HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

Ever since that night, there has been an inexplicable cold war between Tom and Shimaier. All the Slytherin classmates have seen it, but after all, Tom is their leader, and Shimaier usually has nothing to do with them. They were talking behind their backs that maybe Shimael had a conflict with Tom, or maybe Tom no longer bothered to play with Shimael.

Starting from the sixth grade, he only took the courses he took. The interesting thing is that Shimaier and Tom's class schedules are highly overlapping, which makes Shimaier who is inexplicably cold war very embarrassed, but fortunately, there are also Caroline and Alphard to accompany him. Shimael.

"Hurry up, I'm going to be late." Shimaier stood at the top of the stairs and greeted Alphard and Caroline, who were still holding bread in their mouths. "I put on all my makeup earlier than you did. Professor Horne's will be a little later." I'm late for class," she said anxiously.

Alphard and Caroline's hair was messy and they had not yet adjusted from the vacation. They both sprinted towards the classroom with pieces of toast in their mouths. By the time the three of them arrived in the potions classroom, the class had already started.

"Oh, kids, I'm still worried. Please find an empty seat and sit down." Professor Horn looked up at them and continued to play with the teaching aids.

There was another table that was empty, and the only one next to Tom was empty. Caroline and Alphard occupied the table with quick eyes and hands. Not only that, they also looked at Shimaier covering his mouth and snickering. Shimaier While making faces at them, he reluctantly moved towards Tom.

Naturally, no one paid attention to anyone. Shimaier knew that he was consuming his emotions in a meaningless way. He tried to break the deadlock many times, but was unable to do so.

When Professor Horn finally finished playing with his bottles and jars, he clapped his hands with satisfaction and pointed to the big crucible next to him and said mysteriously, "Guess what this is?" Then he opened the lid of the pot, and a wave of The sheen of mother-of-pearl and spiraling vapors hovered above the classroom.

Shimaier smelled a familiar smell. She tried to lower her voice and asked Alphard who was across the aisle, "Did you smell that I sprayed too much perfume today?" She clearly remembered that she didn't use the perfume that Tom gave her, so why now? The tip of my nose is filled with the smell of Tom.

Alphard sniffed hard and shook his head, "What I smell is not your scent." Caroline reacted and replied, "Love agent!"

"Ten points for Gryffindor." Professor Horn looked at Caroline appreciatively and put the lid back on the cauldron, because if it wasn't closed, all the men and women in the classroom would come to the podium.

"It is the most effective and powerful love potion in the world," Professor Horn explained. "But this is not the focus of our class today. Today we are going to talk about the water of life and death."

When Shimaier heard about the love potion, she thought of Tom's mother for some reason. She subconsciously looked at Tom. Tom's eyes were staring at the crucible, his body was stiff, and his face was filled with uncontrollable gloom. .

Even in the cold war, Shimeier leaned towards Tom.

There were no words of comfort, and Shimeier wanted Tom to feel like he was there.

Can you feel it?

In the end, Professor Horn promised that whoever prepared the dead water would be rewarded with a bottle of "Elixir of Fortune".

However, by the end of this class, no one had prepared the perfect life and death water, not even Professor Horn's favorite student, Tom. Everyone attributed this to the fact that the teaching materials were too harsh.

Only Shimael knows the real reason.

Once the mood is low, it is easy to slip through the cracks. A few months after school started, Shimaier has been in a stage of vague panic, rumination, and a high degree of internal friction. She looks more and more haggard and lacks energy.

So much so that when Alphard was having dinner in the hall, he worriedly asked Shimail, "Are you really okay?". When the eating team gathered at the observatory, Caroline also looked at Shimail worriedly and asked, " Are you really okay?"

Shimaier just tightened the scarf around his neck and said, "It's okay, it's okay." The old school uniform that originally fit him became empty. "Next time, we should choose an indoor gathering. The observatory is too cold in December." Shimaier didn't He kept rubbing his hands and said.

There was another reason why she didn't want to come to the observatory - there were many memories of her and Tom here.

"It's okay, the ball will warm you up," said Caroline. "Professor Slughorn's Christmas Ball."

"Again?" Alphard said in surprise, "Is it going to become a Hogwarts tradition?"

Shimaier wasn't interested either. She felt the cake in her hand was getting more and more tasteless, so she simply gave it up.

