Unseal at Hogwarts

Yes, Tom is indeed much shorter than his fourth grade classmates now, but it is only seven or eight inches shorter (about 17-20 cm).

You know, these fourth-grade students are in adolescence, the time when they are most likely to grow taller.

And Tom's actual age is only eleven years old, so his growth rate is naturally not as fast as these students.

But after more than a month, Tom's height has not changed much.

At the start of their fourth year, Tom and Harry were at least fifteen inches apart in height, and Malfoy was about seventeen inches apart.

Now, there was only about six inches of height difference between Tom and Harry, and eight inches between Tom and Malfoy.

Tom was very confident that when he officially entered puberty soon, he would soon be taller than them.

However, what Tom said now, the Slytherin students just smiled and did not take it seriously.

……

The day passed quickly, and night fell quietly.

Hogwarts was shrouded in darkness.

Tom walked with heavy steps towards the Potions Master's office.

Before coming to Professor Snape's office, Tom had already asked the students what would happen if they were detained by Professor Snape.

All the students looked frightened and remained silent in the face of Tom's questions. No matter how Tom asked, they were unwilling to disclose the contents of the confinement.

This made Tom, who was already worried, even more anxious.

Although it has always been rumored in Hogwarts that Professor Snape is the most biased professor in the school, Tom does not think that Professor Snape will be merciful after a student of his own college makes a mistake.

"Maybe the content of the confinement will be more terrifying than that of other houses." Before Tom left for the office, Rubelos guessed, "Look at the students you asked, it is obvious that the faces of the Slytherin students look more scared."

"If I had known we would have gone to the Forbidden Forest to seal the 'Xiang' card when there was no class." Tom regretted it extremely.

"It's useless to say anything now." Rubelos patted Tom's thigh - according to its size, it could only pat Tom's thigh, "Go quickly, I heard that Professor Snape hates it the most Students who are not punctual.”

So at seven o'clock sharp, Tom knocked on the door of his dean's office.

"Come in." Almost as soon as Tom knocked for the first time, Professor Snape's cold voice sounded inside.

Tom felt anxious and uneasily opened the door and walked in.

"Quite on time." Professor Snape was sitting behind his desk grading homework.

Stacks of parchment were piled high on the desk, looking like they were about to collapse at any moment.

"Pick up that quill," Professor Snape said, pushing a pile of parchment papers in front of Tom. "I think you can handle marking the first-year potions homework, right?"

Tom's whole body relaxed.

Seeing how frightened his classmates were, he thought that Professor Snape's confinement would be something extremely scary - such as trying his newly researched potion for the professor.

Now it seems that the confinement content is still very simple.

Although Tom had been absent from Potions classes for almost three years, he had taken Harry with him to visit the library for more than a month since the beginning of the school year.

Even if he couldn't be said to have caught up with the progress of the course, Tom was confident that he could still evaluate the first-year potions.

Tom sat confidently on the chair prepared by Professor Snape, picked up a piece of parchment and read it.

After briefly glancing at the contents of the parchment, Tom realized that he was still too naive.

This is the Hufflepuff Potions Treatise, about scabies potions.

The paper was extremely rich in content. Relying on his relatively good memory, Tom was able to tell that this paper contained excerpts from at least three potions books—yes, excerpts. He copied the original text onto the parchment intact.

"Maybe this student doesn't have the talent for potions." Tom thought of the potion class paper he completed when he first started school. He completed it after consulting a lot of information. "At least he completed his homework."

Tom asked Professor Snape for advice and drew a big "T" on the parchment.

"Oh, fortunately, my professor basically gave me A's in my potion essays." Tom suddenly felt that he was very lucky.

He picked up a second piece of parchment.

"Uh...Professor?" Tom was at a loss and looked at Professor Snape for help.

This paper is even more outrageous.

Tom knew the content of the paper after just one glance - the whole text used the most gorgeous words to praise Professor Snape's kindness.

I'm afraid this child has never experienced a beating with a magic potion.

Tom thought that he could actually write such a paper to hand in his homework.

Snape didn't even look up as he wrote comments in a blur.

"Let him rewrite it," Professor Snape said, as if he already knew what was going on.

Things got better next, and Tom finally saw a decent paper.

He gathered his energy and used his meager knowledge of potions to write comments and grades on the paper.

Teachers and students get along quite harmoniously in this slightly dim classroom. Occasionally, when Tom encounters uncertain questions, he will quietly ask the city professor.

As long as he ignored some of Professor Snape's unpleasant words, Tom found that he had gained a lot from this confinement.

Of course, his hands were also a little sore from writing for a long time.

Tom secretly raised his eyes to glance at Professor Snape, and saw that he was still concentrating on correcting his homework. He carefully put down his quill, silently put his hand under the table, and shook it vigorously.

I usually see professors teaching so relaxedly, and they always like to assign after-class papers, which makes students complain.

This time, Tom only had a brief experience of grading homework, and he felt how difficult it was for the professors.

When his arms were less sore, Tom continued to correct.

Time passed little by little, and the pile of parchment became shorter little by little.

"The confinement time is up, you can go." Tom was still immersed in revising when he heard Snape suddenly say.

He glanced at the time in dismay. It was already approaching curfew.

Tom couldn't help rubbing his neck: "Good night, Professor."

Professor Snape paused his correcting hand and nodded invisibly.

Tom dragged his tired steps back to the Slytherin common room. The Slytherins all stared at Tom with concern in their eyes.

Tom weakly waved his hands to them and walked into the dormitory under the attention of everyone.