After a good night's sleep, Tom woke up refreshed. He lay down on the bed, sorted out his current situation, jumped up from the bed, and began to search for his luggage.

Sure enough, not to mention the textbooks, even his change of clothes was nowhere to be seen, only a timetable full of classes, lying alone on his desk.

Tom fretfully brushed his hair, resigned himself to picking up his pen and buying the owl mailing service.

When Harry woke up, Tom asked him to borrow Hedwig and give him the order form.

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Tom found that, for some unknown reason, he seemed to be a little bit popular at Hogwarts.

It was only the first day of school, and as soon as Tom borrowed Harry's Hedwig to send out the purchase order, Bryce Zabini didn't say a word, and threw Tom a stack of fourth-grade textbooks, as if he had known that Tom didn't have textbooks to use.

Tom and Harry had barely walked out of the Slytherin common room when first-year freshman Natalia Beauva broke away from the first-year group and grabbed him by the arm. Tom tried several times, but couldn't get his arm back from Natalia Beauva's hand.

Finally putting aside the chattering and lively Beauva, Tom's ears were finally cleared. He went to Charms class with Harry.

As they walked into the classroom, Malfoy, who was in front of them, inexplicably stopped, turned back to Tom and taunted, "First time you've enjoyed a girl's passion, Cooper?"

Oh, and now it's back to Cooper.

Harry thought Malfoy had called Tom yesterday.

To be honest, Harry always felt that there was something that happened between Malfoy and Tom that he didn't know that would make that arrogant Malfoy go from provoking himself to provoking Tom.

Tom looked at Malfoy speechlessly, "Are you jealous?"

Malfoy sneered, "Jealousy, how can such an impotent emotion come to me?"

But Tom ignored him anymore and pulled Harry into the classroom with a snickering Harry.

Pansy Parkinson let out a loud "snort" as they passed by.

Professor Flitwick's class was still so much fun. Tom was worried that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the first three years of the course, but fortunately, despite the theory, Tom was still able to cast the spell before the end of the class, which made him feel a lot more relaxed.

After Charms class, the only thing left in the morning was the protection of magical beasts class with Gryffindor.

Although Professor Hagrid was a friend of Harry's, Harry quietly told Tom that maybe the class would be better if Hagrid was willing to swap out the Fantastic Beasts for more harmless ones.

"Hey, Tom!" Natalia Beova came out of nowhere, flicking two long ponytails around Tom's arms, "What a coincidence, you just got out of class too?"

Harry saw his friend's face darken at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Unfortunately," said Tom, who really didn't have any affection for such a girl, he said in a stiff tone, "we're going to class." ”

"Ahh

Harry began to genuinely admire Natalia Beauva's thick skin.

Tom pulled his hand out and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a short figure walked from behind them, unceremoniously knocked away Natalia Beauva, who had been pestering Tom, and then walked silently beside Tom.

In this way, Tom's left and right sides were occupied, and Natalia couldn't squeeze in if she wanted to.

She looked at the backs of the three of them, stamped her feet hatefully, and left with an unhappy pout.

"Thank you. Tom said to the man next to him.

She was dressed in a Gryffindor house robe, with short fluffy black hair and two slender braids tied at the end of her neck.

But her expression was very cold, and in the face of Tom's thanks, she just looked up at Tom, and continued to walk in silence, as if she had just happened to be on the way.

But this glance made Tom remember the girl's name - Mia Campbell.

Silent all the way.

Every student who passes by has to look at Tom's strange combination without a trace.

Fortunately, Tom and Harry have long been accustomed to all kinds of stares, and Mia Campbell doesn't seem to care.

As they approached the castle gates, Mia Campbell silently walked away, Tom and Harry, you look at me, I look at you, the two exchanged glances, and walked all the way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Because it had only rained last night, the road at the edge of the Forbidden Forest was a little muddy. By the time Tom and Harry arrived at the class location, the Gryffindor students had already arrived, and Malfoy's gang had occupied the only clean field.

Seeing Tom and Harry coming, the Slytherin students kindly gave them a small clean spot in the corner.

Across from Slytherin, Gryffindor is interested in the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

They gathered in pairs and threes and had a lively discussion about how the organizers would identify the age of the applicants.

"It's as if they know how to distinguish the age of the contestants and they can participate. Malfoy crossed his arms, leaned against the trunk of a tree, and sneered loudly, "I don't know where they got their confidence." ”

Goyle laughed along with Crabbe and the rest of the Slytherins, led by Malfoy.

The Gryffindors didn't know whether they were ashamed or angry, and they blushed and glared at the Slytherins.

Especially that Weasley, who glared at the innocent Harry.

"Didn't they hear what Professor Dumbledore said?" Harry, who had never been involved in the Slytherin and Gryffindor disputes, and therefore hadn't noticed Weasley's gaze, leaned into Tom's ear and whispered, "The Triwizard Tournament has a high mortality rate!"

"I don't think the Gryffindors would care about that. Tom, who was always on guard because of his identity, looked at Gryffindor and replied to Harry with a sideways face, "It's not just Gryffindor, I'm afraid we Slytherin want to participate." ”

"Wouldn't it?"

Tom's chin lifted in Malfoy's direction: "No one else says, you see Malfoy." ”

Harry listened, and turned his head to take a closer look.

You can see the way he speaks, swaying and laughing at others, but his chin is raised, and he looks like he is looking at people through his nostrils, and his eyes still shine with pride. Tom explained, "It shows that he thinks that if he can make it, he will be confident that he can compete in the Triwizard Tournament." ”

Harry's face twisted into a strange shape, "Why didn't I see that?