Chapter 42
He watched her from the corner of his eyes as she left the classroom with her friends. Since she had recalled nothing from the incident, he had not asked her to remember. Quietly gathering his book, he glanced at the piece of paper he held in his hand. Although many raids in the library had not furthered his solution to restore Harry's memory, Tom had come into some interesting information on the piece of paper in his hand, and the symbol drawn on it.
A portkey with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, how fascinating.
Tucking it into his pocket, Tom silently walked out of the room towards his next class, which would be his defense against the dark arts class. As he walked in, Tom cataloged the seas of green and blues in the class. Taking his customary seat by Abraxas, Tom rummaged through his bag and took out his book.
"Put away your books children, today we are having a hands-on activity." Professor Merrythought spoke from the front of the room.
"For the past two months, I have been teaching you simple defense spells such as Protego. Today, we are going to be learning about the unforgivable." Her voice became a hushed whisper at the end.
A shiver of excitement ran up Tom's spine at the prospect. Of course, he knew what they were, he had searched them up in the library as soon as he had read about them in his book. Well, it didn't hurt that he had already tried the Cruciatus curse on some animals before. Their contorted bodies gave him a sense of power and control.
He half-heartedly listened as Professor Merrythought began talking about the basics he already knew. Absentmindedly, Tom wondered if there was going to be a demonstration. To his disappointment, Professor Merrythought firmly stated that there was going to be no demonstration when Walburga had asked her about it. There was a collective groan among the student generation at the answer. Looking around himself at the disgruntled faces, an idea grew in Tom's head. He subtly nudged at Abraxas.
"Hey, are you familiar with the students from dark affiliated families?" He asked. Abraxas blinked before looking warily at his friend.
"Yes, why?"
"Well, since Professor Merrythought wasn't going to give a demonstration, I thought we should hold our own." He stated simply. Abraxas's eyes widened in understanding.
"Bring only those you can trust. We will do it tonight, at the entrance of the forbidden forest."