Unseal at Hogwarts

Opposite Slytherin, Gryffindor is very interested in the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

They gathered together in twos and threes and discussed enthusiastically how the organizer would identify the age of the 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.

Everyone in Gryffindor didn't know whether it was shame or anger. Everyone turned red and 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 the Gryffindors care about this." Tom was always wary of his surroundings because of his identity. He looked at the Gryffindors and answered Harry with a side face, "It's not just Gryffindors. More, I'm afraid we Slytherins all want to participate."

"No way?" Harry looked confused.

Tom raised his chin in the direction of Malfoy: "Don't tell anyone else, just 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?"

The corner of Tom's mouth twitched, and he looked at Harry with an expression of complete hatred.

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 don't think you want to miss this - the Blast-Ended Skrewt!"

Everyone in Slytherin frowned in unison.

A Gryffindor girl jumped away from Hagrid while screaming disgusted.

Several Gryffindor students who were closer to Hagrid also stayed away from Hagrid.

It turned out that at Hagrid's feet, there were several large boxes containing snails. The snails inside looked very scary.

Their bodies looked like deformed, shellless lobsters, white and gray and sticky, with many legs sticking out in random directions, and their heads were nowhere to be seen.

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.

"That's disgusting." Pansy Parkinson hugged Malfoy's arm, disgust written on her face.

No one wants to reach into the bucket and grab the slimy 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 and 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 Kerubelos.

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

Tom complained quietly in his mind and scattered the ant eggs into the box.

I don't know if it was his imagination, but he always felt that when he scattered the ant eggs, there seemed to be a lot less snails in the box.

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.

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

"Is this why you haven't grown taller, Cooper?" Malfoy obviously heard what Harry said and looked at Tom mockingly.

The students at the Slytherin table laughed quietly.

In fact, Tom's current height can be said to be the shortest among a group of fourth graders - the fourth grade girls are already taller than him.

Tom's face darkened and he comforted himself silently: "That's because you are fourteen and I am only eleven."

With this thought in his mind, Tom still ate something obediently.

Professor Binns's History of Magic class in the afternoon was still so boring that it made people sleepy.

Harry sat next to Tom, his head moving slowly, obviously falling asleep.

Tom sighed and pushed Harry's head away from his shoulder while taking notes carefully.

Now in the entire classroom, apart from Malfoy in the front row who was still trying to listen to the lecture, Tom was the only one who was still energetic.

This is also impossible.

First of all, Tom has only studied the first-grade course for one week so far. If he wants to keep up with the progress, he must work harder than others.

Secondly, Tom himself is a serious and studious child. When he was in Muggle primary school, he was among the best in every subject.

It was still only the first day of school, and Tom could barely keep up with the classes, but he was still worried. After all, he had three years fewer classes than the others. No matter what, he had to find a way to make up for the classes.

"In the 1850s, a leader emerged among pure-blood wizards..." Professor Binns read the contents of the textbook in his drowsy slow tone.

Tom drew circles in the book and decided to find an opportunity to discuss with Kerubelos in the evening to study the use of the "hour" card - Harry had told Tom on the train that a few years ago, Tom has always been at Hogwarts and spent unforgettable school days with him.

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