Unseal at Hogwarts

Two sharp canines were exposed from his lips.

The abnormal eyes and terrifying teeth made Tom freeze on the spot, speechless for a long time.

"How about we go find Madam Pomfrey and ask?" Harry asked cautiously.

As if asking loudly would scare Tom.

But Tom paid no attention to Harry's words.

He stared straight at himself in the mirror, not knowing what he was thinking.

Harry asked several times, but when Tom didn't respond, he became at a loss for a moment.

"Tom?"

After an unknown amount of time, Harry was really worried about Tom and wanted to reach out and pat Tom's arm.

Unexpectedly, his hand barely touched the edge of Tom's robe, but he was frightened by Tom's sudden turn of the head and retracted it.

"I'm fine," Tom said with difficulty.

He turned around and motioned for Harry to follow.

As he left the boys' bathroom, Tom glanced back at himself in the mirror.

……

The troll should have been dealt with, at least when Tom and Harry left the boys' washroom, the only sounds of professors' conversations could be heard from the girls' washroom not far away.

They walked softly and covered their way back to Slytherin's dormitory.

Tom didn't want anyone to see him like this, so when he passed by the Slytherin lounge, he used Harry's body as cover and lowered his head to enter the dormitory.

"Are you really okay?" Harry still couldn't worry about Tom.

Tom shook his head firmly, and the light shone brightly in Tom's golden eyes.

"I'm going to bed first." Tom fell on the bed, covered his head with the quilt, and said muffledly.

Out of politeness, Harry could only look at the big bulge on Tom's bed with concern and closed the door.

The sound of Harry's footsteps gradually faded away, and Tom pulled back the quilt and looked at the top of the four-poster bed in ecstasy.

When he looked at his current ghostly appearance in the mirror of the boys' bathroom, he was truly stunned.

There were countless questions in his mind that he wanted answers to.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

He didn't understand what had caused the change in his appearance.

He didn't know why he had such a change.

At that time, Tom stared at the mirror and looked at himself in the mirror.

He discovered that in addition to the change in appearance, his hearing seemed to have become extra sensitive.

Standing next to him, there was a "gurgling" sound in Harry's body as blood flowed through his veins.

Harry's heart beat loudly.

The unique sound of running water in the bathroom.

The sound of "whooshing" passing through the corridor outside the cold wind door.

The dull sound of blunt objects hitting flesh in the girls' bathroom.

The Weasley brothers applauded with joy.

Hermione Granger's low cries...

All kinds of sounds reached Tom's ears.

What's even more frightening is that the slightly sweet fragrance wafting from Harry's body is mixed with the terrible stench from the troll, making Tom almost nauseous.

Too much information from the outside world flooded into Tom's mind, making his head swell and hurt.

It seemed that for a few moments, the pain forced him to pounce on the worried Harry, piercing Harry's neck with his sharp teeth and sucking out the sweet and tempting blood from Harry's body.

Tom felt sick.

But there's definitely something unusual about this disease.

He used the greatest self-control in his life to restrain his desire to bite Harry's neck, forced himself to calm down, and returned to the dormitory.

However, the walk from the Slytherin common room to the dormitory suddenly became extremely long.

Because of the troll, they didn't meet anyone on the way from the boys' bathroom to the Slytherin common room.

But the Slytherin common room was different.

Almost all the Slytherin students were in the common room, huddled together in small groups, talking about the trolls.

The moment Tom stepped into the lounge, he smelled the aroma.

All kinds of indescribable sweet aromas made Tom's lips move.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his neatly manicured nails left crescent-shaped marks on his palms.

Suddenly, the scent of Harry's body was no longer alluring.

Tom smelled a strong, sweet aroma that made him salivate.

He gritted his teeth and glanced quickly up from behind Harry.

With just one glance, Tom was completely sure of the source of the smell that made him salivate - Malfoy sitting by the fireplace with his chin slightly raised.

Tom couldn't tell how he was sure.

It was as if a mysterious voice told him deep in his soul.

"Yes, that's the guy. Go up and bite him."

Tom didn't even know how he got back to the dormitory.

He stared intently at the top of the four-poster bed, trying hard to figure out what was happening to him.