[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 141 Visit in Classroom 1

Troubles are troubles, life will always go on.

Although Harry and Ron were angry with him, they didn't go to the teacher to report him - in the minds of teenagers, snitching was considered a despicable act.

So Tom could only sigh and took the opportunity to send a letter to Malfoy, warning him to restrain himself - Malfoy had a very good nose, and he immediately smelled the smoke of a quarrel between him and those Gryffindors. Since he felt that he had taken advantage of them, Malfoy didn't mind giving in a little bit and happily promised not to "actively" conflict with them again.

Fortunately, the next class that Malfoy needs to take is Muggle Studies. Harry and Ron did not choose this class, so there is no need to worry about them meeting again for the time being. Tom wasted no time and sneaked into Classroom 11 on the first floor.

The green plants in classroom No. 11 have grown lush. If the vigorous vitality of the plants seemed a little abnormally exciting last year, now they are in a natural and relaxed posture.

From a human perspective, the centaur standing in the forest glade is also very handsome. The light yellow horse's body looked like flowing gold under the mottled sunlight, and the few strands of hair missing between the light golden braids looked like scattered gold shavings. Between the gold shavings and the flowing gold, there are full and lustrous muscle lines, and the toned body looks like an ancient sculpture.

But when the horseman turned his head and raised his quiet blue eyes to him, the sculpture suddenly came to life.

"You're here," the centaur said calmly.

Tom appeared and said hello: "Good afternoon, Professor Firenze."

"I'd love to say hello to you," the centaur replied, "but if I'm being honest, the stars tell me I'm not having a good day."

"The light of Mars is so bright. And it's getting closer to us." He looked up at the skylight. I'm afraid no one but himself knew what he saw in the clear sky. "You got the red one." A revelation?”

"I feel the darkness approaching," Tom answered him vaguely.

"It's not darkness that's approaching you." The centaur shook his head melancholy, "It's fate."

Tom instinctively resented this statement.

"Well," Tom asked as calmly as he could, "what fate awaits me in the long course of time?"

He hoped that the centaur could tell some useful information, which would at least allow him to decide whether to eliminate the threat of the alien creature in time and space in such a troubled situation.

But the horse people still gave a very confusing answer: "In the cycle of time, only you control your own destiny." 7K妏婩

Tom was beginning to lose his patience.

"Professor," he said bluntly, "can't we make this a little clearer?"

Firenze looked at him with gentle and tolerant eyes and said, "I have made it very clear. You think you don't understand, but you haven't understood it yet."

This was almost the first time in his life that someone questioned his ability to understand. Instead of being offended, Tom felt a little angry and funny.

"Don't be anxious." The centaur shook his tail and said calmly, "Nature will protect us."

Tom smacked the words and asked tentatively: "I heard that there are eyes everywhere in the castle?"

"But this is my classroom." Firenze scratched his front hooves and said such domineering words very gently.

"Is it because it's your classroom or the centaur's classroom?" Tom stared at his expression.

"Even great people like Dumbledore will respect the living habits of centaurs." Firenze said, "But obviously, only smart people understand the meaning of respect." He said meaningfully.

"Are you emphasizing smart people, or are you emphasizing respect?" Tom asked.

"You will understand," the centaur replied vaguely again.

"Okay," Tom exhaled heavily, "are you suggesting that I go to the Forbidden Forest?"

"I won't give you any advice." The centaur chose his words carefully, "It's time for you to go, our fate ends here."

"But I'm not done asking yet," said Tom. He hasn't asked about the mutant magic power yet.

"That's a question I can't give an answer to." The centaur shook his head, and his eyes became serious for the first time, signaling him not to speak.

Tom gritted his teeth and reluctantly closed his mouth.

"Good boy." The muscular horseman gave him a peaceful and tolerant smile, "You can do what you originally wanted to do."

Do what I originally wanted to do?

Tom took hold of his wand and pointed it at the centaur. He did not rush to fire the spell, but looked at the centaur questioningly.

The centaur smiled faintly again.

Tom waved his wand suspiciously: "Forget everything!"

The centaur's quiet blue eyes closed immediately. Tom recast the Disillusionment Charm on himself and retreated to the door. He saw the centaur opening his eyes in a daze, looking at the sky in confusion, and then his expression became calm again. Come down and stand motionless in the forest glade like an ancient sculpture.

Tom quietly exited the classroom, feeling that not only did he not get the answer, but he had more questions.