"Wouldn't it be nice to leave like that?" said Harry, who was dragged out of the auditorium by Tom, looking back worriedly.

"You've apologized, it's okay. Tom said.

Suddenly, Tom felt like he was being watched.

He turned his head suddenly, and Moody was on crutches, staring coldly at him from the door of the auditorium.

Tom frowned and quickened his pace to leave.

"To be honest, Professor Moody is a little unfriendly to us Slytherins," Harry apparently noticed Moody's gaze, "but compared to Quirrell and Lockhart, he can really be considered a good Defence Against the Dark Arts professors." ”

"That being said," Tom nodded absentmindedly, "but I always felt as if Moody was targeting me in particular." ”

Harry scratched his hair and recalled, "When you think about it, it seems that this is indeed the case. But he's a little gentler to me than any other Slytherin, which is weird. ”

Tom remembered the rumors he had heard earlier about Moody's.

"Maybe it's because he's a retired Auror?" Tom snorted, "so he's more prejudiced against Slytherin, who never had a good reputation?"

Tom looked at Harry jokingly, "You're the savior of the wizarding world, and even in Slytherin, you can't hide the glittering halo above your head." ”

Harry chuckled sheepishly.

"Speaking of prejudice against Slytherin, I remember when I was in first grade, we were in the same carriage. Harry gave a look of remembrance, "If you hadn't said it, maybe I'd have always thought Slytherin was an evil house." ”

For Tom, this happened only about two months ago.

The two of them left the Triwizard Tournament, the Goblet of Fire, and Krum behind, and began to recall the school days of the previous years.

Of course, most of it was Harry talking and Tom listening.

Laughing and laughing along the way, suddenly, Tom seemed to see another person who was very similar to himself flashing through the corridor in front of him.

At first, Tom didn't care, he was careful to remember what Harry had said about the first three years, in case he would be able to play the "Hour" card one day, it would help his actions.

But the strong aura of the Kulo card faded away from his neighborhood.

Tom reacted suddenly: there was a Kuro card that just passed him!

Given that Tom had only just caught Moody's malicious gaze, he thought about it and decided that it would be better to go back to the dormitory first, and find Corubelos to act with him.

Rarely, when Tom and Harry returned to the Slytherin Lounge, there weren't many people in the lounge.

Tom speculated that they might still be staying near the auditorium to mingle with Durmstrang's classmates.

Harry looked still in a state of euphoria, cross-legged on the carpet in the common room, his pretty green eyes shining with excitement, waiting for his classmates to come back and talk about the Triwizard Tournament.

Tom was also interested in the Triwizard Tournament, but not to the extent of Harry's excitement.

The Triwizard Tournament was just a fun-sounding competition for Tom.

He said hello to Harry and headed back to his bedroom.

But before Rubelos could return, Tom picked up his book and began to summarize the knowledge and charms he had learned over the past two months.

Tom had memorized almost all the theoretical knowledge he could find in books, and even knew a lot about some of the books related to the course in order to catch up with the course progress.

However, most of his spells are a bit more frustrating than theoretical knowledge.

Until now, Tom could only ensure that some spells commonly used in daily life could be cast perfectly, and for those more powerful actual combat spells, he could not even guarantee that he would be able to cast them successfully every time.

Tom closed the note, brushed his hair back in anguish, and sighed sadly.

He remembered that not long ago, Natalia Beauva had told him with that adoring and appreciative tone about his first three years with Harry.

"So what kind of courage did I have to help Harry face Voldemort together from my first to third years?"

Tom roared inwardly.

To be honest, Tom's current level of magic is barely on par with that of a second-year student.

"Still can't do it. Tom's mind flashed to the look Moody had given him after the banquet.

The most vicious person Tom had ever seen was probably the grandfather who ran after his father with a cane and shouted that he was going to kill him.

However, Grandpa's fierce gaze was far less than the malice that Moody contained when he looked at him.

"Maybe I should talk to my mom and dad about it. Tom reached for the mobile phone he was carrying in his pocket.

He pulled out his mobile phone and pressed Marcus' number.

There was a beep on the mobile phone waiting to be connected.

Tom waited patiently.

"Toot-toot-sizzle~poof~"

However, after a while, the busy tone in the earpiece turned into a strange electric sound.

Immediately after, the sound of the current suddenly disappeared, and even the "beep" sound was gone.

There was silence in the earpiece.

Tom held his mobile phone in confusion and looked at it over and over.

Is there a problem with the phone?

Tom tried to press a few keys, but nothing happened to the phone.

Is there no electricity?

Tom used his wand to put a "power boost" on the phone.

But the phone still doesn't work.

"Smack!"

Tom was so angry that he threw the phone to the ground.

The small-boxed phone bounced a few times on the soft carpet and bounced under the bed.

It's obviously a magically modified technology product, why is it so unreliable!

Tom was irritated.

It's just a time like this!

Now he always feels that he is facing a terrible danger to his life, but not only is he separated from his family, but he also has little ability to protect himself.

Although Rubelos seemed reliable and imposing, Tom withered like a deflated ball at the thought of the frosty second floor of his house.

No, you can't sit still!

Tom immediately tore off a piece of paper, picked up his pen and wrote a letter to Marcus and Cynthia, and hurried to his feet, ready to go to the owl shack to ask Fury for help in sending the letter.

He hurried through the bustling lounge and hurried towards the owl hut like a gust of wind.

"Dada"

Tom heard a rush of footsteps behind him, and he jerked his head back, only to see a familiar figure flash by.

The familiar breath rolled over, and Tom looked at the letter in his hand, hesitated, and raised his heel.

The figure moved fast, and after passing through a few hallways, it disappeared into the midst of the students who came and went.