HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

"Is there anyone, please help me?"

The heavy rain in the dark night washed over the city, and Shimaier held on to the rain-soaked cloak - the slightly larger cloak was stained with mud, as if he had picked it up somewhere.

She leaned on the door and banged the door of Wu's Orphanage again and again.

The older woman in her nightgown answered the door and the kerosene lamp in her hand flickered on and off the woman's serious face. The younger woman also came over and asked, "Who is outside?"

When Shimaier heard that people were coming, he shouted even harder, "Madam, please help me. I am a wanderer from the east. I really have no choice. They kicked me out. I don't know where my home is." No, I'm so hungry." The older woman immediately motioned to the young woman to open the door. As soon as the door opened, Shimaier fell heavily to the floor, her robe clinging to her skin, dripping with water.

The young woman quickly went to help her, "Oh, my dear, are you okay?" Shimaier pretended to be weak and half-supported her body and said, "Madam, please take me in." After saying that, he pretended to faint.

Tom stood at the top of the stairs and watched. At first, he watched from the window. He didn't know why he watched, but he was just curious about whether she would fulfill her promise.

The young woman hugged Shimaier, and the old woman held the lamp for her. When she turned around, she found Tom standing there like a ghost. The young woman let out another soft cry, and she quickly covered Shimaier for fear of waking him up. Shut up.

The old woman was obviously shocked, but she still asked, "Tom, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing" said Tom

"In the name of the dean, I order you to go back to your room now. It's bedtime!" The older woman also stared at him. In the dim light, she couldn't see Tom's expression clearly.

Fortunately, Tom went upstairs obediently, otherwise the dean wouldn't know what to do with him. In fact, she knew that she was just like these children in Tom's eyes. She had no dignity at all, and Tom was not afraid of her at all.

"Let's go, Miss Ge'an, take her to the empty room upstairs. I remember there is another room on the second floor -" Before she could finish her words, Miss Ge'an said, "But that was, that was the room that he, um, I mean, you know who he is because of him. He scared away the kids next door, so that’s why he left that empty room, right? He was peeking just now, maybe he came to inquire. No one else is going to live in that house."

Miss Gean stumbled and finished. She had been working as a caregiver here for half a year. She loved this job and the only person she was afraid of was Tom.

"There are no free rooms now." The dean rubbed his brow tiredly. "Our finances are also tight and we can't expand. Let's wait until he has an attack. Now put this poor child to bed. I think she needs some comfortable clothes." and hot water.”

The dean opened the bedroom, and Shimeier could smell it from the air, which must have been unoccupied for a long time. It was the smell of damp wood.

Miss Ge'an sat her down on the bed and took off her wet cloak. The dean found a pair of old clothes from somewhere and handed them to Miss Ge'an. After putting Shimael into dry clothes, Miss Ge'an laid her down. on the bed.

The dean brought another basin of hot water. Miss Ge'an let the towel fully absorb the hot water before wringing out the towel in her hand and carefully wiping Shimaier's body, while the dean took another dry towel. Carefully brush Shimaier's long hair dry.

Shimaier fell asleep under such a comfortable double attack.

Tom listened to the noise next door and put his hands on the wall. She kept her promise, but why did she do this? What is her purpose? He pressed against the wall impatiently.

The night was still so dark, and the dean and Miss Gian had already left. After a brief sleep, Shimeier opened his eyes and gently knocked on the wall, "Hey, Tom, can you hear me?".

Tom also tapped the wall twice. After receiving the response, Shimaier even said excitedly, "How about it? I didn't lie to you, I came in! Are you happy?"

But after a long time, there was no response from the other side of the wall. He probably didn't want to pay attention to him or it was too late. Shimaier gently said "good night" to the person on the other side of the wall and fell into a real sleep.

Tom leaned his head against the wall and looked at the dark night. Industrial pollution had seriously polluted the air, but for the first time he saw a star, a star called Magic.