Unseal at Hogwarts

"Thank you for having such a high opinion of me, Bova." Tom said awkwardly, "I have something else to do. Let's talk about it when we have the chance."

After saying that, Tom ignored the excited Natalia Bova, strode towards Harry, and dragged Harry and Kerubelos, who were playing crazy, back to the castle.

"How's it going?" Harry said with a smirk on his face, not caring that Tom was tugging at his robe roughly.

"It's not what you think." Tom said seriously, "I have something to ask you. Let's go back to the dormitory and talk."

"Ah, don't ask me." Harry shook his head quickly, "I have never even touched a girl's little hand!"

Tom glanced at Harry, really wanting to open her mind and see what messy things this savior was thinking about all day long.

"Do you only think about girls every day?" Tom asked with some hatred.

"Hey!" Harry protested loudly, "I didn't! Sirius said that if we don't start early, all the good girls will be taken away!"

"Pa" Tom helplessly slapped his face.

Harry, the godfather, sounds a bit unreliable.

"Sirius also said that if my father hadn't made a preemptive move in the first grade, my mother wouldn't have been able to marry my father so easily!"

Harry continued without giving up.

"I don't want to know the relationship status of your parents at all." Tom thought of his parents who were so sweet every day, and his head ached. "Of course I don't care about your relationship status either."

Harry looked at Tom with a ghostly expression: "Did you really not notice at all? Our classmates are already in pairs - are you not worried at all?"

What a hurry!

Tom cursed in his heart, he was only eleven years old, okay? He didn't want to be like his father, who indulged in the gentle country prematurely.

"We have more important things to do, Harry." Tom said seriously.

But Ruberos followed him, grinning silently.

Tom pulled Harry and walked quickly towards the dungeon.

Midway, Peeves held up a basket of paper balls and wanted to throw them at Tom and Harry, but Tom stopped him with a fierce look.

"The look in your eyes just now was so fierce that it could kill someone." Harry stopped joking and looked at Tom with some worry.

"I just have something very important that I want you to confirm." Tom kept walking, and soon he and Harry returned to the dormitory.

Infected by Tom's attitude, Harry sat upright and listened carefully to what Tom said.

Tom recounted what Natalia Bova said about the first grade situation, and then asked Harry: "Did these things really happen when we were in first grade?"

"Of course." Harry was confused, "Didn't we go through this together? To be honest, if it hadn't been for you, Tom, Quirrell would have taken away the Sorcerer's Stone."

Tom was lost in thought, leaving Harry staring blankly at Kerubelos.

Although Rubelos couldn't speak at this time, after listening to the conversation between Tom and Harry, he also knew that things were a little out of control - he would never admit that when the "time" card sent them back to 1991

By then, things had gotten out of control.

Seeing that neither Tom nor Kerubelos paid any attention to him, Harry shook his head helplessly and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When there was movement in the bathroom, Rubelos asked: "Why did you suddenly know what happened at that time?"

Tom frowned and his golden eyes darkened: "First grader Natalia Bova said it."

"Her?!" Rubelos opened his mouth in surprise, "How could she know such details?"

"This is also what makes me confused." Tom said in a deep voice, "Let's pay close attention to her. I always feel that things are not that simple."

But Rubelos nodded.

The following days were uneventful, and nothing changed except that Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class deepened Tom's rejection of Moody.

He still can't keep up with the course progress in various subjects, and he always makes some ridiculous mistakes in class.

Fortunately, in the potions class, Tom performed extremely well and successfully completed every assignment. This made Tom secretly happy, thinking that he had a slight talent in potions.

That night, after the astronomy get out of class, Tom walked among a group of Slytherin students and walked to the dungeons with Harry.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering noise from the first floor of the castle, which seemed particularly strange in Hogwarts in the middle of the night. The students were so startled that they pulled out their wands and looked around warily.

"Is Peeves being naughty again?" Several students complained softly.

"Maybe we should find Bloody Balor to cure Peeves." Another student muttered.

Having said that, the students are still vigilant and will not let down their guard at all because of their speculations.

"Stab-" A sound of tearing fabric sounded in the crowd.

"Who is it!" Malfoy shouted angrily.

All the students stopped.

Tom held a heavy astronomy textbook and turned to look at Malfoy.

This sight almost made him laugh out loud.

Malfoy's black robe, embroidered with delicate dark patterns, was torn open for unknown reasons, and even the black silk shirt underneath was torn open, exposing the pale skin of his waist.

Malfoy blushed and looked around angrily with his wand, trying to find the culprit.

The surrounding Slytherins remained silent and actively helped Malfoy search for him, fearing that the angry Malfoy would vent his anger on himself.

Harry nudged Tom with his arm.

Tom turned around and saw Harry pointing silently at the shadows of the people on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked.

"I always feel like a dark shadow just got into our shadow." Harry's voice sounded a little uncertain.

Why does this sound inexplicably like the unfolding of a ghost novel?

Tom complained secretly, but based on his trust in Harry, he followed the direction of Harry's finger and looked carefully.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the shadows on the ground.

Just when Tom was about to raise his head and observe his surroundings, his heart tightened, and a familiar feeling came over him.

It's the Clow card!

Tom didn't even need to look for Rubelos to understand what this familiar feeling was.

He handed the textbook he was holding to Harry, knelt down and pointed at the shadow on the ground with his silver-haired basswood wand.

What Clow card could it be?

Tom guessed in his mind, while secretly complaining that the Clow card appeared at the wrong time.

Harry simply piled Tom and his textbooks on the ground, and squatted down with Tom.

[Another week is about to pass, and I sadly find that my collection has been lost, woo hoo, sad (;′⌒`)]