Unseal at Hogwarts

"Harry, can I borrow your Hedwig?" Tom asked excitedly.

Harry graciously agreed.

Tom immediately took out a piece of letter paper and picked up a pen to start writing.

But just as the pen tip landed on the paper, he hesitated again.

Letters are no better than phone calls; they are likely to be intercepted and read by someone.

Although no one would care about a letter from an eleven-year-old child, but what if?

Tom remembered the way Dumbledore looked at him last night, as well as the expressions of students from various colleges looking at him, and felt that he had better be cautious.

He definitely can't write something as important as "I accidentally went back in time." So what should he write to let his parents know his current situation?

Tom held his forehead and thought hard, and the ink dripped from the tip of the pen onto the letter paper, leaving a black mark.

He unconsciously touched the smeared ink ball with the tip of his pen.

No, no, if my parents receive the letter and find that I am still at home, will they regard the letter as a prank?

Tom began to have a picture in his mind -

A family of three happily ate a sumptuous dinner in the garden. A snow-white owl whizzed past, and a parchment letter plopped down onto the dinner plate, causing the family to complain.

When they opened the letter, they found that the writer was looking at the paper with the recipient in confusion...

Tom sighed dejectedly: "Forget it, I'll write it after I think about it clearly!"

He also packed his school bag, took Crouberus, and went to the common room with Harry.

Almost all the first-year students have arrived. They are neatly dressed, their backs are straight, and their calm faces reveal a hint of excitement and anticipation.

Malfoy was surrounded by everyone, and even the senior students seemed to be close to him.

Harry took Tom and hid quietly behind everyone, and followed the large group to the auditorium for breakfast.

"...I don't even know how capable I am, so I just want to hold on to Harry."

"That's right, I think Harry will join Slytherin. He must have been deceived by him."

"If I had known that this kid would trick Harry into going to Slytherin, I should have pulled Harry out of the compartment right then!"

"It would be great if Harry could be transferred to another hospital. He definitely didn't go to Slytherin voluntarily."

…

These words were spoken so loudly and harshly that anyone in the auditorium should be able to hear them.

Harry wanted to stand up and explain, but Tom held him down: "It doesn't matter, they said theirs, and it doesn't matter."

Everyone in Slytherin looked like they were watching a good show.

Malfoy gloated, the corners of his mouth raised almost reaching the base of his ears.

Suddenly, someone said:

"We should give him a taste of our Gryffindor wrath!"

Suddenly, the Gryffindor crowd was in a heated mood, and Hermione Granger anxiously persuaded those around her to calm down.

But how could the hot-blooded children listen to her dissuasion? Instead, they pushed her away, trying to pull out the wand and teach Tom a lesson.

"Kelu, do you want to try a special snack?"

Tom's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the Gryffindors to hear.

But Rubelos stopped chewing meat and bared his teeth at the Gryffindors in unison.

The sharp fangs flashed with a heart-stopping cold light, extinguishing the fire in Gryffindor's heart.

They looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward easily.

At this time, the red-haired Gryffindor prefect arrived, and they sat down reluctantly.

"Coward." Malfoy hummed, not knowing who he was talking about.

Harry was preoccupied, but Tom himself was not affected by anything, so he did what he had to do.

After dinner, led by the senior students, they arrived at the Transfiguration classroom smoothly.

Harry and Tom sat down in an inconspicuous corner and started class quietly.

The class had just begun, and Professor McGonagall's magic of transforming the podium into a piglet completely aroused the students' interest in learning the Transfiguration Spell.

Suddenly, no one had the energy to trouble Tom anymore.

Malfoy triumphantly turned the match in front of him into an exquisite embroidery needle, and Gryffindor Hermione Granger also completed the transformation of the match at almost the same moment.

Harry waved his wand in frustration, trying the Transfiguration Charm over and over again.

"Don't be too stressed, Harry," Tom comforted. "At least one end of your match looks sharpened, but mine hasn't changed at all."

Tom waved his magic wand in annoyance. He thought that his failed attempt at magic during the summer vacation was because he had not found the right method. After school started, he would be taught by a professor and he would be able to perform magic smoothly. Unexpectedly, the result was still the same.

Unexpectedly, his match suddenly emitted a burst of thick smoke, which suddenly filled the entire classroom.

Coughing sounds occurred one after another in the classroom.

Professor McGonagall reacted quickly and dispersed the smoke in one go.

Everyone's eyes turned to the initiator.

You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.

On Tom's desk, there is a huge sewing machine.

Gryffindor immediately laughed, but Slytherin's expression changed slightly.

Professor McGonagall didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

She originally thought that there was something wrong with the magic when Tom made such a big noise. Now there was indeed a problem, but it was not what she thought.

Turning a match into an embroidery needle is the most basic transformation of a near-object in transfiguration magic. As long as you practice it well, first-year students can easily complete it.

But turning a match into a sewing machine is different. Turning a small object into a large object requires at least the third grade to do it - it's not a matter of ability, it's a matter of magic.

The more complex transformations require more magic power.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall's heart became heavy.

Last night, Albus came to her and asked her to help pay more attention to Cooper's child, saying that the child's appearance was very suspicious.

Most importantly, Albus also believed that the reason why Potter failed to enter Gryffindor as he imagined was because of this child.

She actually disagreed.

Children's thoughts change rapidly. What they thought one moment will change immediately the next moment.

What the Sorting Hat can see is the quality of the child himself.

Potter was sorted into Slytherin because he possessed the characteristics of Slytherin.

She also saw the commotion in the synagogue in the morning, and wanted to stop the children when they started to do something, but Cooper handled it very well.

His pet just looked ferocious. In her opinion, that pet was just an unusually large cat that loved to eat. When she was patrolling last night, she saw it finding the entrance to the kitchen.

, had a great meal there, and then leisurely returned to the cellar.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Tom Tom said shamefully, sorry for the impact he had brought to the class.

Faced with such a child, what can Professor McGonagall say?

I can only say that this is a normal phenomenon. By the way, I helped him turn the sewing machine back into a match so that Tom could practice more.