom muttering, then sneezed due to the dust that flew up when he stepped on it.

"I can ask my house elf to deliver the magic extraction potion. Magic inhibitor. I know there is a collection in the secret room under the living room. I can let it secretly get a bottle, and then...it's best not to have it before the holidays." Check his inventory, otherwise I don’t know how to cover it up.”

"But don't even think about the soul stabilizer." Malfoy said decisively, "That stuff is difficult, too demanding, and usually not used. Even if there is a collection at home, it must be hidden somewhere that I don't know enough about. In the secret room.”

Usually you don't use this word... You don't even use this word for the magic inhibitor that is known as the wizard's nightmare.

But Tom didn't complain, he just made a single "ah" sound, and looked at him eagerly with foggy blue eyes.

"Well...if you must today, I dare say there is only one place where there is some hope." Malfoy said, "Professor Snape's Potions Office."

"This is not good..." Tom said hesitantly, but his heart had already begun to beat.

"On the contrary, today is a very good day." Malfoy said with a smirk, "Sirius Black is here, and I happen to know that Professor Snape and he had a very bad relationship when they were students... and there is something more... Is this a better candidate to take the blame?”

"Think about it..." Malfoy encouraged, "Sirius Black couldn't get into Gryffindor Tower. He didn't get what he wanted. He was being closely hunted again... Disappointed and furious, he casually chose to go there. Isn't it normal for an enemy to take revenge? It's just that Professor Snape happened to be away, so he could only vent his anger in his office..."

"What if we really bump into Professor Snape?"

"When we came out, it had just been his turn to be on duty. We had a full hour."

"..." Tom was still weighing it.

Malfoy, whose patience was wearing thin, fell out.

"You are the one who wants the soul stabilizer, and you are the one who is complaining about it now! Do you want to do it or not? I told you clearly, if you want that thing, this is the way to go tonight, unless you go and beg your Gryffindors now. The eternal protector - the immortal Dumbledore." Malfoy sneered sinisterly.

Tom quickly made a decision. Although his behavior of burglary was despicable, it was also to protect the safety of himself and others. The lesser of two evils, this must at least be considered an emergency evacuation, right?

"It's not difficult to enter the office." He said decisively, "The difficult thing is how to break through the protective spell on the potion cabinet."

"Is it not difficult to get in?" Malfoy sneered, "We can't use a password to get in, it will leave traces. Can you break down the office door?"

"Casting spells will leave traces." Tom said, "The headmaster said that magic will take on the style of the user. So-" He smiled evilly like Malfoy, showing his pointed fangs, "Black is not that Someone from the Dark Lord? It just so happens that Professor Snape's doorknob is a snake... How about we open the door in snake language?"

"Are you also a snake whisperer?" Malfoy was shocked.

"If you also have a friend who is a snake whisperer, I think you will also want to learn a few common sayings." Tom said disapprovingly.

"Very good," Malfoy quickly skipped the topic, "I know how to avoid the spell on the potion cabinet. My potion cabinet was also preserved by Professor Snape's spell. We lurked there, entered the door, and looked for the medicine. Then violently destroy the office decoration."

"Planned."

The two daring bad boys clap their hands proudly, seize the opportunity to use the Disillusionment Charm to sneak into Snape's office, and successfully find the hidden potion cabinet under the guidance of the "thief" Malfoy.

"What dad said is true..." Malfoy murmured, looking at the batches of soul stabilizers in the cabinet.

"What did he say?" Tom asked, carefully putting on his dragonhide gloves to take a few bottles and put them into his bag.

"He said that Snape was ordered to brew a lot of soul stabilizers during that period!" Malfoy said in a low voice.

Tom didn't have time to wonder what this meant. Their time was tight, there was no way Malfoy was actually missing for an entire hour, which would inevitably arouse suspicion. As for the evidence? Slytherin's suspicion didn't really require evidence.

"Are you stupid?" Malfoy glanced at Tom's actions and complained, taking out a dragon skin bag and starting to scan it.

"Hey -" Tom slapped the back of his hand, "What are you doing? You will be discovered!"

"You are really not up to par today, you are too Gryffindor." Malfoy kept moving, squinting at him, "If you entered the enemy's treasure house, would you come back empty-handed? Little one. Sirius Black has been living with the dementors for many years, wouldn't it make sense to see the soul stabilizer and take advantage of it? He will definitely not leave it to his enemies!"

"...You took too much!" Tom took out the medicine bottle directly from Malfoy's bag. Malfoy was so angry that he didn't pretend to be injured and took out his right hand to grab the medicine from Tom.

