Even Harry's face turned red at this time: "No......"

Malfoy's face looked a little better.

He glared at Tom and sat down again.

"Since we're both Slytherins, and we don't want to cause any strife, why don't we make peace?" Tom suggested, "How about Malfoy stop provoking you and Harry and I don't provoke you?"

"I thought we had always been able to interfere with each other. Malfoy said shamelessly.

Harry rolled his eyes wide.

Tom looked at Malfoy with a smirk.

The three fell silent. An unsettling atmosphere spread through the Slytherin common room.

Harry jerked his ass uneasily. Tom and Malfoy remained motionless, staring at each other, neither letting anyone.

But Rubelos stood up, put his two front paws in front of him, and his waist collapsed, stretching a large slump of money.

Malfoy didn't blink his eyes, as if if he did, he would lose.

"In that case, I hope we can continue to interfere with each other in the future - if you want to be friends with Harry, it's up to you to behave. In the end, it was Tom who spoke first.

If he didn't open his mouth, he would be sleepy until he fell asleep. He doesn't have the same self-esteem as Malfoy, after all, Marcus once said that when it's time to show weakness, show weakness when you need no money, and you can avoid a lot of trouble.

Wouldn't that make you look weak?

At that time, Tom didn't understand, but Marcus said: strength is not for a while, when you become stronger in the future, wouldn't it be good to press back?

So Tom doesn't have any psychological burden at all now.

But Malfoy felt uncomfortable, he thought that this mudblood was somewhat arrogant—looking at the mudblood's behavior, he didn't look like a shameless person—how could he expect this mudblood to persuade the soft to give in?

What made him even more angry was that Potter not only ignored his noble pure-blooded self, but also chose to be friends with such a shameless mudblood!

Malfoy felt depressed as he watched the two of them swagger back into their bedroom.

The rest of the day was very uneventful, except for the fact that Gryffindor, who came to provoke him every day, annoyed him, everything went well.

As Tom tried, he was able to cast more and more spells, even if a group of Gryffindors were pointed at him with their wands.

But unfortunately, the "Hour" card is still missing.

In the blink of an eye, it's Friday.

At breakfast, Hedwig brought a scribbled note—it was Hagrid's.

Harry unfolded the note and burst into laughter.

"I thought Hagrid would never pay attention to me again. Harry said, "At Diagon Alley, Hagrid just—"

With that, Harry leaned into Tom's ear and whispered, "-Very low opinion of Slytherin. He didn't think there was a bad wizard who didn't come out of Slytherin. ”

Harry didn't notice that as he and Tom whispered, almost the entire auditorium fell silent.

But as Harry sat upright, the auditorium began to hear again.

Hagrid looked very sad when it came to the Sorting. Harry pulled out his quill and wrote a few words on the back of the note, telling Hedwig to send him away.

"If he really cares about you, he won't ignore you, no matter what house you're in. Tom said.

After breakfast, they went to the Potions classroom.

The Potions Classroom is underground, and compared to other classrooms that can be exposed to sunlight, the Potions Classroom is very cold.

The classrooms were lined with glass jars soaked in taxidermy, and even Tom shuddered as he walked into the classroom.

Luckily, this classroom couldn't be opened during the night tour. Tom rejoiced.

If he had opened it, he would have screamed in horror at the eerie sight of the classroom.

Tom quietly found a place to sit down, and Harry sat next to him as a matter of course.

Professor Snape walked in in a button-down robe, the black corners of which rolled in beautiful waves behind him.

He picked up the roll call and began the roll call, and when Harry's name was called, he paused, staring at Harry indifferently with dark eyes for a few moments before looking away.

Harry was so frightened that he could barely breathe, and it wasn't until Professor Snape looked away that he carefully gasped for air.

Tom felt that Professor Snape didn't seem to like Harry very much, and he looked at Harry with something in his eyes that the other professors didn't have.

What the hell this thing is, Tom doesn't know.

As the Potions class continued, Tom finally got a taste of the power of Professor Snape, who was feared by the students.

Poor Gryffindor had a hard time getting through the lesson under Professor Snape's venom.

Harry, who was a Slytherin, seemed to have received extra attention from Professor Snape.

Tom suspected that if Harry was sorted into Gryffindor, he would be beaten by Professor Snape and disgusted with demon pharmacy.

Luckily, Tom had a knack for potions, and after stopping Harry's stupid mistakes in time, they were able to make a good potion.

After class, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"It was the most intense class I've ever had. He said.

"But we can still handle it," Tom reassured, "as long as we carefully study the textbook before each class and make fewer mistakes in class, I don't think Potions class is so sad." ”

Harry nodded sheepishly.

"But I didn't think that Malfoy had been approved by Professor Snape. Harry was a little reluctant.

"Maybe you can ask him what he knows. ”

Harry looked like he had eaten something disgusting, "That's never going to happen." ”

Tom shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

In the afternoon, Harry went to Hagrid's quarters alone, while Tom stayed in his bedroom and discussed his plans with Korubelos.

"There has been no progress. Tom was frustrated, "Could it be that we are mistaken?"

Rubelos lay listlessly on the carpet, thinking earnestly.

"I'm a little worried, what if five days have passed in our time?" Tom sat down in his chair and kicked his feet uneasily, "Not to mention how anxious Hogwarts would be if Mom and Dad found out I didn't go to school. ”

He turned to Korubelos with a pleading look in his eyes: "Isn't there any way to find the 'Hour' card? ”