He couldn’t risk it last year; he viscerally recalled the horror he’d felt during the Weighing of the Wands prior to the first task. The fear that they’d discover what kind of magic he’d been practicing whilst examining his wand had almost been enough to crack his perfect composure. They’d discovered nothing, in the end, but Tom wasn’t a fool. He’d behaved last year, aware of the eyes on him, and he relished the opportunity to return to form now that the Tournament was over.