HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

The fifth grade begins with an owl bringing Tom a prefect's badge.

Shimaier picked up the sparkling badge and said, "It's awesome." The badge was indeed very beautifully made and beautiful.

Obviously it was expected that Tom would become a prefect. He just sat calmly on the chair and watched Shimaier look at the badge curiously, and somehow he pulled Shimaier to sit on his lap.

Shimael was startled by such an action, even though they had already completed their union to some extent.

"You are so proactive," Shimaier joked. She looked at Tom's handsome face and said. Tom seemed to have noticed Shimaier's fascination with his own skin and covered Shimaier's eyes with his hands.

"Don't look, I don't like my face." Tom said bluntly.

"But you can use it. I often use my face." Shimaier took Tom's hands off his eyes and said seriously, "I use my face to pretend to be pitiful and ask Caroline to put it on my face." Copy her paper for me."

Shimaier spread out Tom's palm again and put the prefect's badge in Tom's hand. "Keep it well, dear prefect."

"You will too" Tom held the badge tightly.

"Me?" Shimeier said in surprise. "You know my situation Tom, unless Professor Horn is crazy."

"There must be two prefects, a boy and a girl. You are the only girl in our Slytherin class." Tom put the badge away.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another owl outside the window gently hitting the glass with its beak.

A snow-white owl was standing on the window edge with a small bag in its mouth.

Shimaier took off the small bag and found that it contained a shiny silver prefect badge.

"I can't do it well," Shimaier said, looking at the badge on his hand. "Is Professor Horn so old that he was confused and let me do it?"

Tom looked at Shimaier and said, "At least your spells and history of magic are at an advanced level."

"That's right." Shimaier avoided this topic every time because she didn't want to reveal too many clues.

When going to Diagon Alley, Tom and Shimer still separated in front of Knockturn Alley, but this time unexpectedly Tom asked, "Do you want to go together?" Although it sounded like a question, it was said in a declarative tone.

"No." Shimael remembered that Alphard and Caroline were still waiting for him, and the group of people waiting for Tom in the alley didn't like him either. "That's your world."

"If you want it, it will be yours." Tom stared into Shimaier's eyes. His eyes had a unique penetrating power that made Shimaier feel like his soul was being penetrated by him.

Shimaier was leaning against the wall at the entrance of Knockturn Alley. Outside was a bustling crowd and inside was a quiet dark alley. Tom slowly approached Shimaier and their bodies gradually got closer.

"Riddle." A voice interrupted the strange and ambiguous atmosphere. It was Elas. "Abby and everyone are waiting for you." He said calmly, his cold eyes always looking at Tom.

"Bye, bye, go quickly, see you Tom, see you Ellas." After saying that, Shimaier slipped out from under Tom's arm and blended into the crowd, not caring about what was happening behind him.

By the time she arrived at the appointment with Caroline and Alphard, she was already late.

"I knew it," Caroline said, eating lemon ice cream. "I'm used to it."

"What do you know?" Shimaier asked.

"I understand," Caroline said. Alphard handed the remaining lemon ice cream to Shimaier, "Eat it quickly, today's sale is buy two, get one free."

Shimaier saw the prefect badge on Caroline's chest and said, "You are also a prefect."

"Well, I guess why you say that is because you are too," Caroline said, "After all, you are the only girl."

"Yes, I think this position should not be set up at all." Shimaier bit down a piece of ice cream and said, "I don't know what he thinks."

"Then why don't you put it on?" Alphard asked.

"It's so shameful. It's so shameful that virtue is not worthy of the title." Shimaier said with a painful expression. "When I think about the jokes that will happen in the future, I get really annoyed."

"Perhaps you won't be annoyed until school starts, because the prefects have their own exclusive carriages, and you group of prefects have to be together," Alphard said.

"Ah, aren't you lonely? I think you need someone to accompany you. It's really better for me to accompany you." Shimaier felt irritated when he heard that he had to sit in a box with a group of unfamiliar people. A stick of lemon ice cream will do the trick.

"That's not necessary. I really look forward to you sharing a box with them." Alphard smiled mischievously. "I have already asked Caroline to tell me."

So on the Hogwarts Express, Semmel sat between Tom and Caroline as if his whole body was covered with prickly heat and fleas.

"Remember our password and escort us at any time." Shimaier whispered and as soon as his voice fell, a group of people entered the box. Without exception, they all wore the badge of the prefect on the chest of their robes.

Shimaier buried his head behind a book, even though the distance between his eyes and the book was too close to see anything, he didn't want to listen to them, unless the people in this carriage were all funny.

After a while, Professor Slughorn came. People around him kept saying hello to him. Shimaier also said hello casually, thinking that Professor Horne would pass him by saying hello casually. After all, he was sitting next to him. The two students he loved the most, but at the end, Professor Horn called Shimaier out alone.

"Congratulations on becoming a prefect," Slughorn and Shimeier said as they came to the aisle outside the box door.

"Ah, thank you," Shimaier said awkwardly. She couldn't believe that Professor Horn would waste his saliva on celebrating her becoming a prefect.

