Harry looked at Tom with a look of deplication, "You really didn't notice at all?

Hurry the hell!

Tom scolded inwardly, he was only eleven years old, okay? He didn't want to indulge in gentleness prematurely like his father.

"We have more important things to do, Harry. Tom said solemnly.

But Rubelos followed him, grinning silently.

Tom dragged Harry briskly towards the dungeon.

In the middle of the process, Peeves held up a basket of paper balls and tried to throw them at Tom and Harry, but Tom stopped them with a vicious look.

"That look in your eyes is fierce enough to kill. Harry put away his joking attitude and looked at Tom with some concern.

"I just have something very important for you to confirm. Tom didn't stop, and soon he and Harry were back in the bedroom.

Infected by Tom's attitude, Harry sat upright and listened carefully to what Tom had to say.

Tom recounted what Natalia Beauva had said about first grade, and then asked Harry, "Did this really happen to us in first grade?"

"Of course. Harry was confused, "Isn't this what we went through together?, to be honest, if it weren't for Tom, Quirrell would have taken the Philosopher's Stone long ago." ”

Tom was lost in thought, leaving Harry blank and Korubelos staring at each other.

Rubelos couldn't speak, but after listening to Tom and Harry's conversation, he knew that things were getting out of hand - he would never admit that things were out of control when the "Times" card sent them back to 1991.

Seeing that Tom and Korubelos ignored him, Harry shook his head helplessly and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When there was movement in the bathroom, Rubelos asked, "Why did you suddenly know what happened at that time?"

Tom's brow furrowed, and his golden eyes darkened, "Natalia Beova from the first year said. ”

"She?!" Rubelos opened his mouth in surprise, "how could she know so much detail?"

"That's what makes me wonder. Tom said in a deep voice, "Let's keep an eye on her, I always feel that things are not so simple. ”

But Rubelos nodded.

The days that followed were uneventful, and little changed except for Tom's rejection of Moody deepened by Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

He still couldn't keep up with the course in all his subjects, and he would always make some ridiculous mistakes in class.

Fortunately, in the potions class, Tom played very long, and the homework in each class was successfully completed, which made Tom can't help but feel happy in his heart, thinking that he has a little talent in potions.

That night, after astronomy class, Tom was among a group of Slytherin students and walked with Harry to the dungeon.

"Bang!"

"Knock! knock!"

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering sound from the first floor of the castle, which looked particularly strange in the middle of the night at Hogwarts, startling the students to draw their wands and look around vigilantly.

"Is Peeves being naughty again?" a few students whispered.

"Maybe it's time for us to find Barrow the Bloodman to cure Peeves. Another student muttered.

That being said, the students remain vigilant and don't let their guard down in the slightest because of their speculation.

"Thorn-" The sound of a fabric tearing rang out in the crowd.

"Who is it!" shouted Malfoy angrily.

All the students stopped.

Tom clutched his heavy astronomy textbook and turned his head to look at Malfoy.

This look almost didn't make him laugh out loud.

Malfoy's black robe, embroidered with delicate dark stripes, had been torn open by something, and even the black silk shirt inside had been cut a small cut, revealing the pale skin around his waist.

Malfoy's face flushed, and he looked around angrily with his wand, trying to find the culprit.

The surrounding Slytherins were silent, and actively helped Malfoy find him, for fear that Malfoy, who was angry, would vent his anger on himself.

Harry bumped Tom with the arm.

Tom looked back and saw Harry silently pointing to the shadows of the people on the floor.

"What's wrong?" asked Tom.

"I always felt like a dark shadow had just crept into our shadows. Harry's voice sounded uncertain.

How does this sound inexplicably like the unfolding of a ghost novel?

Tom complained to himself, but out of trust in Harry, he looked carefully in the direction of Harry's finger.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the shadows on the ground.

Just as Tom was about to look up and look around, his heart tightened, and a familiar feeling welled up in him.

It's a Kuro card!

Tom didn't even have to look for Chromelos to understand what this familiar feeling was.

He shoved the textbook he was holding to Harry, crouched down and pointed his silver basswood wand at the shadow on the ground.

What kind of Kuro card will it be?

Tom guessed in his mind as he complained that the Kurot cards had come at an inopportune time.

Harry simply piled Tom and his textbook on the floor and crouched down with Tom.

In a group of Slytherin students looking around, the two people crouching down stood out.

They pointed fingers at Harry and Tom, but they couldn't say anything because of Harry's status.

Bryce Zabini nudged an angry Malfoy, "Look, Draco. Harry and Tom might have found something. ”

Malfoy looked at the two of them, and his already bad mood was even worse.

"These two fools!" he said indignantly, "do they think it was the floor that attacked me? ”

Zabini shrugged.

Malfoy ignored him, and instead waved his wand and urged the surrounding Slytherins to continue searching.

Tom squatted so numb that he hadn't seen any movement from the shadows on the ground.

Harry took off his glasses and rubbed his sour eyes, "Nothing. Maybe I just read it wrong. ”

"No, you read that right. Tom tapped his legs, "There's something in the shadows. ”

Yes, ever since Tom was able to sense the presence of the "elimination" card, he was now able to tell the approximate position of the Kuro card - of course, that feeling only appeared when he knew there was a Kuro card.

Tom did detect the aura of the Kuro cards in the shadows, and the closer he got to the shadows on the ground, the more obvious this feeling became.

But the Currot card was clearly a very patient character, and Tom and Harry stared at the shadows for more than ten minutes without any movement.

Even Malfoy, who hadn't found the culprit for a long time, planned to give up the search and go straight back to the dungeon.