HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

Shimael was sitting on the Hogwarts Express, holding his head and watching the storm and lightning outside the window to pass the boring time.

"I hate rain." This muttering was drowned in the encrypted conversation of a group of people, and no one cared about it.

After the rain, the roads become muddy and the clothes will be stained. The only happy thing is that this year I can watch the freshmen being soaked by the rain again.

No matter how many times I have seen the sorting of freshmen, I will always think that this is a strange thing. Seeing the freshmen nervously waiting for the sorting hat to announce the results, Shimaier suddenly understood why it was said that the sorting ceremony would be all kinds of things. There are various versions of fighting giant monsters and fighting with goblins, because their nervous look is so fun.

After the last first-year freshman was sorted into Gryffindor, when Principal Armando began to give a speech, Shimaier pulled the corner of Tom's clothes and whispered in his ear, "Do you still remember you?" What did the branch look like at that time?"

"I will always remember every second I spent in the magical world." Tom's breath blew on Shimaier's ears. It was obviously a simple answer, but it had a more ambiguous meaning.

Shimai immediately felt that Principal Armando's speech was not difficult to endure.

After a summer vacation, the house elves seemed to be unable to stay idle, and the opening banquet was extraordinarily sumptuous. Shimael ate the delicacies at the opening banquet with great satisfaction and touched his belly with satisfaction, "I can't eat like this again in the future."

"It doesn't matter, I've heard this sentence a hundred thousand times." Alphard was still putting the steak into his stomach. When he choked, he drank apple juice. His barbaric eating style was even worse than Shimael's. And nothing less.

"That's too exaggerated, Alphard. I don't believe that the food in the Black family is worse than the food in the orphanage." Shimaier looked at Alphard's actions in surprise.

"They didn't give me food at all!" Alphard wolfed down his food so much that he slurred his words. "I haven't had a decent meal during the whole summer vacation, and it's all because of Caroline."

"Oh my God, she's so great. She raised the two of us by herself!" Shimaier said in surprise, looking at Caroline at the Gryffindor table, who was sharing her summer vacation with the people next to her. The interesting thing is that Shimaier saw "rich" floating on her head.

Tom looked at Shimaier, and Shimaier also received the look. She whispered to Tom, "Please remind the two Black sisters, they are abusing children!"

"You know I can't say such things." He couldn't help the pure-blood traitor in their eyes.

"Okay, then pretend that we are arguing about this kind of thing and act it out! Maybe the Black sisters will feel embarrassed and change it, or you can use this incident to deepen your character image." Shimaier finished. When Tom stopped him, he deliberately cleared his throat and said in an exaggerated tone, "Oh my god, Alphard, why are you so thin? Do you know that if you and the Black sisters walk together, I can't see how you are related at all." Eh~"

Alphard was stunned. He didn't understand why Shimaier suddenly started to perform. The steak that had not been completely eaten into his mouth was dripping juice and staining his school robe.

Then Shimael raised her orchid fingers and put them on Tom's shoulders, and said sweetly, "Tom, you should tell the Black sisters that as long as they are willing to share one-third of their food, Alphard will have a healthy body." .”

This performance successfully attracted the attention of everyone around the Slytherin table, especially the two Black sisters. They stared at Shimaier angrily, while the others turned their eyes back and forth on Tom and Shimaier.

In fact, people can't figure out the relationship between the two. They seem to be close but they don't seem to be in the same world.

Their relationship is their secret.

Tom glanced at Shimaier and slowly said, "Position is important, isn't it?"

This sentence made it clear what he was going to say. Alphard is a pure-blood traitor, so he has a different stance, and deserves all of this.

Several people around him applauded Tom, which attracted many people's attention.

These words undoubtedly gave Tom a very high reputation and intensified the conflict.

What a genius with language.

Alphard also kicked Shimail. Although he didn't know why she suddenly went crazy, he could see that Shimail liked Riddle and didn't want the two to quarrel because of his own reasons.

After hearing this, Shimaier exaggeratedly pretended to cry and ran out, but his voice was "oooooohahahahahahahahaha"

Even the Gryffindor table was curious about what happened. The girl sitting next to Caroline asked, "She is really weird. Caroline, you are familiar with her. Do you know what she did?"

"Urine escape" Caroline said gracefully as she took a sip of the hot soup in the bowl.

The first class of the new school year was a divination class. Professor Lawrence seemed to have aged a lot. He told everyone to start learning to predict the future from the crystal ball.

Shimael felt that Tom was simply a superman. Even if he didn't know magic, he would certainly be able to make great achievements in the Muggle world. After all, he had to look up information about Marvolo, maintain interpersonal relationships, and maintain good relationships. score.

"Merlin," Shimael sighed and said to Tom, "I'm really afraid that you will die suddenly one day. Secondly, I actually feel that our communication has become less."

