The people of Slytherin all look like they're watching a good show.

Malfoy gloated, the corners of his mouth rising to the base of his ears.

Suddenly, I don't know who said a word:

"We should give him a taste of our Gryffindor's wrath!"

All of a sudden, Gryffindor was furious, and Hermione Granger anxiously persuaded the people around her to calm down.

But how could the hot-blooded children listen to her persuasion, and instead push her away, trying to pull out their wands and teach Tom a lesson.

"Koru, would you like to try something special?"

Tom wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the Gryffindors to hear.

But Rubelos stopped gnawing on the flesh and bared his teeth at the Gryffindor in cooperation.

The sharp fangs shone with a palpitating cold light, extinguishing the fire in Gryffindor's heart.

They looked at each other, and none of them dared to step forward easily.

At this moment, the red-haired Gryffindor prefect arrived, and they sat down reluctantly.

"Coward. Malfoy snorted, not knowing who he was talking about.

Harry was preoccupied, but it was Tom himself, who was not affected in any way, what to do and what to do.

After dinner, under the leadership of the senior students, they successfully arrived at the Transfiguration classroom.

Harry and Tom sat down in an inconspicuous corner and quietly began their lessons.

The lesson had barely begun, and Professor McGonagall's magic of turning into a pig on the podium had piqued the students' interest in learning the Transfiguration Charm.

For a moment, no one had the energy to trouble Tom again.

Malfoy triumphantly turned the match in front of him into a delicate embroidery needle, and Hermione Granger of Gryffindor completed the transformation of the match at about the same moment.

Harry frustrated with his wand, trying the Transfiguration Charm over and over again.

"Don't stress too much, Harry," Tom reassured, "your matches at least look sharpened at one end, and mine, not at all. ”

Tom waved his wand in frustration, he thought that he had failed to try magic in the summer because he had not found the right way, and that he would definitely be able to conjure magic smoothly with the guidance of his professor after the start of school, but he didn't expect the result to be the same.

Unbeknownst to him, a burst of thick smoke suddenly came out of his match, which filled the entire classroom at once.

The coughing in the classroom was heard one after another.

Professor McGonagall reacted quickly and quickly cleared the smoke.

Everyone's eyes turned to the initiator.

I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.

On Tom's desk, there was a huge sewing machine.

Gryffindor immediately laughed, but Slytherin's face changed slightly.

Professor McGonagall couldn't laugh or cry.

She had thought that Tom had made such a big move because of the magic, and now there was a problem, but it was not what she thought.

The transformation of a match into an embroidery needle is the most basic form of transfiguration magic, and it can be easily accomplished by first-year students with good practice.

But turning a match into a sewing machine is different, and a small object into a large one, which will take at least the third grade to do - not a matter of ability, but a reason of magic.

The more complex the transformation, the more mana is required.

Professor McGonagall's heart grew heavy at the thought of this.

Last night, Albus approached her and asked her to help keep an eye on Cooper's child, saying that the child's appearance was very suspicious.

On top of that, Albus also thinks that Potter didn't get into Gryffindor as he envisioned, because of the child.

She actually disagreed.

A child's thoughts are already changing rapidly, one moment they think so, the next moment they immediately change.

What the Sorting Hat can see is the quality that the child possesses.

Potter was able to be sorted into Slytherin because of his Slytherin traits.

She had seen the commotion in the hall in the morning, and had tried to stop the children while they were moving, but Cooper had handled it well.

His pet only looked ferocious, and in her opinion it was nothing more than a very large foody cat - she had seen it find the entrance to the kitchen last night when she was on patrol, and there it would have a feast, and then leisurely return to the cellar.

"I'm sorry, Professor. Tom Tom said ashamedly, sorry for the impact he had on the classroom.

What could Professor McGonagall say to such a child?

It can only be said that this is a normal phenomenon, and by the way, I helped him turn the sewing machine back into a match, so that Tom could practice more.

After the Transfiguration lesson, the Slytherins' attitude towards Tom changed slightly.

When the Gryffindors made fun of Tom, they looked at Gryffindor with even some pity.

Harry was a little frustrated.

Because until the end of class, he and Tom had not been able to turn matches into embroidery needles perfectly.

But Tom was satisfied, at least he had improved from his summer holidays – even if his embroidery needle was missing a threading hole at the end.

But Rubelos came out of nowhere and followed Tom. They had lunch together in the auditorium and were ready to walk around.

Harry wasn't with Tom, he had been in a state of excitement for the past two days, and now he was relaxed, planning to go back to his bedroom for a nap and rest.

The castle was so big that Tom walked with sore, and he only got to know the ground and the first floor.

On the way, the portraits on the walls kept trying to talk to him. One of the crumpled witches even walked through several frames, constantly praising Corubelos for his prowess and making him happy - it made him look even more fierce.

Suddenly, Rubelos' ears stood up, as if he had heard something.

Seeing this, Tom slowed down and pricked up his ears.

"It's almost there, are you ready?"

A small mosquito-like sound came from behind the corner ahead.

Tom's eyes rolled as he guessed that someone was waiting ahead of him, ready to give him a dismount.

He slowed down, and the silver-haired basswood wand slid into his hand.

"It's now!"

"Incisors Stick!"

"Grinning hula!"

The light of several spells shot out in a hurry.

Tom was on guard, dodging left and right, and finally dodged the spells.

But the few Gryffindors who were waiting here were not very good, and as Tom dodged, they gradually scattered and surrounded Tom.

Without hesitation, they continued to wave their wands at Tom, one spell after another flying towards Tom.

But Rubellos bared his teeth in a hurry, but Tom's instructions could not help.

Tom was tired of dodging, he was tired of dodging, and raised his wand to fight back.

"Attacking classmates, Gryffindor deducts twenty points. The muffled voice rang out not far away.

A tall, thin figure stood eerie in the dim light underground.