The autumn sun is shining brightly, shining on the sparkling lake. If you invite a few good friends or bring your loved one for an outing and picnic here, it will definitely be one of the great pleasures of life.
Unfortunately, for the little wizards from Slytherin and Ravenclaw, this beautiful scenery only made them feel a chill, as if they were in hell.
With the waving of Tom's wand, the little wizards were knocked down again and again, and recovered again and again, until they were all in a trance.
But the progress of the young wizards was also visible to the naked eye. It only took one class period for them to go from being completely defenseless at the beginning to being able to barely dodge a few spells.
The get out of class was finally over and the little wizards were about to run away when Tom's smiling words made them feel as if they were falling into an ice cave: "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. The homework hasn't been assigned yet."
"Write a 3-foot-long paper on the chapter on giants in Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense, and..." Tom decided to give these little wizards a little Chinese education shock. He took out a stack of thick test papers from the telescopic bag and distributed them to each little wizard: "Five sets of test papers each. Complete them and hand them in to me before next Monday."
Staring at the test papers in their hands, everyone felt like crying but had no tears. At this moment, they had never missed Qi Luo so much.
"Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Astronomy. Seven subjects, seven essays a week, and 24 test papers. Life is simply unbearable."
In an empty classroom, Harry lay on the table with a look of despair, facing the homework that was still mostly unfinished, and his whole body turned pale.
"Harry, you're much better than me. If it weren't for your help, I don't know how I would have finished so much homework." Neville glanced at the others who were still writing furiously around him, and whispered to comfort Harry.
The study group organized by Tom, which consists of Draco and Cassandra from Slytherin, Hermione from Ravenclaw, Neville from Hufflepuff and Harry from Gryffindor, has been preserved. Especially when the workload increased, everyone found that doing homework together was more efficient. Now it has almost become a regular gathering after class. Unfortunately, Tom is no longer in the study group organized by Tom.
After finishing a set of test papers, Draco stretched himself in a way that was not in line with the temperament of a young master, and then responded to Harry's complaint: "Don't complain. Besides, you are so lucky that you were spotted by Professor McGonagall during the flying class and made an exception to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team. You are so much luckier than those of us who are still struggling with the test papers."
Harry, who had already reconciled with Draco under Tom's mediation, still couldn't help but retort: "Why don't you go and ask Professor Snape to let you join the Slytherin Quidditch team. Not only do you have to complete so much homework every day, but you are also being watched by Wood, a training fanatic, in your training every day. You don't even get enough sleep. If you don't believe me, look here." He pointed to his increasingly dark circles under his eyes.
"Don't be so ungrateful." Draco gritted his teeth, unable to hide his envy. "But speaking of it, you've reconciled with that Weasley, haven't you? It's been so many days, and you didn't bring him with you."
"I called, but Ron heard that the gathering was for homework and refused on the spot."
"Unlearned Weasley." Draco snorted.
"You..." Harry glared at Draco for his friend.
"Okay, stop it." Hermione interrupted the argument between the two, "Why do I feel that there is not enough homework? Don't you think that Hogwarts deserves the title of the best magic school now? By the way, I also borrowed a few more books from the library. I put them on the bookshelf over there. You can also take a look. They are very useful."
After hearing what Hermione said, everyone looked at her as if she were a demon. This kind of king of kings is unbeatable. Really unbeatable.
"But forget about Tom. Why have other professors suddenly increased the amount of homework recently?" Harry asked the question that had been bothering him recently.
"Tom did it." Cassandra, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.
"ah?"
Cassandra saw everyone's confusion and explained to them, "It was Tom who went to convince Professor McGonagall one by one."
"How did he convince him?" Harry's voice trembled a little. Based on Tom's character, he had a feeling that the days ahead might be even more difficult.
"Tom just told the professors a truth. He said that there are only seven years in Hogwarts, and there are only about 38 weeks a year excluding holidays. It would be irresponsible to educate students in such a limited time. And..."
"And what?" Harry snapped.
"And Tom said that doing so would save students from having to cause trouble, hang out at night, and play pranks, and would effectively improve the atmosphere on campus."
"So Professor McGonagall and the others just believed it?" Harry looked incredulous.
"I believe it. In fact, just as Tom said, the number of students hanging out at night and making trouble has obviously decreased during this period. The day before yesterday, Professor McGonagall even praised Tom for coming up with a good idea."
Tired, destroyed. After listening to Cassandra's explanation, Harry felt that his student life at Hogwarts was bleak.
"Cassandra, how do you know so much? Tom is not the kind of person who would tell everyone about it." Hermione seemed to have discovered something and suddenly asked.
"Because I went with him." Cassandra answered confidently, with a hint of pride in her tone.
There was a traitor in the crowd. After hearing this, everyone looked at Cassandra differently.
Facing everyone's questioning looks, Cassandra was not ashamed. Instead, she ruffled her hair and suggested to everyone, "By the way, should we give this study group a formal name?"
"Even including Tom, there are only six of us. Is it necessary?" Hermione frowned slightly.
"Tom said that any organization must have a formal name, just like Grindelwald's Saints or You-Know-Who's Death Eaters. And according to Tom's original words, those present include the eldest son of the Malfoy family, the eldest daughter of the Wally family, the future Sword Master Neville, the future Minister of Magic Hermione, and the Savior. This study group will definitely leave a mark in the history of magic in the future, so the proper sense of ceremony must be maintained. Therefore, I think it is very necessary."
Cassandra explained this, but she was thinking something else: "The Dark Lord has always denied his identity in front of me. I think he wants to keep a low profile, so the name of the Death Eaters organization cannot be used for the time being. It's time to play a role in helping the Dark Lord establish a new organization. Now is an opportunity, and I can also drag the Savior into the water. If I do this, he will reward me."
"But that's something a villain would do. Dumbledore wouldn't do that," Hermione retorted unconsciously.
As soon as she finished speaking, Cassandra, Draco and Neville all looked at Hermione with strange eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Dumbledore has the Order of the Phoenix. Harry and Neville's parents are both members." Draco kindly explained to Hermione's confusion.
"Huh?" It was the first time Harry heard this, and Neville nodded in affirmation.
In the end, it was Cassandra who had the final say.
"So, let your imagination run wild."