Unseal at Hogwarts

Hearing this, Tom couldn't help frowning.

Moody almost showed him the reality of the wizarding world in this class.

Maybe other Slytherin students here have already experienced the cruelty of the magical world, but for Tom, this is indeed him who made him understand that in addition to magic and joy, the magical world is also accompanied by great dangers.

Harry watched without blinking as Moody enlarged the second spider he had caught and performed a "crushing cut". The spider's legs all curled up in an instant and clung to the body.

Tom had goosebumps all over his body.

The spider's whole body was twitching violently, and it was turning over and over on the podium.

If Tom knew the language of spiders, he might be able to hear the spiders screaming in pain at this time.

The atmosphere in the classroom was even more solemn than before.

Everyone stared with bated breath.

The spider's twitching became more and more violent. After a while, its twitching gradually subsided and became lifeless.

"Is it dead?" Harry asked shakily, grabbing Tom's arm.

"It seems so." Tom found that his voice was trembling.

Moody pushed the motionless spider aside with his hand: "Excruciating pain. If your ability to withstand it is weaker, you will end up with the same fate as this spider."

He looked at one side of the classroom again and grabbed the third spider in the glass bottle.

Almost everyone knew what this spider would face, and the students' faces were so heavy that they were dripping with water.

Seeing the spider struggling fiercely on the podium table, trying to crawl away, Tom suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A blinding green light made it almost impossible for Tom to open his eyes.

By the time he regained consciousness, the spider had its belly swollen and was motionless.

Tom felt his stomach churning, a sickening feeling coming over him.

Several girls covered their mouths hard to suppress the screams that had reached their lips.

"hiss--"

Harry suddenly covered his forehead and took a gentle breath.

This drew Tom's attention away from the feeling of vomiting and became worried about Harry's condition.

"Are you okay?" Tom asked.

Harry shook his head, still pressing his forehead with his left hand: "It's okay, it's just that the scar hurts a little."

……

As soon as the Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended, everyone in the classroom rushed out of the classroom eagerly, as if something terrible was chasing them behind them.

Harry's scar ached throughout the lesson.

Tom wanted to take Harry to the school doctor's office as soon as get out of class was over, but Harry insisted that he just wanted to take a rest and stubbornly took Tom to the Black Lake.

It's already October in Hogwarts and it's already a little chilly. The rare sunny weather dissipated the coolness a lot.

Harry led Tom and sat down on a deserted grassland by the Black Lake, rubbing his scar with a serious expression.

"I've seen the Killing Curse." Harry's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"What?" Tom didn't realize what Harry was talking about.

"To be precise, in my dream, I saw the Death Curse." Harry put down the hand that was rubbing the scar, looked around cautiously, and used his wand to cast at least a dozen "Close the earplugs and listen" around the area. ".

His forehead was a little red from rubbing it. Before Tom could care about the condition of Harry's scar, he heard Harry continue:

"This summer, just before the Quidditch World Cup, I saw it in my dream."

At this point, Harry's face turned pale, and even his red forehead seemed to be gradually fading away.

"I haven't dared to tell anyone, not even Sirius. But..." Harry glanced at Tom with a complex expression, and Tom didn't have time to look at the emotions contained in his eyes, "At that time, I even had some I can’t tell if it’s a dream or if it’s really happening. Can you understand?”

Tom patted Harry's arm comfortingly and said nothing.

He knew that at this time, what Harry needed most was an audience.

"I turned into a snake and wandered around a very dilapidated old house. There was a very thin young man in the old house - and Voldemort who turned into a baby. An old Muggle man ran into them, In front of me, that man used this spell."

Harry was shaking a little, and Tom patted his back gently to calm him down.

"Fortunately, I woke up at that time, but I will never forget that scene..."

Looking at the young man in front of him who was not much older than him, Tom felt a little heavy.

He had lived in a comfortable environment since he was a child, and had hardly encountered anything worth worrying about. Even things like "helping Harry prevent Voldemort from stealing the Sorcerer's Stone" were learned from others. He didn't understand Harry's worries and fears at all.

No matter how people view Harry, the boy with the aura of "savior", in Tom's eyes, Harry is just a child who is underage like himself.

However, this child was burdened with the expectations of the entire magical world. Even if he had a terrible nightmare, he did not dare to speak out easily.

In addition to being distressed, Tom also felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

With his current abilities, he couldn't do much to help Harry.

After a moment of silence, Harry smiled with relief: "Thank you, Tom. I feel better now."

"Don't worry." Tom comforted, "This is just an untimely nightmare, don't take it seriously. If you have any troubles in the future, you can talk to me. We are friends who have experienced life and death together!"

Tom punched Harry on the shoulder, and Harry laughed out loud: "Yes, our friendship has passed the test of life and death."

Yes, the test of life and death.

Tom didn't know exactly what happened in the second and third years, but the experience of fighting Voldemort with Harry in the first grade was confirmed by Harry - even if for Tom, this was something that hadn't happened yet, but it was true. It really proved the unbreakable friendship between him and Harry.

However, after an impressive Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson and Harry's uneasy talk, Tom felt that he should hurry up and make up for the blank courses in the first three years.

However, apart from the method of using the "Time" card that he had thought of before, Tom really couldn't think of any other way to improve himself and make up for the previous three years of his life at Hogwarts.

"It seems that I can only ask Ruberos." Tom thought, "But before that, it's time for me to call my parents and my godfather."