Tom immediately "came to life", ran to the train in three steps and two steps, and jumped on it with agility.

There were still so many people on the train, and Tom searched for several carriages, but could not find an empty compartment.

“...... My dad really thought about sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts. He knew the principal of that school. My dad said that Durmstrang took a much more reasonable approach to the dark arts than Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students can learn the Dark Arts, unlike us, what kind of defense-breaking techniques can be learned......"

Tom heard Malfoy talking.

Malfoy's voice was unique, and even though he was going through a period of voice change, Tom could hear it all at once.

"Tom, I've searched all the carriages, so you're here!" Harry, who was much taller, came out of nowhere, and happily grabbed Tom and led him into the cubicle.

Harry was now at least forty centimeters taller than Tom, and Tom looked like a child at the height of Harry's chest.

"Where's your luggage?"

The two had already sat down in the cubicle, but Rubelos consciously closed the door to the cubicle.

"Uh......" Tom stammered, "I seem to have forgotten to bring it." ”

Harry looked at Tom teasingly with a "I know" expression, "To be honest, except when you were in first grade, you obediently brought your luggage, and every year after that, you asked the owl to bring it to you at school. Oh, are you getting shorter? You were about the same height as me before the holidays!"

Tom innocently looked out the window - how did he know what was going on?

"Did you read the Daily Prophet?" Harry didn't dwell on Tom's height, he looked left and right, made sure the door to the cubicle was closed, and then lowered his voice, "This Quidditch World Cup, there was a Dark Mark mark! You say, is Voldemort going to make some moves this year?"

I don't know the details of all this stuff you're talking about!" Tom shouted inwardly, but Tom, who hadn't figured out the situation for a while, couldn't explain anything to Harry.

From Harry's words just now, he knew that he had been taking classes with Harry for the past three years, and even what he had experienced with Harry, so that Harry could treat him like his own as soon as he came.

Tom made a quick guess in his mind.

So that accident led to such a deep friendship between himself and Harry?

But what's going on in these three years?

Tom was pretty sure that he was in his own timeline except for the fact that he had been brought back to Hogwarts in 1991 by Time and Soul not long ago.

"Dark Mark of the Dark Devil, did the Death Eaters do it?" Tom needed more information.

Harry nodded solemnly, his hands clenched into fists on the table, "It's the Death Eaters." They marched on the grounds and killed a Muggle. Sirius wants me to pay more attention at school as well. ”

"It's true that you have to be safe at school every year. Tom whispered.

Harry grabbed his hair and laughed.

Seeing Harry's skillful way of grabbing his hair, Tom looked away.

The train "whined" and the scenery outside the window changed again and again.

The sky, which had been a little overcast, began to rain. The raindrops "snapped" on the window glass, leaving messy marks on the windows as the train moved forward.

Harry was a little more lively than he had been three years ago. He chattered with Tom about the summer vacation along the way.

Because his godfather Sirius had been exposed, Harry had been living with Sirius for the last two weeks of the summer vacation.

"It's a shame I can't reach you during the summer vacation. Harry said regretfully, "The old Black House is so cool - that's all I can describe - so you must give me a contact information this time off, I want to show you there." ”

Before he could fully figure out the situation, Tom could only laugh politely.

"Ah, by the way," Harry slapped the table suddenly, "did you know that Malfoy is actually related to Sirius!"

......

Tom listened absentmindedly as Harry talked about the summer vacation, occasionally making a coping "uh-huh" as he tried to digest the information he had gotten.

First of all, since three years ago, every year when Hogwarts starts, I will take the Hogwarts Express train on time, but only the one three years ago with luggage, and the next two years will be empty-handed-

After all, the luggage at that time was prepared by myself for the start of the first grade!

Second, from three years ago to now, his height seems to be constantly changing—among a group of classmates who have been growing taller, he was once teased for being tall and short, thinking that Tom had taken inferior potions in order to grow taller.

Thirdly, there is nothing wrong with me at Hogwarts every year, except for the occasional sudden disappearance for a day or two.

"Ahh

Through these clues, Tom easily knew that the Tom who had been by Harry's side for the past three years must be himself.

What compels him to live in a timeline that doesn't belong to him, and when does he go back to the time he used to be?

Tom doesn't know yet.

But he knew he was in big trouble.

At this time, Tom is a real first-year Hogwarts freshman. If he had been at Hogwarts all along, how would he explain to Harry a few hours later that he had to go through the Sorting House again?

Wait a minute!

Tom seemed to have thought of something.

Except for the opening of the school in 1991, when he attended the branch, and for the next two years, he seemed to attend the opening dinner directly as an ordinary school student?

What about the admission letter during the summer vacation?

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, who had seen him three years earlier, had not said anything?

Even Professor McGonagall personally led him to Diagon Alley to buy items, while Dumbledore ......

Tom's head slammed into the table, startling Harry.

Tom hadn't forgotten that in order to ensure the authenticity of the acceptance letter, he also deliberately owled Dumbledore to inquire about the situation!

It's bald.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Harry with concern.

Tom would rather be able to come to the sorting house again tonight and face the questions of his peers — well, a few years older than the professors at school.

So what kind of mindset did they have at that time?

Tom had a myriad of questions in his mind.

Or do the professors actually know everything, just for the sake of his face, and do not tell the truth?

Seeing that Tom didn't answer, Harry leaned in to look, "Are you alright, Tom?"