"Isn't it good? Let's keep some memories of our school days. We will all graduate in another year." Caroline couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes. "Shimaier wants to go too, if Riddle invites you."

"Well, probably," Shimaier said vaguely, "he won't invite me."

"What's wrong with you?" Alphard asked, "You were not like this before. Your relationship with Riddle has changed since this semester. What happened?"

"It's okay, it's my reason," Shimael said, and Caroline gave Alphard a timely kick. "Oh, I remembered that I still have some homework to do in Potions class. Alphard, come with me!"

After speaking, before Alphard could react, Caroline dragged Alphard and left the observatory in a hurry.

Shimaier looked at the backs of the two people leaving strangely, but she always felt tired now and didn't want to think about it anymore.

She didn't want to eat anymore, so she walked to the edge of the observatory's railing and overlooked the snowy Hogwarts.

Between heaven and earth, Shimaier felt sad in his heart.

"The world is vast, but there is no place for me." Shimaier could not help but sigh and murmured.

"Come to me, Shimare." Tom's voice came from the doorway, speaking for the first time in months.

Shimaier was lonely in his heart and heard the voice of longing day and night. He moved his steps in a strange way and stood fixedly in front of Tom. After a long time, he suppressed the words "Why are you here?"

"Come to invite you to the Christmas ball" Tom's words drifted into Shimaier's ears along with the sound of wind.

Shimaier said a little awkwardly, "But aren't we quarreling?"

"Never," Tom said, "No matter what, it can't change that we are the most important people in each other's hearts." He looked at Shimaier and observed, "The Christmas ball is about inviting the most important people."

Shimaier's face gradually turned red. She pulled her scarf higher, secretly cursing the wind for making her face turn red.

"OK".

Shimaier didn't know why Tom invited him, but it seemed good.

They are each other's most important people, each other's dance partners, and have always been each other's only dance partners.

Shimaier's mood suddenly relaxed a lot. This was the first time he had felt so good since he had been depressed in the past few months. They had a long-awaited chat at the observatory.

But it had been too long since we had chatted. Shimaier was still very embarrassed at first and asked, "I'm really not afraid of you."

There was no expression on Tom's face and no response. Shimaier continued, "I haven't gotten along with you like this for a long time. To be honest, I really miss you Tom."

"I'm not leaving," said Tom.

Tom and Shimeier slowly came to the railing of the observatory. "Just now you said there is no place for you." Tom spoke slowly in a low voice.

Shimaier pulled the scarf higher with his hands, and the ring emitted a transparent red light under the moonlight. He buried his face deeper in the scarf, and muttered "hmm" vaguely. A sound.

"Maybe you also have troubles that you don't want to tell me, but if you tell me I will help you solve it, Shimaier, you know what I am capable of." Tom said sincerely, raising his hand to help Shimaier straighten her scarf. , to ensure that Shimaier will not suffocate himself to death with a scarf.

"It can't be solved," Shimaier said, not wanting to look directly into Tom's obsidian eyes. He suddenly hugged Tom as if he mustered up the courage. "Just let me hug him."

Even though they haven't interacted with each other for several months, this kind of behavior is not strange for Shimeier and Tom.

There seemed to be no separation between them because of time.

It was a long-lost taste and real touch. The familiar smell poured into his nose. Shimaier hugged Tom with all his strength, as if to make up for what he had lost in the past few months.

Shimaier buried her face in Tom's chest, so she could only speak her thoughts in a muffled voice, "I cherish everyone I meet here and everything I experience. Of course, the most important thing is you. I don't think so." What could be happier than having you be the first person I meet.”

"You were also the first person I met," Tom said.

After a moment of silence, Shimaier said, "It means something different." After that, he said self-deprecatingly, "If you hadn't met me, you would still be you."

I have always been a dispensable existence, because my previous self was too naive.

"I have remembered what you said Shimaier. I think this is also the secret you said about yourself."

Shimaier didn't say anything. She thought her silence meant she was acquiescing.

"I will find out your secrets." Tom leaned into Shimaier's ear and said, "This has always been my purpose. If you don't want to leave my side, I will not let you leave my side."

Tom held Shimaier in his arms and rubbed his back soothingly.

"Your place of refuge can always be by my side."