Unseal at Hogwarts

"Hey, look at our Cooper." Malfoy's voice came from the classroom door, "He was flirting with his little savior lover last night, and today they are inseparable."

Tom looked up and saw Malfoy leaning against the classroom door with his arms folded, looking at them maliciously.

Goyle and Crabbe stood on either side of him, laughing.

In the classroom, there were several Slytherins watching the excitement through the windows.

What's wrong with Malfoy again?

Tom still felt a little guilty about Malfoy and was unwilling to conflict with Malfoy.

He turned around, trying to get around Malfoy.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy raised his chin, and Goyle stood at the door with understanding, blocking the way of Tom and the others.

"What are you going to do?" Even Harry was a little angry now, and he asked angrily with a straight face.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy sneered, "You're not doing anything, you just don't like Cooper."

"What do you want?" Tom sighed and asked helplessly.

"It's nothing." Malfoy's face darkened and he took two steps forward, "I feel very unhappy just looking at you."

Harry was extremely angry, but he was also keenly aware of the strange aura between Tom and Malfoy. He raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, and turned to ask Tom for confirmation.

Tom received Harry's gaze and nodded slightly.

Harry understood immediately, laughed, patted Tom's shoulder sympathetically, said nothing, and went into the classroom by himself, pulling Goyle and Crabbe in with him.

Malfoy didn't care where Goyle and the others were going, and just stared at Tom with an unkind look on his face.

"You were beaten last night. I thought you had calmed down."

"I did calm down last night, but today I found that I felt particularly unhappy when I saw you." Malfoy said matter-of-factly.

Tom had a headache and didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and said feebly: "Then except in class, I will try to stay as far away from you as possible so as not to make you angry."

"Don't even think about it!" After Tom finished speaking, Malfoy immediately growled.

Tom only felt his head hurt more. He had no idea what was wrong with Malfoy.

Could it be that he drank too much of Malfoy's blood last night, causing Malfoy to lose too much blood and causing his brain to not work properly?

Forget it, forget it, don't argue with him anymore.

Tom didn't want to continue talking to Malfoy, so he raised his feet and walked to the classroom.

Unexpectedly, Malfoy went crazy and grabbed Tom's robe and pulled it towards him.

Tom had to stop.

"Pa-ta-ta--"

Moody's distinctive footsteps sounded not far away in the corridor.

Tom felt a little irritable and looked back at Malfoy, hoping that he would let him go.

Malfoy looked down the corridor, then at Tom, and finally let go angrily.

After the Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, Tom and Harry quickly slipped out of the classroom.

"Malfoy also knows?" Harry joked, "That's why I said, just come to me directly when you need it. Isn't it terrible now? Malfoy is not easy to deal with."

Tom didn't want to talk at all.

"But I'm also curious." Harry carefully observed the surroundings, then leaned into Tom's ear and whispered, "Did you really just drink his blood? From the look on Malfoy's face, I feel like you did other terrible things."

thing."

"What else can I do to him?"

Harry chuckled obscenely: "Think about what Malfoy said before - oh, I suddenly remembered, and what Malfoy said at the door of the lounge yesterday - if you ask me, Malfoy must have fallen in love with you.

."

What the hell?

Tom shivered and had goosebumps all over his body.

"What you said is even more ridiculous than what was in the Daily Prophet."

Harry didn't take it seriously, and instead began to talk about Malfoy's various actions towards Tom. The more he spoke, the more certain he became, and his eyes even started to shine: "Thinking about it this way, Malfoy's behavior makes perfect sense.

ah!"

"Have you forgotten that Malfoy did this to you in the beginning? Did he also like you at that time?" Tom countered.

Harry thought for a while and became discouraged.

The chaotic day passed, and night shrouded Hogwarts. In the auditorium of the castle, all the students could not restrain their excitement. They ate a few bites of dinner in a hurry and waited for Dumbledore to announce the Triwizard Tournament.

A warrior.

Dumbledore stood up, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.

"I think in a minute the decision will be made on the Goblet of Fire," said Dumbledore. "After the names of the champions are announced, I want them to go into the next room and receive initial instructions."

Dumbledore pointed to the door behind the teachers' desk.

The students all nodded nervously. Tom found that Professor Karkaroff and Ms. Maxim on both sides of Dumbledore looked as nervous as the students, and only Mr. Crouch looked bored.

Tom also noticed that when he glanced at Moody, Moody smiled grimly at him.

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it widely. Most of the candles in the auditorium were extinguished. In the half-lit auditorium, the Goblet of Fire gave off a dazzling light.

Tom couldn't help but stare at the Goblet of Fire, and Harry beside him also held his breath.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, the flame of the Goblet of Fire turned fiery red, and then, a tongue of flames shot up, and a piece of paper with the edge burnt black floated down.

Dumbledore raised his hand and caught the note. He read the name on the note in the light of the Goblet of Fire: "Victor Krum, Champion of Durmstrang."

The cheers in the auditorium almost shook the magic ceiling down. Professor Karkaroff shouted excitedly from the teacher's chair: "That's great! Viktor!"

But such enthusiastic emotions did not seem to be infected by Viktor Krum. He stood up next to the excited Malfoy and walked listlessly to the next room.

The name of Beauxbatons' warrior soon came out, it was the extremely beautiful Fleur Delacour.

After Fleur Delacour entered the next room, the auditorium became quiet again.

Every student in Hogwarts looked at the Goblet of Fire with excitement. When Dumbledore caught the third note spit out by the Goblet of Fire, Tom could almost feel that all the Slytherins "thumped" violently.

Beating heartbeat.

"The Champion of Hogwarts," Dumbledore announced loudly, "Cedric Diggory!"

At the Hufflepuff table, the cheers were deafening.

The students in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor looked on with envy. Even the Slytherins, who knew how to hide their emotions, couldn't help but cast envious and jealous looks at Cedric Diggory.

look.