HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

"He just has giant blood," Caroline said, "but some people are very malicious towards him. Even the people in our own academy are not very nice to him." They were on their way to the first divination class together.

The divination class is in a room at the top of the north tower. To get there, you have to go through a long spiral staircase.

Shimaier was lying on the railing. "Do you think you will die if you fall from here?"

"You can fly." Alphard said very vaguely, and both Caroline and Shimael knew that he was referring to the Animagus.

"You can also say yes," Shimaier said while holding on to the railing. Caroline said angrily, "Then I have no choice but to ride a broomstick. You raise funds to buy one for me!"

They came to the classroom in a noisy manner and were immediately silenced because the decoration inside the classroom was too depressing. Black and white cloth covered the windows tightly. Even if the sun was shining brightly outside, the only way to emit light was through a galaxy model in the middle of the classroom. of weak light illumination.

In the darkness, Shimaier was pulled aside by a pair of hands and sat down. She was familiar with these hands, it was Tom.

"The place beside me has been waiting for you." Tom's lips were close to Shimaier's earlobe, and the combination of his breath and the dark environment made Shimaier shiver.

"Tom, you are really like a snake." This is Shimaier's true thought. Tom will lock and entangle its prey like a snake.

"You know I am." After saying this, Tom sat upright and waited for the Divination class teacher.

The divination teacher showed up after class. The crystal ball in front of him suddenly emitted white light and reflected his face. Only then did everyone realize that he had been sitting there all along.

"Welcome to the divination class." The divination teacher said faintly, and everyone looked at him with bated breath. "My name is Ficklens." He is an old man with wrinkles on his face and white hair. Seeing the traces of time on his face, Shimaier guessed that he must be very old.

"I don't live long," Professor Lens said. "The stars tell me that you will be the last students I teach, and I will die because of you." What he said is still very scary for third-year students.

"Then I also predict that I will be the last student he teaches." Shimaier secretly said to Tom. She became interested in this course. "This teacher is so interesting."

Then Professor Lens said, "Now come in front of me one by one. Please, let me take a good look at you."

The students began to discuss in low voices, too timid to move. In the end, Caroline walked up first, followed closely by Alphard.

Professor Rens nodded first, then shook his head. At first, Shimaier was frightened when he saw it, fearing that his good friend's fate would be bad, but fortunately, he behaved like this to everyone.

It was Shimaier's turn. Shimaier walked forward and sat down opposite Professor Luns. Professor Luns' cloudy eyes stared at her closely.

"I heard Albus talk about you, and I think his guess is right." Professor Rens said in a deep, ancient voice.

"Professor Dumbledore, what did he guess?" Shimaier was shocked, wondering if his secret would be discovered.

"Secret, Shimaier, I'm very happy that you can take this course of mine. I originally thought you wouldn't like it." Professor Rens said inexplicably, and Shimaier couldn't guess his thoughts with his cloudy eyes. "You Your eyes are very clear, I hope you will always be like this."

"Well, I'll try my best." Shimaier felt uneasy and hurried back to Tom.

"I don't think I'll like this class anymore," Shimeier said to Tom unhappily, "Go and see what he can tell you."

"I'm not going, I don't want my fate to be predicted." Tom sat motionless, staring at the crystal ball in front of him.

The whole class passed in the eyes of Professor Lens and every classmate.

"Do you think his prediction is true? I think it's a bit accurate because he does look very old. Maybe we are really his last one," Lestrange said excitedly.

"He is friends with that old fool Dumbledore?" Avery said dissatisfied, "Maybe he is an old liar."

Shimael heard them say this as she passed by them, but she had to rush to the Care of Magical Creatures class with Caroline and Alphard, and the North Tower was too far from the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Remember the runes class in the afternoon," said Tom.

Shimaier was running down the spiral staircase quickly. Hearing these words, he looked up in surprise and looked at Tom, who was still going up the next step.

Then she smiled as if she had figured something out, and unlike before, she said "Okay" with a joking look in her eyes.

By the time they ran to the edge of the Forbidden Forest out of breath, class had already begun. The person teaching them was a male teacher. He asked everyone to divide into groups to observe the bomb-tailed snails.

Shimaier looked at the snail in a cage made of rattan. He picked up a branch and went to tease it. As a result, Shimaier's hand almost burned when the snail breathed out fire.

"It's really scary. If it were bigger, we could steal it and roast chicken for dinner." Shimaier wiped the dirt on the stick on his school robe and looked at the snail with lingering fear.

"No wonder the professor only wanted us to observe. It would be fine if we had close contact." Caroline stood far away. "I took this elective because I heard that you might learn about unicorns in this class."

"Yes." Shimaier recalled that he and Tom went exploring the Forbidden Forest in the second grade. At that time, they encountered an injured unicorn.

Not knowing what Tom was doing now, Shimaier leaned against the low wall made of stones and watched the professor of Care of Magical Creatures explain the physiological structure of the bomb-tailed snail. She didn't want to know how to tell a male from a female snail, she just wanted to know what Tom was doing now.

Maybe in the library, or with his pure-blood friends, Shimaier thought. She wanted to be close to Tom more and more, and wanted to still be the closest person to Tom. This was also Tom's magic power.

At noon on the Slytherin table, Shimael was holding a pudding and said to Tom, "How about giving you a snail egg for Christmas? It's very convenient for roasting meat."

"No, I think butterflies are good." Tom brushed off the foam of the soup and took a spoonful of it and put it in his mouth. Seeing his lips touching the spoon, Shimaier felt her face blushing to the roots of her ears.

This is so unlike me! Shimaier's heart rang with alarm bells, how could he do this! What about your own wantonness? What about free and easy? What about madness? Where is the self and where is the heart?

"Your expression is very strange." Tom looked at Shimaier with his face raised, "Let me think about it, is what I said wrong?"

"Tom" Shimaier looked at Tom with deep affection and said, "Have you ever thought that you are in danger like this? If someone with some special quirks is looked at by you like this, I don't dare to think about it! So you only look at me like this." Enough."

Tom Riddle put down his smile and returned to his normal appearance before continuing to drink the bowl of soup that was almost cold.

Shimaier's mind was very confused, and if he wrote down the fragmentary thoughts in his heart, he probably wouldn't need to continue writing.

"Just look at me, Tom," Shimaier lowered his head, his black hair covering his eyes, and murmured in a low voice.

Tom held Shimaier's hand on the bench. "Well, I'm looking at you."

Shimaier raised his head and looked at Tom. As soon as he raised his eyes, he looked into Tom's dark eyes, and he was momentarily absent-minded.

They looked at each other for a long time. Shimaier didn't know if Tom could see the myriad thoughts in her mind. She only had Tom's beautiful eyes in her eyes.

In Shimaier's mind, the belief became even stronger, that is, if you can't control your heart, just follow it.

"Riddle?"

Their gaze was interrupted, and Shimeier squeezed Tom's hand under the table in response, and talked about his hidden love to the full in the crowd of friends.

Tom looked away and looked at Lestrange who called him.

It was the first time that Lestrange saw Tom's eyes like this. He was stunned and said, "We should go to rune class."

Tom regained his usual expression and nodded. He stood up and naturally pulled Shimaier along with him, letting go at the last second when he caught everyone's gaze.

Perhaps this is another secret belonging to them.