HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

Tom and Shimeier were the closest people to each other who knew each other tacitly.

Even if others don't know.

Since Shimael's birthday, there have been no snake attacks on classmates in Hogwarts. This was due to Tom discovering a book in the restricted section of the library. When Shimael and Tom had a date in the Room of Requirement, When she saw the title of the book, a sense of historical oppression came over her again - "Decryption of Advanced Black Magic".

It contains information on how to make Horcruxes.

Tom didn't hide this book from Shimeier, nor did he tell anyone except Shimeier.

After the final exams and the last dinner, they had to return to the Muggle orphanage. Caroline was also recovering emotionally recently, and the quarrel between Shimael and Alphard seemed to have been forgotten by the two.

"It doesn't matter, Lucy and I can also write letters and communicate. It's not like we can only be friends when we are classmates," said Caroline. They were enjoying their last supper at the Black Lake. Caroline has lost a lot of weight recently. She was stacking meat on her plate. "That's enough, that's enough, Alphard, I'm not trying to build a fort with meat pies. Lucy said she's quite comfortable in the Muggle world, and she invited me to play."

"We can go together!" Alphard said. Shimael had noticed Alphard's curiosity about the Muggle world a long time ago.

"Forget it, your parents will kill me. I don't want to become a dead soul, and you don't want your head to be burned off the family tree," said Caroline.

"It doesn't matter." Alphard thought of his family and scratched his head irritably. "When I grow up, I will leave."

"You can travel around the world together," Shimaier's spirit was much better, she joked while eating her share of strawberry pudding.

"You've been as moody as Moaning Myrtle lately," Alphard said, and they had a tacit understanding not to tell Caroline about the last argument they had in the common room.

"Moaning Myrtle? Did she change her last name to 'Moaning'?" Shimaier asked in confusion.

"That was a nickname given to her by others, and it almost replaced her name." Caroline said, "Although this kind of behavior is not very good, to be honest, it suits her quite well. Anyway, I cry every time I see her. "

Shimaier thought of the girl with thick glasses and big eyes, "Well, that fits the bill quite well."

"What about Hagrid, the giant of Gryffindor?" Alphard asked Caroline. "He is the one who attracts the most attention at the beginning of the school year."

"Hagrid is very good." Caroline slapped Alphard gently, "very kind, caring, and loves small animals."

Shimaier nodded in agreement.

The train back to King's Cross station roared on the tracks, and they returned to Wu's Orphanage.

Tom seemed to have found what he needed from the book "Advanced Black Magic", Shimaier could feel it.

Because Tom was in a state of excitement, Shimaier knew that Tom had found a way to make a Horcrux.

There is no way to change fate.

"We should go somewhere," said Tom. "I think you should accompany me."

One morning, Tom stood in front of Shimaier's door and said to her.

Shimael had no reason to refuse such an invitation, not to mention that he was Tom. Even if he didn't know where he was going to take him, Shimael was willing.

Tom's face became more and more gloomy along the way, and Shimaier held his hand to comfort him as usual. She was curious about what made Tom feel that she should accompany him. Tom was not a person who would say such things!

Until they arrived at their destination.

An old house, almost hidden by the gnarled trees, looks dilapidated and dilapidated from the outside, and seems to be in danger of collapse at any time.

They came to the door, and Tom knocked heavily on the wooden door again and again with a sullen face. The dilapidated wooden door probably only served as a shield from the wind, but it opened with a creak in no time.

The inside of the house is even dirtier than the outside. Shimaier found it hard to describe, because it was simply indescribable. This place was simply the dirtiest place she had ever seen.

Before she could take a closer look, a man next to a candle, the only light source in the room, pointed at them with a wand and a dagger in one hand.

The man also looked haggard, and if he didn't move, Shimaier would think he was dead.

Tom looked at everything in the room carefully, and finally locked his cold eyes on the man.

The man seemed to be under the influence of alcohol, as there were bottles on the floor nearby.

"You!" he shouted, "You!"

He drunkenly pounced on Riddle, wand and dagger held high.

Shimael immediately drew his wand and prepared to knock her down, but next to him, Tom hissed from his mouth. He was speaking Parseltongue.

The man looked at Tom in surprise after bumping into the rusty copper pot on the table. Seeing the two of them looking at each other, Shimeier simply pulled a sturdy-looking chair next to him and sat down.

Then, Tom and the man began to talk in parse language. Shimeier couldn't understand what they were talking about, but the tone sounded like Tom was asking something, and the man suddenly became angry.

Tom put out the candle.

