The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Draco Malfoy felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly. If it hadn't been for his father's order, how could he have come here, shamelessly begging Tom to give him a vacant seat like a shameless beggar? He usually didn't even bother to talk to Tom, let alone ride to school together - there was even a Mudblood in this car who polluted the air, and Malfoy just stood here and felt very uncomfortable.

But he had no choice. His father gave a death order that he must get in touch with Tom Yoder before the end of this semester. Not to mention becoming friends, he must at least return to a neutral position before inviting him to join the food team. Team of Death Apostles. Can't do it? Then cut off your pocket money. If you don't get this done before the end of the school year, don't go back to Malfoy Manor during the summer vacation.

It was the first time for Draco Malfoy to be given such an order by his own father. After understanding a certain situation, he also realized the seriousness of the problem. He had no choice, and neither did his father.

How is the relationship between you and Yodel? Malfoy is quite knowledgeable, and the two of them are not just in love with each other, but they can also be said to be in love. It's just a pity that it's physical. Malfoy has been beaten twice by Tom...

Before opening the box door, Malfoy naively believed that as long as he extended an olive branch of friendship, the relationship between the two could return to normal, but Tom ruthlessly rejected him.

Malfoy just sat on the wax. The words he just said were the best soft words that could be composed according to his character. If this was rejected, what should he do?

Go back to school and figure out how to repair the relationship? But the Hogwarts Express is almost the best opportunity to be alone! To have Malfoy surrender to Tom in public was worse than killing him.

However, Draco Malfoy is worthy of being the heir of the Malfoy family, and his social potential is still extremely strong. He took a deep breath, pretended not to hear Tom's expulsion order, and talked to himself.

"Yordle, the power of those two spells you released in the World Cup is really amazing. My dad told me, were they Li Huo?"

Tom frowned, not understanding what kind of medicine Malfoy was selling in his gourd. You wouldn't run up to Dumbledore and shout, "Tom Yoder is studying dark magic. Professor Dumbledore, please fire him quickly", right? This is too darkly humorous.

But just to be on the safe side, I might as well refuse to admit it. In today's wizarding world, it is always not a good thing to be associated with black magic, as it can easily ruin one's reputation.

"You said it was Li Huo, do you have any evidence?"

Malfoy was confused by Tom's rhetorical question.

"Uh...because it's blue?"

"Blue flames are very common. The natural gas commonly used by Muggles is blue flame. The natural gas combines with oxygen in the core of the flame. Due to insufficient oxygen, it cannot be completely burned, and some carbon monoxide is generated. The carbon monoxide is fully combined with oxygen at the tail of the flame. The reaction burns, eventually producing a blue flame." Tom quickly gave Malfoy a brief introduction to the combustion principle of flames.

One thing to say is that flame burning in the non-magical world involves a series of knowledge such as flame color reaction and energy level transition, so different substances will have different colors of flames when burning. But the magic world cannot use this explanation to answer. The reason why Li Huo is blue has nothing to do with natural gas. It is a magical factor. Perhaps Dumbledore can provide an answer.

Of course, this didn't stop Tom from making Malfoy look confused.

"Uh... let's forget about these messy things for now, Yodel, you have such a high magical talent, you can't be an ordinary Muggle - I said, you have been wandering before being admitted to Hogwarts. So you don’t know who your biological parents are, so you are most likely a descendant of a pure-blood family." Malfoy tried to dig out a lot of unfamiliar terms and said to Tom sincerely.

Conscience of heaven and earth! Malfoy dared to swear an oath to Merlin and the ancestors of the Malfoy family. He had shown the utmost sincerity. He was even willing to admit that Tom Yoder was a pure-blood!

When Draco's father Lucius told him this last night, he was also very surprised, but when he thought about it carefully, it made sense. And in the eyes of these supporters of pure blood theory, if Tom Yoder is born of pure blood, it can prove the nobility of pure blood.

