Unseal at Hogwarts

It was the first time that Tom saw such a distinctive face.

Not to mention how impressive that scarred face is, the blue eyes that are as big as coins and keep rolling around are enough to make people take a breath.

"Please allow me to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor," Dumbledore's cheerful voice broke the silence in the auditorium, "Professor Moody."

Only then did Tom notice that Professor Quirrell's seat was originally empty. It was not until Professor Moody sat on it that the staff table was filled with people.

Oh, that Professor Quirrell was sent to meet Merlin by Harry when he was in first grade.

Tom thought calmly.

Dumbledore cleared his throat: "As I just said, in the next few months, we will have the honor to host a very exciting event - this event has not been held for more than a century. I am very happy

I would like to inform everyone that the Triwizard Tournament will be held at Hogwarts this year."

"You've got to be kidding me!" one of the Weasley twins shouted.

Everyone couldn't help laughing. Even Malfoy, who had always been reserved and maintained his aristocratic demeanor, curled up his lips.

"Do you want to participate, Potter?" When Dumbledore introduced the Triwizard Tournament, Malfoy asked with his chin raised, "so that your already famous reputation will be even more famous?"

"Fuck you, Malfoy." Harry cursed in a low voice, "Didn't you hear Professor Dumbledore say you must be seventeen years or older to participate?"

"But you always have a way, don't you?" Malfoy pretended to adjust his collar, "Am I right, Tom?"

Tom? What the hell?

Could it be that in the past three years, Malfoy failed to capture Harry, but he himself captured Malfoy?

When Tom followed the crowd towards the dungeon, he was filled with doubts.

"When did I get on such good terms with Malfoy?" Tom asked Harry in a low voice.

"Who knew?" Harry said angrily, "The young master called you that in the third grade - I doubted it too!"

Useless and weird Malfoy.

Tom concluded.

The dormitory was still the same one he had in the first grade. Tom went to take a shower first, and when he came out, he started to look through his cabinet.

He wanted to see if he could find textbooks from first to third grade so he could catch up on them before class.

Maybe Dumbledore said hello and he actually found it in the cupboard.

When Harry came out of the bathroom with his wet hair staring at him, he saw Tom flipping through the previous textbook seriously and reading hard.

"Are you exaggerating?" Harry exclaimed, "Class only starts tomorrow, are you working so hard now?"

"If I said that I have forgotten almost everything I learned in the past few years, would you believe it?" Tom said gloomily.

"The troll believes it." Harry replied without hesitation, "Don't tease me. From the first grade to the third grade, which year did you not get the first place in your grades? Even my average grades have not been forgotten.

What you learned, can you still forget?"

Tom scratched his hair and carried his textbook melancholy.

Harry shrugged, sat down next to Tom, took out his fourth grade textbook and started reading.

"To be honest, if it weren't for you, I would have doubted that I would have been repeated a grade." Harry muttered.

"?" Tom cast a doubtful look at him.

"You always want me to preview, review, preview, and review." Harry's eyes almost rolled to the top of his head, "And starting after Christmas in the first grade, you have refused to give me your homework for reference!"

Tom thought for a while and felt that this was indeed something he could do, so he smiled kindly at Harry, who gave him an elbow in return.

While lying on the soft big bed, Tom was grateful that he had taken classes seriously in the past few years and had taken dense notes in every textbook.

I am really capable!

Tom praised himself in his mind and closed his eyes.

After a good night's sleep, Tom sat on the bed to sort out his situation, looked at the time, and decided to memorize the textbook again before breakfast.

Hedwig brought Tom his school supplies at breakfast. Tom carried the big package back to the dormitory and brought Harry breakfast by the way - Harry had just woken up.

Tom packed his things, took the textbooks he needed for the morning class - the curriculum came out last night - and went to class with Harry.

Tom and Harry had just walked out of the Slytherin lounge, and the first-year freshman Natalia Bova ignored everyone's attention, broke away from the first-year team, and hugged his arm familiarly. Tom tried several times, but failed.

Withdrew his arm from Natalia Bova.

After finally putting aside the chirping and lively Bova, Tom's ears were finally clear. He and Harry went to Charms class together.

When they walked into the classroom, Malfoy in front of them stopped inexplicably, turned back and taunted Tom: "It's your first time to enjoy a girl's enthusiasm, isn't it, Cooper?"

Oh, now it's Cooper again.

Tom thought, he was called Tom last night, and now he is called Cooper.

He began to wonder whether his self in the past three years—or his future self—had taken the wrong direction in Malfoy's strategy, which caused Malfoy to treat him so strangely.

Tom looked at Malfoy speechlessly, with a standard fake smile on his lips: "After all, I don't want the noble Master Malfoy to be so charming and always enjoy the enthusiasm from girls."

Tom watched Malfoy's awkward expression as he wanted to laugh but didn't want to laugh, and walked into the classroom.

Behind Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson crossed her arms and pursed her lips, shaking her head at Tom.

Tom walked into Lesser's house confused.

This section is a spells lesson.

Professor Flitwick's class is still so interesting.

Tom was originally worried that he had not taken the courses for the previous three years and would not be able to keep up with the progress of his studies. But fortunately, apart from the theory, Tom was still able to cast the spell before get out of class ended, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

After the Charms get out of class, there was only Care of Magical Creatures class with Gryffindor in the morning.

Although the professor, Hagrid, was Harry's friend, Harry quietly told Tom that maybe the course would be better if Hagrid was willing to replace the magical animals with more harmless ones.

Tom has no opinion on this.

"Hey, Tom!" Natalia Bova appeared out of nowhere, swinging her two long ponytails and holding Tom's arm, "What a coincidence, you've just finished class too?"

Harry saw his friend's face darken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although Cynthia has always taught Tom to maintain the etiquette of a gentleman towards girls, Tom really has no affection for such a girl who has no sense of propriety.