HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

The professor's requirements for them are getting higher and higher, and the papers are arranged like a mountain, because they will face the OLS ordinary wizard level exam in their fifth grade, even though they are only in their fourth grade now.

However, this high-pressure atmosphere was broken by the annual Quidditch match.

Shimael hasn't been to a Quidditch match since she was hit on the head by a ball, so she doesn't care. What she cares about is the divination class paper she is currently working on, about the impact of the Mars galaxy on fortune.

"Voldemort." Shimeier heard someone read out the name. She was writing furiously and suddenly drew the pen outside the parchment. She turned around stiffly and found Lestrange and the others surrounding Tom.

"That's a cool name, Riddle," Lestrange said.

"Well, you can all call me this from now on," Tom said, "but why did you suddenly remember to call me this?" Avery asked, and Tom's face flashed with gloom but soon returned to normal, "I thought you You know me well, Avery."

"I'm sorry." Avery was completely confused by Tom. His regretful expression pleased Tom. Then Tom slowly picked up the wand and drew Tom Marvolo Riddle in the air. Then he waved his hand, and the letters immediately arranged into combinations. Became Voldemort.

"Leap to death" Tom said without explaining much, because he knew that these people would not understand his goal.

For some reason, Tom looked at Shimaier who was not far away. The ambiguous atmosphere between their eyes seemed so out of place in the resting place. Shimaier called out "Voldemort" interestingly.

Tom smiled, turned his head and continued talking to Avery and the others.

Seeing Tom turn his head, Shimaier immediately put away his playful smile, and his eyes became even more helpless. Seeing Shimaier's concern, Alphard asked, "Are you okay?" He moved the plate with plums next to Shimaier towards Shimaier.

Shimaier shook her head. She put away her homework silently because she knew that she was not in any mood to complete it today.

She was very complicated inside. Although she knew it would happen sooner or later, when the name Voldemort finally began to appear on the stage of history, it was inevitable that she would have a feeling of loss, as if Tom's past time would be far away from her.

Just like there is no such thing as a feast that never ends, he will leave sooner or later, and everything will enter the stage of history on the right track. Shimaier is a student at Hogwarts who is so ordinary that no one will remember him.

This kind of mental internal consumption made Shimaier not react until she was the only one left in the common room, sitting blankly at the table. As soon as she stood up and wanted to go back to the dormitory, she fell to the chair again because of numbness in her legs.

"Call my name, Shimaier." It was Tom. He pulled out the chair opposite Shimaier. "Why are you unhappy?"

"No, I'm not happy every day, Tom Voldemort," Shimaier said awkwardly.

Tom picked up Shimaier's half-written divination paper and read it. Shimaier wanted to snatch it back - because half of it was made up.

"You really have no divination talent." Tom said intentionally or unintentionally, and after a while he continued, "I hate my name, ordinary. And it is named after my Muggle father, Shimaier. You know I can't stand this. , I am the descendant of the noble Salazar Slytherin."

Shimael nodded, "Voldemort, steal death."

Tom looked at Shimaier with satisfaction, "You really understand me." Shimaier didn't speak, but she whispered in her heart that it was natural, and she didn't care about her identity.

"I will not keep the name of my dirty Muggle father, so I gave myself a new name, a name that contains my own goals. One day in the future, all wizards in the world will" When talking about the crazy part, Tom suddenly Stopped talking, "Anyway, you understand my Shimaier."

"Yes, I understand you," Shimaier said blankly.

"Go to bed early, there's the Quidditch match tomorrow." Tom stood up and prepared to go back to the room.

"You know, I never go," Shimer said. "I don't want to be disfigured."

"Then please explore the castle with me." Tom stretched out his hand gracefully and pulled Shimael up. "There are not enough inferi in the cave. Hogwarts is a very magical place. I have to stay there." Find alternatives here and learn something.”

"You are so crazy. Are you going to learn black magic here?" Shimaier whispered nervously, afraid of being heard by others, but did not realize that he was getting closer to Tom.

"It's just adventure." Tom looked at Shimaier's nervous expression and took a deep breath.

So on the next day, when almost all the teachers and students in the school gathered on the Quidditch pitch, Shimaier and Tom sneaked back to the castle. Technically speaking, Shimaier was the only one sneaking around.

