Tom: I Want to Transfer Houses

Everyone staying for the holidays was captivated by this display of the "Fountain of Good Fortune." No one noticed a worm, glowing red, slithering around before its body was struck by a spell, expanding and growing larger.

"Merlin's beard! What's happening!"

Tom drew his wand the moment he heard the exclamation. The professors all stood up, but it was too late. The entire Great Hall was ignited by countless sparks, and the flames spread with extreme speed.

Professor Kettleburn froze for a moment. Once he reacted, he pushed three students away from the center of the fire. Before he could cast a spell, he was engulfed by flames.

"Damn it! It's freezing cold! Tom, be careful, use the Freezing Charm quickly!" Dumbledore first extinguished the fire on Kettleburn. Without checking on his colleague's injuries, he cast spells to freeze the Fire-Drake eggs that were about to hatch.

Headmaster Armando sighed faintly. He really deserved to die! Why did he agree to Herbert's request to put on some damn pantomime? "Galatea... you protect the students and Kettleburn and leave first. The rest of the professors will stay here."

The pantomime turned into a farce. Tom carefully checked the surrounding corners, freezing the snake eggs that were emitting red light. He wiped a cold sweat and let out a breath. He would remember this Christmas for the rest of his life. It seemed Professor Kettleburn would be placed on probation again this year...

Exhausted, Tom returned to his dormitory and threw himself onto the soft bed. The banquet had been too exciting, and he hadn't even had a chance to eat much. He was really hungry now.

Looking at the familiar place with some helplessness, Tom had a sliver of a thought to give up. If he couldn't resist, then... he'd rather die than touch those damned points of light.

As if guessing Tom's thoughts, countless points of light gathered together again, forming a shining yew tree. He opened his eyes, glanced at the yew tree, and then shifted his gaze to the locket on the other side. The desire in his heart told him that as long as he walked over and took the locket, he could fulfill the deepest wish hidden in his heart. But why did he suddenly think of that damned senior?

'Little Tom... will you regret it?'

The gentle and elegant voice seemed to be able to bewitch people. Tom's raised hand paused in mid-air. He turned his head and saw the figure under the yew tree, slowly retracting his hand that was about to touch the locket. He made up his mind. From today on, his least favorite color would be platinum blonde!

At Malfoy Manor, at the same time, Abraxas's tightly closed eyes moved, and the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he were having a beautiful dream.

The short holiday ended. Tom wished he could find Headmaster Dippet to discuss transferring schools! Anywhere would do, as long as he could get away from this clingy platinum-haired senior. He'd rather go to a den of muscle-brained lions!

"Senior! Weren't you preparing to be a ghost?"

Abraxas reached out and touched the familiar black hair he had been missing. Under the angry glare of the little black-haired boy, he suppressed his constantly rising smile. "I rejected the marriage proposal from the Bulstrode family for little Tom. Won't little Tom comfort me~"

Clenching his fists tightly, the pain in his palm brought Tom back from his daze. He needed to learn Legilimency. That damn guy, could he be a male Veela? What was wrong with him? Every time he was with this person, his heart would race uncontrollably?

"Is that so? How pitiful. I deeply regret that. Now, can you get away from me, Senior!"