Unseal at Hogwarts

"Unfortunately," he said stiffly, "we are going to class."

"Ah!" Natalia Bova's eyes sparkled, "I happen to have no classes next, can I visit your class?"

Harry began to sincerely admire Natalia Bova's thick skin.

Tom smiled falsely, took out his hand, and prepared to leave directly.

Seeing that Natalia Bova was about to get entangled, Malfoy and his two followers appeared out of nowhere and aggressively knocked Bova's body away and inserted themselves between Tom and Bova.

"Pay attention to your identity, freshman."

Tom heard the sound of Malfoy chewing ice shavings.

Natalia Bova trembled all over, looked timidly at the backs of the Malfoys, then glanced pitifully at Tom and Harry, and walked away with heavy steps.

Tom and Harry looked at me and I looked at you. They exchanged looks and walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Because it had just rained last night, the road at the edge of the Forbidden Forest was a little muddy. By the time Tom and Harry arrived at the class location, all the Gryffindor students had arrived, and the Slytherins occupied the only area domineeringly.

Clean venue.

Seeing Tom and Harry coming over, the Slytherin students kindly gave them a small, clean spot in the corner.

Hagrid hadn't come yet, and the Gryffindors gathered in groups of twos and threes, discussing animatedly how the organizers would identify the age of applicants.

"It's as if they can participate if they know how to distinguish the age of the contestants." Malfoy folded his arms, leaned against the tree trunk, and sneered loudly, "I don't know where they get the confidence."

Goyle, Crabbe and all the Slytherins headed by Malfoy laughed together.

Tom was speechless at Malfoy's childish provocation.

But it's obvious that everyone in Gryffindor is on the same level as Malfoy.

They didn't know whether it was shame or anger, their faces turned red and they glared at the Slytherins.

Especially that Weasley, who even stared at the innocent Harry.

"Didn't they hear what Professor Dumbledore said?" Harry never participated in the dispute between Slytherin and Gryffindor, so he didn't notice Weasley's gaze. He whispered in Tom's ear.

, "The death rate in the Triwizard Tournament is not low!"

"I don't think Gryffindors would care about this." Tom looked at Gryffindor and answered Harry with a side face, "Not just Gryffindor, I'm afraid we Slytherins also want to participate."

"No way?" Harry looked confused.

Tom really had nothing to say to this group of immature people, but if his friends had doubts, he was still willing to explain them.

So he raised his chin in the direction of Malfoy: "Others won't tell, but look at Malfoy."

Harry listened and turned to observe carefully.

"You see the expression on his face when he speaks, he is laughing at others, but his chin is raised, as if he is looking at people through his nostrils, and his eyes are shining with pride." Tom explained, "It means that he thinks that if he can

If he signs up, he will be confident that he can participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

Harry's face twisted into a strange shape: "Why didn't I see this? Doesn't he always have that expression on others?"

Just when the tension between the two houses was tense, the tall Hagrid came leading his huge hound.

"Good morning!" Hagrid said, smiling at Harry. "I think you won't want to miss this - the Blast-Ended Skrewt!"

Tom wrinkled his nose helplessly.

The Slytherins took a step back in unison, trying to stay as far away from Hagrid as possible.

The Gryffindors instantly put aside their anger towards Slytherin and jumped away from Hagrid one by one.

One Gryffindor girl even said "disgusting".

At Hagrid's feet, there were several large boxes containing Blast-Ended Skrewts. The Blast-Ended Skrewts inside looked very scary.

Their whole bodies looked like deformed lobsters with their shells removed, white and gray and sticky, with many legs sticking out in random directions, and no head was visible.

They were stacked on top of each other, twisting and crawling around, and exuding a strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp. Even the big-hearted Gryffindor couldn't help but retched a few times.

"Just hatched!" Hagrid puffed out his chest and said proudly, "You can raise them yourself!"

"Why should we raise them?" Malfoy said coldly. "What are we raising them for? Are they of any use?"

Hagrid's eyes widened as he seemed to be thinking.

After a few seconds, he said gruffly: "That's for the next lesson, Malfoy. Just feed them today."

Hagrid pointed to the bucket filled with ant eggs, frog livers and green snakes that sat in front of them.

"It's really disgusting." Pansy Parkinson hugged Malfoy's arm, with disgust written all over her face.

No one wants to reach into the bucket and grab that sticky stuff.

Hagrid looked awkwardly from this to that.

Harry next to Tom seemed to want to help Hagrid re-establish his authority as a professor.

Fortunately, at this time, the Gryffindor student suppressed the nausea in his heart, stepped forward, grabbed a handful of frog livers, and threw them into the box.

Reluctantly, the Slytherin students also began to feed the snails.

Tom really didn't want to reach out to grab those slippery things, but when he saw that even Malfoy was obediently feeding the snails, he had to reach out hesitantly.

At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a yellow figure flashing past in the Forbidden Forest not far away, which looked very much like Keruberos.

But Rubelos was playing happily, and he actually wanted to feed these strange creatures.

Tom thought sadly and threw the ant eggs into the box.

He now fully agreed with Harry's previous evaluation of Hagrid's lessons.

After finally getting to the end of get out of class, Tom and Harry sat down at the Slytherin table.

Tom looked at the sumptuous lunch on the table and lost all appetite.

"Don't you want to eat something, Tom?" Harry asked while eating mashed potatoes. "Although Professor Binns has a class in the afternoon, it's best to eat something!"

Tom looked at his hand that had caught the ant eggs before. Although he had washed it carefully, he really didn't want to eat with this hand.

In the end, it was Harry who forced Tom to stuff some bread so that Tom wasn't hungry.

Be like a man!

Tom encouraged himself with Marcus' words.

It is worth mentioning that when Tom was a child, Cynthia kept dressing Tom as a girl in order to make up for the regret of not being able to give birth to a daughter, so that Tom was confused about his gender for a time.

In order to get Tom back on track, Marcus never stopped training Tom in "manliness" when Tom was in elementary school.

Even so, Tom still has some lingering squeamishness to this day.