"Naturally, Shimaier, even if Ogg sees you like this and has done nothing, he will put you in solitary confinement." Tom walked in the corridor openly, watching Shimaier walk away like a thief. Behind one pillar is behind another pillar.

"This has a better atmosphere. Oh no, everyone is going to watch the football game. The first priority now is to help you find a place where you can study, right?" Shimaier said while looking around, "But Hogwarts There are controls everywhere, and you can’t even disapparate. Is there really such a place?”

"Hogwarts Castle has many secrets." Tom just said this, and Shimaier didn't know where he came to the conclusion.

"I suspect you just want me to date you." Shimaier jumped forward, but apart from the classroom where classes were usually held and the hanging photos, the castle was just a castle.

When they even climbed to the seventh floor and found nothing, Shimaier collapsed on the ground and gasped, "There is a broom room on the eighth floor, why don't you go and make do with it."

So Shimaier dragged Tom to the eighth floor in a hurry. "Where is there a place to practice? Where is there a place to practice~" She sang the tune she made up and sang randomly "I remember there is a broom room here~ 1 I kicked Ogg away for the first time~" The singing stopped abruptly, because Shimaier found that the place that was originally the broom room had turned into a stone door.

"Wow," Shimael exclaimed, "Hogwarts Castle does have a lot of secrets."

Tom pulled out his wand, opened the door carefully and said, "Let's go in." "Yeah, maybe this will be our secret base in the future. I will never tell Caroline and Alphard." Shimaier followed Tom excitedly. .

The room was dimly lit, and it looked like a forgotten utility room filled with many things.

"Strange, I never noticed such a room before." Shimaier looked around curiously and was interested in a pair of iron armor.

"It means this room wasn't here before." Tom also looked at the room, "or it takes a specific time or environment for this room to appear."

"You can go out now," Tom said to Shimare, putting away his wand.

Shimaier's teeth were broken and her fists were clenched. "Am I a tool? I turn my back on people when I find a suitable place. You'd better not sleep too hard tonight!" But she knew that Tom did this. There must be a reason for him, he just said a few words and then pretended to be angry and walked away.

Shimael walked aimlessly in the castle. The Quidditch match seemed to be over. The match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff looked at the color of the colorful flags floating in the sky. It should be that Hufflepuff won this game. One round.

Shimaier stood in the courtyard and looked at the yellow flags in the sky and clapped softly. Victory is always worth celebrating.

Suddenly there was a noisy sound behind him. Shimaier turned around and found a group of Hufflepuff boys surrounding a boy pushing him in front of Shimaier. They were saying "Come on" and "Say yes". You'll confess your feelings after Hufflepuff wins." "Go."

The boy came forward embarrassedly, not even daring to look directly at Shimaier. People around him kept cheering, and Shimaier already knew what was about to happen.

"No," Shimaier said her rejection before the boy opened his mouth.

The boy was stunned, took a deep breath and handed over the pink-wrapped letter in his hand. "You must read it." He looked at Shimaier with sincere eyes.

Everyone around was booing again, and Shimaier was a little annoyed. "You can't like me just because I'm good-looking," she said.

"No, no, I think you're interesting. In fact, I've been observing you all the time," the boy said hurriedly and embarrassedly.

"Then you mean I'm not good-looking?" Shimaier folded his hands and raised his eyebrows, not wanting to take the pink envelope. It just so happened that the lipstick was very dark today, giving off the smell of a bad woman.

The boy was obviously more panicked, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he began to stutter when he spoke, "No, no, I, I mean, I mean, I mean!"

Suddenly he yelled, and a small black snake was biting his ankle. The people around him immediately surrounded the boy.

Shimaier was also startled by the sudden change. This scene was very familiar. It seemed that Lucretia was bitten by a snake here when she was in the first grade.

As if he suddenly sensed something, Shimaier looked upstairs, where Tom was watching everything below with a dark face and a cold look on his face.

In the flash of lightning, their eyes met.

Shimael lip-synced to Tom, and no one paid attention to them, no one knew what they said.

It took a lot of effort to pull the little black snake off the boy's leg. Before they had time to deal with the snake, they rushed the boy to the hospital wing.

The snake didn't take advantage of the chaos to slip away, but slipped to Shimaier's feet and wrapped itself around her calf.

Shimaier was not afraid. She knew that the snake would not hurt her.

Because Tom Riddle wouldn't hurt Shimael.