"Shimaier, don't look."

"Everything is forgotten."

In the darkness, Shimaier heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and then a pair of hands held Shimaier and walked outside the house.

There was no emotion on Tom's face at this moment. He was holding the man's wand and there was an extra ring on his hand.

"You imitate me," Shimaier said jokingly, trying to relax Tom's mood, "It doesn't look like a couple's ring at all."

Tom brushed off Shimaier's ring, then looked at the ring on his own hand and said, "This is Marvolo's ring. Marvolo is my mother's father."

"I know everything." Tom's tone was trembling, complex emotions struck his heart, and murderous intent slowly appeared in his eyes. "I think it's time for me to find my father."

Shimaier gently stroked Tom's back with his hand and said, "I'll accompany you." Then he looked at the dark room and said, "Then who is he?"

"My mother's brother," Tom said disdainfully.

"Is he dead?" Shimaier remembered the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground just now, and saw Tom holding the man's wand.

"Still alive," Tom said. "After all, what happens next needs to come from his hand (magic wand)."

Shimaier realized what Tom wanted to do and why Tom asked her to accompany her.

Perhaps this was a rare display of true feeling from Tom.

She forced Tom to clasp her fingers and said, "I'll stay with you."

Tom nodded, "I don't know why I let you know these things."

"Thank you for letting me know," Shimaier said. "I have witnessed history, thank you." This sentence came from the heart, and Tom probably wouldn't understand it.

Tom's mouth curved slightly, "Of course, although I probably don't understand it yet."

"what?"

"It's nothing."

As he spoke, Tom raised their clasped hands again, and the two rings shone brightly in the sun.

"It's a good match," Tom said, looking at Shimaier's ring and his own ring under the sunset.

"It goes well together." Shimaier corrected him. "Red and black."

Perhaps this reveals their fate.

They walked hand in hand through the valley in the sunset and arrived at their destination - the village of Little Hangleton.

Shimaier felt that as the destination approached, Tom's murderous intention was getting stronger and stronger.

He is not a person who expresses his emotions, and he can even perform completely opposite emotions in many cases. Tom's unreserved release of his low pressure shows that this matter is really serious.

They arrived outside a large house that was completely different from the previous one.

"Riddle House" Tom read the name on the house plate with disgust, muttering to himself, "An unsatisfactory, dirty, shameful family."

Shimaier didn't say anything because he was interested. He just jumped up the steps and knocked politely on the door.

After a long time, hurried steps came to open the door. The door opened. It looked like the maid of the Riddle family. She was a little old and looked to be about the same age as the dean's wife.

The moment she opened the door, the maid looked suffocated and then fainted. Shimaier saw that Tom was holding the man's wand.

"Everything is forgotten."

The tip of the wand glowed silvery white.

The people inside the house obviously didn't realize what was happening at the door. Shimaier and Tom passed the maid lying at the door and walked through the long corridor.

Shimaier looked at the corridor and could see that the Riddle family was a wealthy family here. The decoration was luxurious everywhere. It was completely different from the orphanage. If it was luxurious here, the orphanage was damaged by the war.

When Shimael and Tom walked to the restaurant, Old Tom and his parents were eating the food on the table with relish.

"Come and get some water. Who was knocking on the door just now?" Old Riddle seemed to think that the person who came was a maid, and without even raising his head, he tapped his crystal glass with a silver fork.

"Death was knocking on the door just now." Tom's gloomy voice came to mind, with murderous intent that could not be concealed.

The three people at the table looked up, namely Riddle Sr. and his parents.

Shimaier was a little surprised when he looked at the old Riddle, whose cheeks were very similar to Tom's.

Old Riddle obviously had the same reaction, but in a ray of green light, the look of astonishment was permanently fixed on his face.

"Avada Kedavra."

This is the first time Tom directly kills someone.

Three bodies appeared in the living room.

Tom's body tensed, and his soul began to change dramatically as a result of his father's murder.

This was a watershed moment, Shimael knew.

Tom truly became Voldemort.

Even so, Tom is the only Tom in Shimare.

"I'm with you Tom," said Schimmel. "You're not alone."

At least there is me, we are closer than close relatives.

He needs to be around.

Shimaier wanted to let Tom know that he was always there.

"Go upstairs, Shimer," Tom said, suppressing his emotions. "Find a room and sleep."

Shimaier looked at Tom worriedly and wanted to refuse, but suddenly he began to lose consciousness and fainted before he finished saying "soup".

I could only vaguely hear an ancient and mysterious mantra.