[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Chapter 140 Best Friend

In short, Malfoy couldn't hold back his laughter when Professor Trelawney recited Harry's homework with great emotion.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and stopped laughing.

But this was also very conspicuous in the dim and silent divination classroom.

Harry, Ron and Professor Trelawney cast doubtful glances at them at the same time.

But Malfoy quickly stiffened, and Professor Trelawney just gave him a warning look before returning her attention to the recitation.

But Harry and Ron's doubts were not easily dismissed.

"What's wrong?" Harry leaned over and asked him in a low voice.

For Malfoy, the soft words of concern from Scarhead gave him goosebumps.

"It's okay." He said in a deep voice, without even glancing at Harry, for fear that his eyes would reveal something.

"The fun is yet to come," Ron said stupidly, with a sense of uncontrollable excitement. "I have to say, your homework is really wonderful! I remember there is a particularly funny one at the end... The one on the desk!" He hit him with his elbow, "Tell it again! It will definitely read better than that old witch!"

Malfoy's heart sank.

Hermione turned the pages of her divination book with an expressionless face and glanced at her: "You are not allowed to talk in class!"

"Hmph." Normally, Ron wouldn't go against Hermione, but this semester he and Hermione have been quarreling over Scabbers and Crookshanks, so now he was scratching his head. Retort: ​​"You're not talking yet!"

Hermione looked at him sideways, expressionless.

Ron finally gave in under Hermione's intense gaze.

"Humph, what's the big deal." He muttered, twisting in his seat.

Harry looked at Malfoy with growing confusion. He had been fostered in the house of an unfriendly aunt since he was a child, and observing words and emotions has become a part of his life. So at first "Tom" felt a little strange when he laughed out loud when he heard the homework he wrote for several of them. Now when he looked carefully, he felt that something was wrong.

But "Tom" looked the same as usual.

...except that he had been unconsciously touching the base of his index finger when Ron was talking just now.

It's like trying to turn a ring.

But Tom never wears those gadgets on his hands. He always feels that the extra bulges on his hands may hinder the casting action--of course, this does not prevent him from selling bracelets, hand straps and ring versions when selling wand covers.

Harry's eyes flashed, but he said nothing.

It wasn't until Professor Trelawney began to assign homework when get out of class was about to end that he jotted it down on the parchment and read along: "...observe the stars and predict your and your friends' fortunes in the next week, especially paying attention. Neptune’s role in the astrology…eh? Tom?”

He naturally exclaimed: "How do you spell Neptune?" He handed the quill to Tom.

Malfoy froze holding his pen.

"N——E——P——" Hermione was interrupted by Harry mid-sentence.

"Tom, why don't you write?" he asked slowly, staring at "Tom".

Now Hermione stopped writing.

Before Ron could figure out the situation, he concentrated on sweeping the things on the table into his school bag. He looked at his friends who were standing still in confusion and asked, "Aren't you leaving yet? I'm almost suffocated. Why is the fragrance so strong every time..." He complained as he stood up, "Let's go."

"We're leaving." Harry grimaced and took back his pen, "And we have to go together." He grabbed "Tom"'s arm, his green eyes filled with anger, "What did you do to Tom?" Already?!"

"Harry!" Hermione whispered.

Ron looked around in confusion: "Isn't Tom fine?"

"He's not Tom at all!" Harry shouted through gritted teeth. Fortunately, he was still sane. He was afraid that Tom had been kidnapped and that if he drank too much, he would be killed, so he reluctantly lowered his voice so that only a few friends around him could hear it.

Malfoy was shocked and angry. He never expected that he would be found out the first time he taught Tom a lesson! The person who saw through him was actually not the know-it-all who could barely pass his exam, but Harry Potter, who only had the aura of a holy name, was at the bottom of his class every day, and had long been looked down upon by ten thousand of him!

"...Tom is fine." Hermione finally spoke helplessly, "He was just fascinated by the book and wanted to finish it in one sitting, so he just found someone to give him a lesson."

At this time, the classroom was almost gone. Even Professor Trelawney passed through a small door in the depth of the classroom and didn't know where to go.

So Malfoy slapped Harry's hand away, straightened his collar proudly, and said, "I didn't just find someone."

He turned his thumb and pointed at himself with a smile: "I, Tom's best friend."

Hermione almost called out the divination book on the idiot's head.

Ron and Harry were stung by the words "best friends" almost immediately.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Ron yelled fiercely, "You're a sneaky guy who doesn't even dare to show his face! Who knows you! You can even say you are Tom's best friend!"

Hermione cast an area-wide silencing charm with quick eyesight.

"Who wants to recognize you?" Malfoy said contemptuously, "Red-haired stupid weasel."

The adjective gave him away completely.

"M-er-fu!" Ron roared word by word, unable to tell whether the anger surging in his heart came from the humiliation of his old enemy or the betrayal of his friend.

"How can Tom be friends with Slytherin!"

At this moment, sitting in the Gryffindor common room, Ron bombarded Tom with the same question.

"Those are a group of dark wizards!" he shouted with red eyes - thanks to the calm Hermione, she cast the silencing charm in time.

"What a bunch of bad guys! Not to mention Malfoy, they are so bad!" Ron shouted emotionally.

"Maybe not all Slytherins are bad people," Harry thought of Professor Snape, "but why Malfoy?"

He asked: "Do you know that Malfoy and I don't deal with each other?"

"Who is your friend!" Ron slapped his palm on the coffee table and stood up, "Today you made it clear! Do you want to be friends with that bastard Malfoy, or do you want to be friends with us!"

Tom leaned back and leaned on the back of the sofa, feeling very tired.

He hadn't expected Malfoy to be exposed so quickly. He knew that maybe Harry and Ron would not agree with him and Malfoy, but he originally thought that as he grew older, everyone would become more mature and would know that friends of friends are not necessarily my friends, or that "friends" are not necessarily my friends. "There are also many categories. Moreover, Hermione's attitude also gave him some optimistic illusions, so that he did not expect that Harry and Ron's reactions would be so intense.

"I'm sorry." He finally had to say.

Ron's attitude softened a lot and he sat down angrily. But Harry was not concealed by an apology. He stared at Tom and asked softly: "You don't plan to break up with Malfoy, do you?"

"...I'm sorry." Tom looked away, not looking at him, and tried to explain a few words: "I still need his help with some things."

This explanation was too weak for Gryffindor, and even Hermione sighed beside her.

Ron was about to jump up again, but Harry held him down.

"I understand." Harry said lightly, "I'm going back to do my homework." He stood up, turned around and left expressionlessly.

Ron glared at Tom angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Okay!" He stretched out his finger and tapped Tom in the air, smiled through gritted teeth, and turned around to chase Harry away.

Tom rubbed his temples tiredly, turned to Hermione with a wry smile and said, "I messed everything up, didn't I?"

Hermione responded with a "hum" and continued writing her paper.