"You know Shimaier, I also recognize your achievements in school, but I just said that maybe the position of prefect is more demanding." Professor Horn pretended to be relaxed and patted Shimaier on the shoulder.

Shimaier thought to himself: Should he revoke his identity? yesyes! Say that quickly!

But Professor Horn's tone changed and he pretended to be mysterious and said, "Actually, I also thought about having only one prefect this year, but Professor Dumbledore asked me to give you a chance. You know that he and I are Old friend, I’m not saying that I gave you this opportunity because I’m his old friend, I fully recognize your ability.”

Professor Horn was very good at playing both sides of the story, so much so that Shimaier couldn't help but say "So?" after listening to it for a long time.

"So I'm afraid that you won't be able to balance your studies and work. Leave the important things to Tom, and you can study next to him. I fully recognize your ability Shimaier, but I think your progress in Potions class is It can be bigger, after all, I also hope to see you in Potions class again after the owls exam."

Although the last sentence was completely polite, Shimaier was also very happy because she knew that she was just a prefect in name. After saying goodbye to Professor Horn, she happily jumped back to the box, completely different from the way she had just been covered with fleas. It’s different, I feel relaxed.

But there is still a doubt in his heart, why Dumbledore wants to speak for himself, it will not do him any good.

Shimaier thought it would be better not to let others, especially Tom, know about this question.

She knew about Tom and Dumbledore's relationship and that they were rivals.

As soon as they enter fifth grade, they are bound by OWS. The teacher in every class constantly repeats the importance of this exam, which is related to their future choices and life development direction.

"Copy it for me." In the lounge after dinner, Shimeier generously extended his hand to Tom, "Let me learn from your herbal medicine class paper."

"You don't understand, let me tell you." Tom approached Shimaier, picked up Shimaier's parchment with his ringed hand, and looked very close to him.

Uncontrollably, Shimaier kissed her and quickly let go.

"I saw a mosquito next to your face" is a bad excuse.

Before Tom could say anything else, Lestrange rushed out of the dormitory and put on his coat while running, "It's too late, Riddle, let's go quickly."

"Where are you going?" Shimaier asked.

"Slug Club" Tom replied, and he took out the herbal medicine class paper from his stack of books and handed it to Shimaier. "Wait until I come back."

After saying that, he left the common room with Lestrange, Avery and others.

Shimaier immediately sat on the chair and started copying. Why didn't she ask Caroline to copy? Because Caroline's homework has been taken over by Alphard.

"You always have sex for nothing," Alphard said. "Caroline said you should pay more attention to Tom."

"I don't care about him? Do you know that we have already forgotten it? Why do you care about Caroline if you are not always copying her homework?" Shimaier almost said something he shouldn't have said and quickly changed the subject. .

"Of course," Alphard blushed, "but our method shouldn't be applicable to Tom."

"Then I'll wait for him and go back to the lounge together." Shimaier quickly began to learn from it. "It's very tiring to learn from it. You have to make sure it's correct, and you have to make sure not to be discovered."

When it was time to finish her homework and it was almost time to turn off the lights, Shimaier sneaked out of the common room, which was already a familiar routine for her.

She knew that the Slug Club usually held its meetings in Professor Horn's office, so she walked directly there.

It was already late, and the empty corridor was extremely quiet with no one around. Suddenly, a burst of loud and small sobs came from the branching intersection in front.

Shimaier carefully looked towards the corridor on the left. A figure with twin tails was squatting on the ground and sobbing. It was already late autumn, but she was still squatting on the ground with bare feet.

"Hi" Shimaier walked over, "What's wrong with you?"

Myrtle is no longer as excited to see her as she used to be. She now has more of a resentful feeling. "My shoes are whining, Crying Myrtle, you shouldn't wear shoes!" she cried. While shouting this sentence angrily.

Shimaier was shocked by the change in Myrtle's personality, and she also realized that 80 years on campus had changed Myrtle too much.

"You came to see my joke, right?" Myrtle suddenly turned to Shimael in a sad and mean tone, "Everyone says we are similar? How similar? You have friends, even Riddle is your friend, I ?I'm just a Moaning Myrtle oohoo!" She cried even louder, her wails echoing throughout the hallway.

Shimaier was a little angry. She was not the one who caused this result, but she still stretched out her hand and said, "The shoes are flying." The shoes hidden on the top of the chandelier flew to Shimaier's hand in an instant.

"Here you go, I'm leaving." Shimaier stuffed the shoes into Myrtle's arms. She suddenly seemed to be frightened. "I don't want it! I don't want it! I don't need you to pretend to be kind here!"

Shimaier felt very irritable, threw down his shoes and continued walking to Professor Horn's office.

It was obvious that a lot of time had been wasted when she was pulling with Myrtle. When she arrived at the door of Professor Horne's office, a group of people were coming out. Shimaier quickly hid behind the stone pillar and wanted to see Tom when he jumped out and scared her. he.

But when everyone finished walking, Tom was not seen, and the corridor became quiet again. Shimaier slipped to the door. There was a window on the door for people inside to see who was inside. She opened the wooden board on the window, Saw Tom and Professor Horn standing by the fire.