"Hey, you pure-blood families are really funny," Hermione rolled her eyes, "Are you ready to find an ancestor for Tom now? Why did you go there earlier!"

Tom silently gave Hermione a thumbs up. Malfoy was doing a very good job. I don’t know how a wizard who has settled in the British Isles for generations learned the skills of Korean Muggles.

"I never think there is any difference between pure blood and non-pure blood," Tom looked at Malfoy coldly, "because you can't explain whether the parents of the first pure-blood wizard were wizards - if so, he was He is not the first pure-blood wizard. If not, he is not pure-blood. And your so-called theory of pure-blood excellence is even more ridiculous. If the purer the wizard's blood and the stronger the magic power, then we Muggle-born wizards are actually You are the first generation of wizards, and our blood is the purest."

These words caused a critical blow to Malfoy's heart.

Malfoy couldn't refute Tom because his logic was so smooth.

In Tom's opinion, wizards most likely originated from a mixture of magical animals and humans. This magical bloodline has been passed down like this, forming various wizard families. According to the legend of King Arthur, Merlin was born from the union of a dream monster and a mortal woman, which also supports Tom's point of view from the side.

"By the way, the mysterious man you admire is actually a half-blood wizard." After hearing these last words, Malfoy couldn't help it. He pushed open the door of the box and quickly left this unpleasant place.

As for the father’s mission? Definitely next time!

He was so excited that he even forgot to say a few harsh words to save the situation.

After Malfoy left, Hermione looked at Tom thoughtfully.

"What were you doing before you received your acceptance letter to Hogwarts?"

Hermione's question made Tom shiver. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but Hermione stared straight at him. He couldn't avoid it because he really couldn't deceive the girl in front of him who gave almost all the good things to him.

"Uh... you should know that I just wander around, rummaging through trash cans and the like... Well, actually I just wander around the streets of London, stealing things from time to time when people aren't paying attention..." Tom's gaze Twinkle, said vaguely.

This experience he had before he was eleven years old can be regarded as a scar in his life, and it is what he wants to hide most. This experience left him with a deep sense of inferiority when facing Hermione.

Hermione said that their meeting was like Paul and Tonya. In fact, the gap between him and Hermione was much greater than that between Paultonia. Hermione's family background is not inferior to Tonya's, but she is far inferior to Paul - Paul still has a family and a job after all!

To be fair, in this new place, Tom felt that he would definitely not deal with a little homeless man digging through his own trash can. But Hermione not only responded, but also gave him a bag of cakes.

What a kind girl, Hermione's existence is completely the white moonlight in Tom's heart. But the kinder she was, the more Tom felt ashamed of himself, always feeling that he had taken advantage of others.

Hermione interrupted Tom's hesitation, "I didn't ask you this. When you were in the orphanage, did the nuns in the orphanage tell you about your parents?"

Tom shook his head. The nuns were all taciturn, like a group of mutes, rarely speaking.

"Then why are you called Tom Yoder?"

"The mammies have always called me this. I really haven't thought about this problem before." When Hermione asked, Tom was also a little confused.

"That's it..." Hermione showed a look of regret on her face, as if she couldn't get any useful information from Tom's mouth.

"Wait, did you just say petty theft?" Hermione noticed that Tom seemed to be confessing something serious. She suddenly became energetic, and the fire of gossip in her heart burned brightly.

"Excuse me! Tom Yoder, I didn't expect you to have such a story - tell it quickly!"

Hearing this, Tom's expression showed a hint of embarrassment, "Okay, well, there are a lot of swans in the river in London, you know that, right?"

"You know—huh?!" Hermione's eyes widened, "Is it possible?"

"Ah, yes, sometimes I'm so hungry that I have no choice but to steal some of the Queen's property." Tom also felt a little embarrassed. The day he met Professor McGonagall, there was a goose stewed in his "home".

