Seven.
Tom didn't count anymore. He didn't really see the point.
Sometimes he was lucky, and his Mum could talk Mister Potter out of it.
He still wasn't sure what Mister Potter was doing, making sure he wasn't crazy. Being the savior of the wizarding world surely didn't mean he had to check up on everyone's sanity, did it?
His Mum would never answer that.
She would never talk about the questions they asked either. He didn't understand them.