Unseal at Hogwarts

A platinum-blonde head appeared in front of them.

"Malfoy!" Harry shouted.

Tom nudged him with his elbow: "Don't be so loud, you will wake everyone up."

Harry closed his mouth.

Malfoy's already pale face turned even paler.

Pretending to be calm, he straightened his clothes and prepared to go to the bedroom.

"Night trip?" Harry whispered to Tom, "If we tell the professor about this, Malfoy won't cause trouble for us at least for a while, right?"

The sharp-eared Malfoy stopped in an instant, faced them and sneered: "Ah ha, if I am detained by the professor, then you will not be much better! I will follow you..."

"You're following us!" Harry became angry.

Tom slapped his forehead: Okay, no one can blame anyone now.

But Ruberos twitched the corner of his mouth.

"How about we sit down and talk?" Tom suggested.

He glanced at Harry and said, "Let's talk calmly."

Malfoy hummed, tossed his robe, and sat down.

Tom also sat down.

Harry looked at Tom, then at Malfoy, and sat down angrily.

"First of all, neither of us has evidence of the other party's night walks." Tom said.

"We all saw it!" Harry pointed out, receiving a gentle pat on the back of his hand from Tom.

A look of jealousy flashed across Malfoy's face.

"Secondly, rather than finding trouble with each other, I think we can still try to have a relatively friendly relationship as classmates."

Harry and Malfoy both snorted.

"So, now, why don't we talk about our opinions first?" Tom asked with a smile, "Malfoy, why are you following us?"

"A Mudblood wandering around with Potter in the middle of the night looks suspicious no matter how you look at it," Malfoy sneered. "In order to prevent Slytherin's house points from being deducted by a misfit, of course I have to follow him.

Check it out."

"That's no reason." Harry's face turned red with anger, "You also went out at night, you will only get more points deducted."

"Like Harry said," Tom laughed again, "but I think I probably know what you are thinking. Although neither Harry nor I know what mudblood means, it is not a friendly name.

"

Malfoy turned his head away indifferently.

"You seem to be targeting me more than Harry." Tom said, "It's because Harry would rather be friends with me than with you, right?"

"Who cares about this?" Malfoy immediately retorted, "Don't feel too good about yourself. I'm just not satisfied that a mudblood got into Slytherin."

"Even so, I can let everyone know that Harry and I are the best friends."

"You don't know how to restrain yourself! Don't think you are in a transfiguration class..."

"What happened to Transfiguration?" Harry asked.

Malfoy shut up.

Tom was also confused.

He didn't complete the transformation very well in the Transfiguration class, but from what Malfoy said, it seemed that his performance was initially recognized by the Slytherins?

Of course, he can put this issue aside for now.

"Every time I mention Harry, your temper seems to get irritated." Tom looked at Malfoy with a penetrating look, "You want to be friends with Harry, right?"

Harry looked at Tom in disbelief, as if Tom had just thrown a huge thunderbolt.

Malfoy's little face turned red. He stood up suddenly and opened his mouth, wanting to refute.

"Of course," Tom continued, "for every little wizard, who doesn't want to be friends with Harry? Think about the way those people looked at Harry, as if they were all about to pounce on Harry.

"

Even Harry's face turned red now: "No..."

Malfoy's face looked better.

He glared at Tom and sat down again.

"Since we are all Slytherins, and we don't want to cause any disputes, how about we negotiate a peace?" Tom suggested, "How about Malfoy will no longer take the initiative to provoke, and Harry and I will not provoke you?"

"I thought we never interfered with each other." Malfoy said shamelessly.

Harry rolled his eyes wide.

Tom looked at Malfoy with a half-smile.

The three of them fell into silence for a while. An uneasy atmosphere spread in the Slytherin lounge.

Harry moved his butt uncomfortably. Tom and Malfoy remained motionless, looking at each other, neither letting go of the other.

But Ruberos stood up, put his front paws in front of him, slumped his waist, and stretched out a lot.

Malfoy didn't blink, as if he would lose if he blinked.

"In this case, I hope we can continue to not interfere with each other in the future - if you want to be friends with Harry, it depends on your own performance." In the end, it was Tom who spoke first.

If he didn't speak, he would be so sleepy that he would fall asleep. He didn't have as strong a self-esteem as Malfoy. After all, Marcus once said, show weakness when it's time to show weakness. Anyway, showing weakness doesn't cost money and can avoid a lot of trouble.

Wouldn't that make you look weak?

Tom didn't understand it at that time, but Marcus said: Strength does not depend on the moment. When you become stronger in the future, wouldn't it be better to suppress it again?

So Tom doesn't have any psychological burden at all now.

Malfoy, on the other hand, felt uncomfortable. He thought that this Mudblood was somewhat arrogant. Looking at the Mudblood's behavior, he didn't seem to be a shameless person. How could he have expected that this Mudblood would give in after being persuaded?

What made him even more angry was that Potter not only ignored his noble pure-blood self, but also chose to become friends with such a shameless mudblood!

Malfoy felt depressed for a while, and watched helplessly as the two of them swaggered back to the dormitory.

The following days were very ordinary. Except for the fact that Gryffindor came to provoke him every day and annoyed him, everything went smoothly.

As Tom worked hard, he could cast more and more spells. Even if a group of Gryffindors pointed their wands at him, he could easily handle them.

But unfortunately, the "Shi" card is still missing.

In a blink of an eye, it's Friday.

At breakfast, Hedwig delivered a scrawled note - it was from Hagrid.

Harry unfolded the note and burst into laughter.

"I thought Hagrid would never talk to me again," Harry said. "When we were in Diagon Alley, Hagrid -"

At this point, Harry leaned into Tom's ear and whispered: "—Has a very low opinion of Slytherin. He feels that there is no wizard who has gone bad who did not come from Slytherin."

Harry didn't notice that while he and Tom were whispering, almost the entire auditorium fell silent.

But when Harry sat upright, the sound of conversation gradually began to fill the auditorium again.

"Hagrid looked very sad when they were sorted." Harry took out his quill, wrote a few words on the back of the note, and asked Hedwig to send it away.

"If he really cares about you, no matter which college you are in, he will never ignore you." Tom said.

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