"Tom, what are you doing standing here? You didn't respond when I called you."
Tom, who was envisioning the new semester on the platform, was heavily patted by Harry.
"Huh, Harry, why are you here?"
Tom, immersed in his fantasies, subconsciously asked.
Harry's face was full of black lines as he retorted, "Why can't I be here? We only separated for a few seconds; I came in right after you."
At this point, Tom, finally regaining his senses, realized that without the diary as an inducement, there would be no obstruction from Dobby, so Harry's smooth entry onto the platform was perfectly normal.
But if that were the case, wouldn't the famous scene of Harry and Ron flying to Hogwarts in the car be gone?
Tom stroked his chin and discussed with Harry, "Harry, what do you say if I throw you and Ron out of the station again, and then seal the entrance again?"
"Why?"
Harry saw that Tom was genuinely considering this question, and his voice instantly became a bit hoarse.
"Of course, it's to see you and Ron flying towards Hogwarts in Mr. Weasley's modified car."
Tom's serious attitude made Ron, who had just entered and overheard the conversation, unsettled. He quickly pulled Harry away, muttering to Harry's ear as they left, "Harry, I told you this Slytherin is full of bad ideas, always scheming to deal with us. Look, he's showing his true colors now. If you ask me, You-Know-Who probably wasn't as bad as him back then."
Tom watched Harry and Ron gradually move away, exclaiming his regret. Seeing that it was almost time, Tom quickly boarded the train.
After getting on the train, Tom didn't immediately go to find Cassandra and them. Instead, he slowly walked through the various carriages.
"Ah, Rolf Scamander, then you must be Newt and Tina's grandson. I met them once in Paris. Please say hello to them for me."
"The Quibbler is truly a good magazine, Luna Lovegood. I often submit articles to your family's magazine."
"Come, Colin Creevey, let's make a deal. If you take photos of Headmaster Dumbledore and the four House Deans in Hogwarts, or Harry in a dress, can you sell them all to me? I will definitely give you a good price."
Tom, relying on his good looks, was thriving among the first-year new students and even took the opportunity to educate them about the Sorting Ceremony.
"Ah, you ask how the Sorting Ceremony is conducted? Of course, it's by battling a Professor! Our Hogwarts emphasizes practical combat the most. By the way, it just so happens to be Headmaster Dumbledore's turn this year, so this year's assessment will be to withstand one of the Principal's Fiendfyre attacks. He will sort you into suitable Houses based on your performance."
"So, you should rest well and conserve your energy, and think about how to deal with it. Oh, and please don't say I told you. If the Professors find out I leaked the Sorting exam questions in advance, I'll probably be locked up in detention until I die this year."
As Tom "leaked" the information with good intentions, Tom's version of the "Sorting Ceremony" quickly spread among the first-year new students.
And those older students, upon learning of it, not only didn't clarify but also helped Tom fill in all the subtle flaws in detail, ensuring that Tom's version of the Sorting Ceremony sounded logical and flawless. They even "kindly" helped train the young Wizards, offering useful strategies for passing.
Meanwhile, Tom, having accomplished his feat without revealing his true intentions, proceeded towards the carriage where Draco and Cassandra were. Along the way, he encountered many old acquaintances.
"Yo, Cedric and Cho Chang, you two are already showing off your affection right at the start of the semester."
"Don't tease us, Tom. Haven't seen you in a while, how have you been recently?"
"I'm doing great, but honestly, I really miss the days we spent together admiring that sexy belly dance in Egypt. How about this, for the Christmas holiday, I'll treat you to a pole dance performance, the proper kind."
"Good... ah, no, I mean... wait, Cho, don't go, listen to my explanation!"
Watching Cedric chase after an angry Cho, Tom couldn't help but sigh, thinking this was truly the sweet, youthful campus romance.
"Is it really okay for you to tease Cedric like that? He's an honest person."
"There's no teasing; every word I said was true. And George, Fred, it really doesn't sound convincing coming from you two, considering you're the most professional pranksters at Hogwarts."
"Thanks for the compliment, this is also for our great prankster cause."
"Then are you interested in collaborating with me to create a new game? It's too much trouble for me to do it alone."
"Of course I'm interested, but what kind of game are you planning?"
"This isn't the place to talk about it. Once we get to school, we'll find a time and place, and I'll explain it to you slowly. For now, I still need to go find Cassandra and Draco. See you later."
After much wandering, Tom finally reunited with Cassandra and Draco, but was met with a complaint: "How come I didn't know our Dark Lord was so leisurely?"
Tom plopped down onto a seat, unwrapped a Chocolate Frog, and popped it into his mouth. "No choice, who told these first-year new students they're the hope of Hogwarts and the future of the magic world? Of course, I have to take good care of them."
Cassandra and Draco listened thoughtfully.
"But why are there only two of you? Where are Pansy and the others?" Tom asked, looking around the carriage in confusion.
"They're in the next carriage. After all, you might need some private space," Cassandra explained softly.
"Alright then." With that, Tom pulled out two small items from his extended bag and handed them to Draco and Cassandra. "Here, souvenirs from the trip to Egypt."
"What are these?" Draco asked curiously, holding the small round orb in his hand.
"The Millennium Eye from the Millennium Items, and what Cassandra has in her hand is the Millennium Necklace, also from the Millennium Items. Each Millennium Item contains incredible power. Collecting all seven Millennium Items allows you to summon the ghost of Pharaoh Atem."
Tom, being very talkative, told them the story called "Yu-Gi-Oh!"
After listening, Cassandra was a bit embarrassed to accept them. "These are really too precious. Perhaps you should keep them yourself."
"Go ahead and accept them. Only gifts of this caliber are worthy of you," Tom's smile was sincere, making it hard to refuse.
As for the truth, Tom wouldn't say it was because he forgot to buy souvenirs and had quietly spent an hour hand-crafting them. As for why he chose the Millennium Eye and Millennium Necklace, it was simple: they were easy to make.
Although they didn't possess the power of the Millennium Items from "Yu-Gi-Oh!", Tom didn't completely fool them. At least there was magic added to them, and they could still shine brightly at crucial moments.
The long journey quietly passed, and as night fell, the train slowly pulled into the station.