Tom is a person who is open to learning, and he might be asking for advice, Shimaier thought.

Tom

"Sir, I want to ask you something."

"Then ask quickly, child, ask quickly..."

"Sir, I would like to ask you if you know...horcruxes."

Shimaier peered through the small window, his eyes slightly opened, as if he had glimpsed some unspeakable secret.

She saw Professor Slughorn stunned for a moment and asked Tom if it was a Defense Against the Dark Arts subject, but Tom denied it.

"Well...yeah...it's hard to find a book in Hogwarts that introduces Horcruxes in detail, Tom. They are very evil things, very evil." Slughorn said a little embarrassed.

"But you obviously understand, sir. I mean, a wizard like you - I'm sorry, I mean, if you can't tell me, obviously - I just know that if anyone can tell me, it's you - so I just want to ask-"

"Of course, it won't hurt to give you a brief introduction, just so you can understand the term. A Horcrux is an object that contains part of a person's soul."

"But I don't quite understand what's going on, sir." Riddle continued to ask in a cautious tone.

"That is, you split your soul," said Slughorn, "and hide part of it in some object outside your body. That way, even if your body is attacked or destroyed, you cannot die. Because there's still a part of the soul left in the world, unharmed. But, of course, in this form... few people want that, Tom, very few. It would be nicer to die."

Shimaier looked at Tom's back, madness surging in the darkness, it was clear that Tom wanted to know more.

So he asked, "How to split the soul?"

"Oh," said Slughorn uneasily, "you must understand that the soul is supposed to remain whole. To split it is a violation, it is against nature."

"But how to split?"

"By an act of evil—the most evil of all, by murder. Killing people splits the soul, and wizards who want to make Horcruxes take advantage of this destruction: to seal the fragments of the split soul—"

Thinking of killing, Shimeier recalled that they went to Riddle House during the summer vacation, where Tom had three more lives on his hands.

"Sealed? But how-?"

"There's a spell, don't ask me, I don't know it!" Slughorn shook his head like an old elephant bitten by mosquitoes. "Do I look like I tried it - do I look like a murderer? "

"No, sir, of course not," Riddle said hastily, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend..."

Shimaier was sure that Tom knew all this information so far, and that other things he wanted to know had not yet been discovered.

"Where, no offense," said Slughorn gruffly, "it's normal to be a little curious about these things... talented wizards are always attracted to the side of magic..."

"Yes, sir," said Tom, "but what I don't understand is - just out of curiosity, what I want to ask is, is a Horcrux useful? Can the soul only be divided once? Is it okay to divide into more pieces? Better, makes you stronger? For example, isn’t seven the most magical number? Seven—?”

Instinct told Shimaier that this was what Tom really wanted to know.

"My God, Tom!" cried Slughorn, "seven! Isn't it evil enough to try to kill a man? Anyway... splitting the soul is evil enough... and splitting into seven pieces..."

Slughorn looked very uneasy now, and the anxious atmosphere in the room made the peeking Semmel swallow.

"Of course," he whispered, "we're talking about hypotheses, aren't we? Just academic..."

"Yes, sir, of course," Tom said immediately.

"But, Tom... what I'm talking about - what we're talking about, don't talk about it. People won't like it if they know we talked about Horcruxes. It's forbidden at Hogwarts, you know... Dumbledore in particular was fierce..."

"I won't tell, sir." Tom said and left. After all, he already knew what he wanted to know most.

As soon as he opened the door, he found Shimaier standing outside. Tom's face showed a little surprise, but he quickly closed the door and ran towards the observatory with Shimaier.

"Have you seen it all?" Tom asked Shimeier, holding on to the railing of the observatory.

"Yeah." Shimaier knew that he couldn't hide it from Tom, so he might as well admit it openly.

Tom was silent for a while, looking at Shimaier with his eyes. "You know my wish, Shimaier."

"Eternal life." Shimaier said, this is Tom's goal before, now and in the future.

"I have been working hard for this, Shimaier." Tom said, "You know, people like me cannot be born with this ability, and it is important to make up for it the day after tomorrow." He said tentatively.

"So, you found this method for Horcruxes." Shimaier continued without realizing it.

Tom smiled "Yes, so you will support me."

Shimaier nodded, knowing that even her objections would be useless.

"It seems I was right." Tom raised the hand with the ring on it. "It will become my Horcrux."

Suddenly he stopped, turned around and asked Shimaier, "Will you accompany me?"

Shimaier nodded.

"Really?"

"Really." Shimaier pointed to the sky with his finger. "Have you seen the stars and the moon? Sometimes the dark clouds cover the stars, and sometimes they cover the moon, but they are always there."

"Yeah," Tom whispered, stroking his ring.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and no one knew the meaning of Tom's words. Maybe some things had no meaning in the first place.

"Your first Horcrux." Shimaier said, looking at the ring.

Tom didn't speak. He held his wand and chanted an ancient and mysterious spell to the ring. Shimael thought it sounded familiar.

But I can't remember where I heard it. Maybe I had the same experience during my long journey.