HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

Today is Shimaier’s birthday. In the past, birthdays didn’t matter to her, but today she decided to accomplish something special.

The recent depressed mood and the insecure and nervous atmosphere at Hogwarts have made Shimaier's nerves highly tense. She thought that only Tom could help her.

Heavy curtains were hung on several pipes that dropped from the ceiling in the Room of Requirement. Under the dim light, Shimeier repaired the antique record player, put on a weird song, and began to circle around the room one after another. Piles of clutter dancing.

Shimaier did not wear a wizard's robe, only a shirt and skirt, and her tie was tied loosely, because she thought it would be troublesome to wear a robe today.

The door opened from the outside, and Shimaier, who was dancing the cha-cha, turned around and turned off the music. He raised his hips and sat on the chair with the record player, his hair unkempt.

What Tom saw when he came in was this scene.

"I'm really curious about how you practice black magic." Shimaier picked up a record and fanned himself, "Don't you want to blow this place to pieces?"

"When I want to practice black magic, this will become a training room." Tom walked to Shimaier. "It's a very magical room."

Shimaier directly put his index finger on Tom's lips and looked at Tom without saying a word. Unlike the past, which was somewhat funny, this time the air was filled with unknown emotions.

Shimaier, who had just finished dancing, still had a little sweat on his forehead. The top two buttons of his shirt were not buttoned properly, revealing a butterfly necklace and

Tom's eyes gradually darkened, and he had a look he had never seen before.

Just as he was about to speak, Shimaier put his index finger directly on the tip of Tom's tongue, "Shh, don't say any more unnecessary words."

Then the index finger moved to Tom's chin, hooking Tom to Shimaier's lips.

Different from the previous close contact, this time it was a bit of venting, biting the lip. Tom also hugged Shimaier's waist, and the surrounding air gradually heated up during the deep kiss.

"I will answer all your questions." Shimaier looked at Tom around his neck, like a stargazer observing the stars.

Then the index finger came to Tom's heart again and poked it, "Next, you are not allowed to be unsure."

Tom's Adam's apple rolled, and his body felt hot unconsciously.

He would not tell Shimael that this scene had appeared in his dream.

And now he seems to be entering the dream step by step.

Without too much dealing, Tom quickly accepted the reality and quickly approached Shimaier. Shimaier was caught off guard and fell on the table. The record player that had just been repaired was pushed to the ground again. It seemed that there was no There is no possibility of it being repaired again.

This distance makes Shimaier feel a little suffocated, but he also enjoys the crowding.

"I'm very happy with you."

Maybe Tom doesn't know love, but he knows greed. Once in contact, you no longer settle for just a taste, but clearly find that you want to have more.

The air is so hot that even the soul is starting to float. Shimaier should be thankful that the sound insulation here is very good.

Tom was now in the shadow, now in the light, no distinction between light and dark.

In the chaos, I don't know whose lips were captured first, and no one is willing to admit that they are helpless.

They fit together, and their bodies resonate so harmoniously.

Shimaier didn't care that Tom was the future Voldemort.

"You are you and Tom is Tom."

The intimacy at this time was enough to make them forget that there were too many secrets between them that could not be told.

"Shimaier, raise your head." Tom's ghostly voice came and went. "Look at the stars, look at me."

Sweetness is the imprint on each other's bodies, and the warm hands are moving gently.

Shimaier thought that she would always remember this moment.

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It wasn't until the curtain covering the Mirror of Erised was inadvertently pulled down by Shimael, and she glanced hastily that she realized that Tom's eyes were just as confused and bewildered as her own.

The Mirror of Erised will see the most urgent and strongest desires in a person's heart, but Shimael cannot see clearly in his current position.

The ring on the hand around Tom's neck also glowed strangely with the frequency.

Shimael will never know what Riddle saw in the Mirror of Erised, and Riddle will never tell her. This will be the deepest secret in Riddle's heart.