I hope Professor McGonagall doesn't misunderstand, the owl he stewed is really not the Hogwarts owl. Owls are too powerful to attack and don't have much meat, making them uneconomical to hunt. Those big geese that have been fed fat are easier to catch.

"Ah... uh, can that thing be eaten?"

"Well, remove the internal organs, then wrap it with some leaves, newspapers or something, apply a layer of mud on the outside, bury it in the fire and simmer it before eating." Tom briefly explained to Hermione how to cook the beggar goose. .

Hermione fell into silence. She didn't mean to blame Tom - Tom didn't do this kind of thing for the sake of appetite. She knew from just listening that the meat produced this way was definitely very unpalatable. This shows what kind of situation Tom was in at that time. .

To put it bluntly, he was on the verge of starving to death. People are going to starve to death, so why bother?

"At least you won't be hungry now." After a while, Hermione choked out this sentence.

"Yeah..." Tom fell into emotion. The admission notice to Hogwarts really changed his destiny.

The compartment of the train returned to silence, and the train swayed all the way north in the rain. The rain did not change with the change of geographical location, but became more intense, even blocking the sun's rays. So in broad daylight, the lights in the carriage were also on.

"This reminds me of my experience last semester." Hermione looked at the heavy rain outside and suddenly remembered what happened in the third grade. That year, the Dementors attacked the Hogwarts Express and made a mess, leaving a very bad memory for everyone.

Tom:…

"You won't faint now." Hermione blinked.

Which pot is not opened and lifted? Tom rolled his eyes and put a finished curse-resistant glove into a box.

"What is this?" Hermione had long been curious about what Tom was busy with, but he was concentrating on his work and could not be disturbed. She didn't broach the topic until he was done.

Tom told Hermione about the custom-made curse-proof gloves from the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione looked enlightened.

At this time, there was the sound of a trolley rattling outside the door, and Tom knew that lunch time was here. When the cart came to the door of their private room, Tom stopped the cart and came back with a bunch of food.

"Eat something to fill your stomach first, it's still early before the dinner party." Tom handed Hermione a piece of pumpkin pie and opened a pack of chocolate frogs himself.

"Ha! The invincible Andros, the owner of the patron saint of giants." Tom opened a picture that he did not have. Looking at the introduction on the picture, Tom suddenly remembered something.

"The two of us may also be included in the chocolate frog picture," Tom raised the picture [The Invincible Andros] in his hand, which made his words very credible.

"Hey, really?" Hermione put down the pie in her hand, feeling a little excited.

This is a chocolate frog picture, and Professor Dumbledore is on it!

"But we..." Hermione was a little unconfident. She always felt that she and Tom could not be included in the special patron saint.

Tom read her inner thoughts.

"We can combine and print on one card."

This idea appealed to Hermione so much, it sounded so romantic! This is a picture that belongs to two people alone and can be seen by the whole world...

As for the future, if the two of them achieve far more than they have achieved now...then the worst case scenario is to make another separate card for the two of them!

The original picture could be "Tom and Hermione", but the new picture might as well add an adjective in front of the name, such as "Breakthrough of Boundaries" and "Conquering the World". Maybe it can also boost sales of chocolate frogs!

Tom and Hermione just chatted and enjoyed their lunch. The rest of the journey was spent in this comfortable atmosphere. During this period, several friends of the two came to visit them and review the events of the World Cup with them.

The weather was not good, and the rain outside had no intention of stopping until the Hogwarts Express slowed down and stopped at the Hogsmeade platform.

After the car door opened, there was a rumble of thunder.

Hermione wrapped Crookshanks in her cloak, and then remembered something, "Don't you know weather spells? Can you...?"

Tom glanced at the pouring rain outside, and he felt that Hermione seemed to have a skewed understanding of him.

I'm still a child!

Even Dumbledore can't change this level of celestial phenomena, right?

However... Tom was still a little itchy and had the urge to give it a try.

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