Indeed, Tom has been seeing no one lately.

"You know what I'm busy with," said Tom. "What makes me even more distracted is your secret poem."

He is still searching.

The damn thing is that there are no clues except that the ring Shimaier always wears will deepen the color.

His intuition told him that this was a very helpful clue to him.

Tom's eyes were still beautiful in the dark classroom. "This does not disturb our relationship, because you are the only one who understands me."

"That's true," Shimeier said.

Tom observed Shimaier's expression and continued.

"I know you often look for me, because I am also paying attention to you. I will always have an open diary next to me when I am reading, so that if you look for me, I will know it immediately."

The knocked down crystal ball represents Shimaier's panic at the moment.

But she also remembered that Voldemort was good at deceiving people.

At night, when Shimael was about to fall asleep, a sentence appeared in the diary open by the bedside.

"I need to go to Professor Binns' office again"

Shimaier lay on the bed and read the words in the diary.

"And you are Professor Binns' most promising student, Shimaier."

Shimaier put the diary on his chest, sighed softly, casually picked up the quill and wrote "Okay" in the diary.

Shimeier knew that Tom had no good reason to say those kind words.

She would just briefly discuss with Professor Binns what she saw and heard during the goblin rebellion in the 18th century.

So when he took History of Magic the next day, Professor Binns saw Shimeier and Tom taking notes together. In fact, they were constantly communicating in the diary.

"Looking through the Hogwarts books? Can't find that name?" Schimmel wrote.

"Well, I can only place my hope on Professor Binns's collection of books."

"Why don't you just ask the professor?"

"I don't want Dumbledore to know what I'm investigating."

Schimmel expressed his understanding that the future struggle between Voldemort and Harry will actually be more of a struggle between Voldemort and Dumbledore.

"Anyway, you try to delay as much time as possible. I'm not sure when I can finish reading Professor Binns's collection of books, beautiful Miss Shimeier."

Shimaier suddenly let out a strange laugh, which woke up many sleeping classmates around him. She looked at the sentence slowly disappearing in the diary and suddenly felt that Tom really understood what she wanted to hear.

"I like this title, Good-looking Tom"

There was no reply from the other end of the diary.

Shimaier looked at Tom who was sitting at the other end of the corridor. He was throwing his diary into his bag, looking a little angry.

After class, Professor Binns wanted to float back to his office as usual - something he had done almost every day for decades.

Shimaier winked at Tom, and Tom immediately left the classroom. Shimaier stopped Professor Binns, "Professor, I heard some interesting rumors about the goblin rebellion in the 18th century."

Professor Binns seemed to really like talking to Shimaier, or maybe he had been lonely for too long. He kept pulling Shimaier and said that the curfew would start in fifteen minutes.

Shimael was looking at her pocket watch while running. She almost wanted to roll down the spiral staircase. When she returned to the Slytherin common room, there were only a few people in the common room. Fortunately, Elas was still resting. room.

"Have you seen Tom?" Shimaier asked breathlessly, she couldn't wait to know the answer.

Ellas shook his head, Shimaier drank a glass of water and was about to rush out to find Tom. "It's going to be curfew," Ailas reminded, but Shimaier still rushed out like flying.

Her intuition told her that either Tom was at the Observatory or Tom was at the Black Lake. These two places were the places full of their most memories.

Shimeier avoided the professor who might be patrolling at any time and Peeves, who could tell a story, and came to the Black Lake, where Tom was indeed there.

At this moment, he was staring at the lake expressionlessly, until Shimaier approached him and suddenly said, "Marvolo Gaunt, my grandfather, a descendant of Slytherin." He turned to look at Shimaier who was sitting next to him, His eyes were shining with pride and madness, "And I am the last descendant of Slytherin."

"Well, congratulations on discovering the secret of your life experience." Shimaier said calmly. She was not surprised. She picked up a flower on the shore and "give it to you. You know what to do next."

Tom took it and looked down at the flower thoughtfully, "You have always guided me." He slowly tore off the petals and crushed them, and soon only the bare stem of the unknown flower remained. "Why? Poetry" Maier.”

"I think you are very good. You are smart, you are powerful, your strength is unmatched, and you are also very patient. You are a person who can do great things. You are also very good-looking, but why do you say good-looking? Are you angry? "Shimaier didn't answer Tom. She knew that even so, she couldn't fool Tom, but Tom didn't seem to expect Shimaier to tell him.

Tom touched his face in disgust. "I hate it." He frowned in disgust. "I hate this face that looks similar to that Muggle."

Shimaier sighed and picked an unknown flower from the shore and handed it to Tom.

"Do you know why I like it here?"

Tom did not speak, but just looked at Shimaier, his frown gradually dispersing. At this time, the dark clouds quietly dispersed and the moon illuminated the black lake again.

"I like to say I love you in the black lake, because the black lake will swallow up all the secrets."