After checking the time, they quickly disguised the scene again - first they put on gloves and overturned the desk, overturned the potion cabinet, tore off the decorative paintings, and then breathlessly tore off half of the wall covering. Finally, Malfoy used his The small self-defense dagger he carried with him was scratched randomly for a long time.

"That's it," Malfoy gasped, "I have no energy left."

"Yeah." Tom looked at the messy potions office and was quite satisfied. Although it looks like a lot of damage, it can basically be restored with just a few steps.

"Come on," Malfoy urged. "We've stayed out for too long."

"There are also magic inhibitors and magic extractors." Tom reminded.

"Let's talk on the way!" Malfoy said impatiently, once again making sure that his dragonskin bag was tied properly, and quickly kicked Tom's heels to urge him away.

On the way back to the Great Hall, Malfoy did what he said - he poked his pendant a few times with his wand, and then shouted: "Dobby!"

Tom became alert the moment he heard the name, but it was too late - with a soft "pop", a familiar house elf appeared in front of them, bowing deeply and humbly to them. Greetings to its little master.

"Shut up, Dobby!" Malfoy quickly ordered Dobby to go back and get the medicine. Dobby bent down lower and said, "Dobby knows, Dobby will be back soon, Dobby won't Discovered by the old master——"

It said as it straightened up and saw Tom.

A flash of astonishment flashed in its bulb-sized eyes, but it said nothing and disappeared with a soft sound.

It's a hidden danger!

Tom judged quickly. He wondered if Dobby would do anything unnecessary, such as stopping by to report to Principal Dumbledore.

He didn't worry for long before Dobby came back again, bringing the potion he wanted.

"Give it to me." Malfoy took the medicine bottle, "When you go back -" Before he could finish his words, he was shocked to see Tom quickly point his wand at Dobby and shout: "Forget all!"

He broke into the elf's consciousness and searched it, and he was relieved to find that it had not yet had time to contact the third person.

"What do you mean?" Malfoy asked, but in a tacit cooperation, Dobby, who was still in a dazed state, went back.

"House elves have eyes and mouths too."

Malfoy snorted: "Okay, we have to go back." He looked at his watch and found that it had been thirty or forty minutes since they came out.

Tom hesitated for a moment and pulled Malfoy.

"Come here." He pulled out the gold chain around his neck, looped it around Malfoy's neck, and turned the small golden timer half a turn before the other party was about to speak in shock.

The next moment they felt themselves flying. Tom was no stranger to this feeling, but this time it was different. He could feel himself flying backwards, and the invisible wind blew so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. You can see vaguely colored cloud-like things...

Suddenly, he felt frozen, like an insect stuck in amber.

Something colorful but with an unclear shape approached him, casting a huge shadow in his soul's perception.

The giant thing slowly approached him, and then something soft and wet sniffed at him, and with a strong force, it knocked him over.

Tom couldn't control his body and could only slowly turn somersaults along with the force.

The thing paused for a moment, as if muttering something, and a large stream of incomprehensible information suddenly poured into his brain, making his brain buzz. Tom suddenly felt a splitting headache, and his nosebleed uncontrollably. .

The thing seemed to be frightened again, and its movements were still for a while, and then it carefully nudged Tom again. It had mastered the strength this time, and at least it didn't push Tom over again.

Tom had no idea what the creature was or what it wanted to do. Fortunately, it disappeared from perception after a while, and Tom could feel that he was flying backwards again, so fast that he could almost hear the whistling of the wind.

The next second he stepped on the ground and stumbled before regaining his balance. Malfoy next to him was already shouting excitedly: "I know this! You actually have a time turner!"

"Yeah, I'm also surprised why you didn't." Tom wiped his nosebleed and answered him weakly.

"It's too dangerous." Malfoy said with his chin raised. "Even if there is only a one-tenth chance, it is not enough for the only descendant of pure blood to risk getting lost in the maze of time."

"Let's go." He looked at his watch again, "We should have just set off for the cellar at this point..." He kicked Tom's shoes, "We can't go back at the same time, otherwise something will go wrong. I'll go back first, and you will follow. Keep up."

He turned his back to Tom and walked toward the door of the auditorium.

In the darkness, Tom raised his wand behind him, hesitated, and then lowered it.

After Tom lowered his wand, Malfoy stopped.

He turned back, raised his eyebrows at Tom, and smiled: "Ha, it seems that my investment this time is not a failure."

And Tom put the wand back into his pocket very naturally in front of him, without any embarrassment, and calmly stretched out his hand to Malfoy: "Tom."

Malfoy raised the corners of his mouth, high-fived Tom, and said reservedly: "Draco."

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