HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

"Why haven't the people from Hogwarts come yet?" It was already mid-July. Shimael and Tom were a little familiar. Although he knew that Tom was learning about the magical world through himself, it didn't matter. He should have known.

"Don't worry, the owl hasn't come yet." Shimaier said. She put the ring on her hand in the sun and looked at it.

Now it's pure white. This is her time travel device. If it turns completely red, it will instantly escape this time and space.

"What's that?" Tom noticed the ring.

"Oh, this is the most precious thing my family gave me." Shimaier put the ring on her thumb. Now she was so small that only her thumb could hold the ring firmly. She is afraid that Tom is interested in the ring, which is her secret.

Tom looked at it twice and then looked away, muttering, "That's great, you still have something to take as a souvenir."

"What?" Shimaier didn't hear clearly, more because he didn't believe what he heard.

In fact, Shimaier also noticed some changes in Tom after spending some time with him. At least sometimes he became like a normal child.

"Nothing." Tom went back to fiddling with the contents of his box. Shimaier saw a few more gadgets in the box.

"Tom, can you take me with you when you do anything in the future?" Shimaier asked tentatively.

"Why." Tom closed the lid of the box and pushed it to the innermost part of the table. On the box was a painting, a landscape of waves washing against the rocks.

"Well, I also want to collect treasures, and you seem to know a lot of fun places." Shimaier said cautiously.

Tom's expression changed, and he put the box back in the closet, then turned to Shimaier and said with a cold face, "These are not treasures that I collect. They may be other people's treasures, but they are just garbage here. As for you, they are not treasures." "It's a fun place." Tom twitched his lips and said, "It is indeed a fun place for me."

Shimaier didn't know how to answer. She probably knew that those things did not belong to Tom, but were just his "trophies" in the orphanage. However, she had never experienced Tom being bullied by the children in the orphanage, because she had been with Tom since she came here. As she got closer, everyone felt that she was a freak and would not provoke her.

An awkward atmosphere spread between the two of them.

Suddenly, an owl slammed against the window.

The two of them seemed to be awakened instantly. Shimaier saw clearly the envelope in the owl's mouth and said excitedly, "Tom! Your letter is here!" Tom was by the window, and he immediately opened the window to let the owl Flying in, Shimaier could see that he was also a little impatient.

After the owl came in, he stood obediently on the window sill, holding the Hogwarts admission notice in his mouth, blinking at the two people in front of him.

"Oh, it's so cute. Maybe it wants to drink water." Shimaier held some water in the water cup and gave it to the owl. The owl put the letter on the table and happily pecked at the water in Shimaier's hand. After drinking the water, it turned around and flew away.

Tom touched the letter and suddenly realized what it said, "Why is there only one letter? Where's yours?"

How could it be mine, idiot. Although Shimaier thought so in his heart, he still said, "Oh, maybe I, well, I have been forgotten. You know I am a small person and not worth mentioning, but it's okay, I still have a chance."

"What chance?" Tom frowned and said a little angrily, "You promised to go to Hogwarts with me."

"I will, I will, trust me Tom."

Suddenly Shimaier saw someone walking in the yard, a man with a beard and long hair. She recognized that man as the young Dumbledore! She had seen it in a book.

Shimaier said quickly, "Tom, just tell the person who wants to take you away later that there is a girl here who can do magic. I will listen nearby and I will come out when the time comes."

Tom's slightly disappointed and angry face improved a little, and he threatened Shimaier fiercely, "You better be."

Shimaier knew that this was not a real threat and rubbed his head, but he seemed to be frightened.

I heard the sound of conversation on the stairs. It was the dean's wife talking. Shimaier quickly ran back to his room, while Tom straightened his hair, holding the letter in his hand, and sat nervously on the chair.

"Hello, Tom." Dumbledore said, stepped forward and held out his hand.

"Hello." Tom said politely. Shimaier pressed her ears tightly against the wall and listened. She couldn't help but feel happy when she heard Tom's answer. At least he listened to her words and didn't feel prickly.

Dumbledore pulled up a chair and sat next to Tom and said, "I am Professor Dumbledore." As if he suddenly saw the letter in his hand, he said, "It seems that the owl is faster than me."

"Yes sir, I just received this letter. This is the first time I have received a letter, but I haven't checked the contents yet." Tom said politely, put the letter on the table and carefully Wrinkles are smoothed.

"It's okay kid, this is an admission letter. Hogwarts is a school specially opened for people with special talents, a magic school." Dumbledore looked at him, more closely.

"Magic?" Tom repeated softly.

"Not bad," said Dumbledore. "Yes, that's right. I realized very early that I was different from other children, so the dean hated me because I have all kinds of abilities." Tom said in a low voice, trying to make his voice as calm as possible But the inner fluctuations made his face turn red and he was a little over-excited.

"What kind of skills do you have?" Dumbledore said, ignoring Tom's words to exonerate himself.

But Tom didn't care, and said a little proudly, "I can make things move without touching them with my hands. I can make animals listen to me without training them." And whoever he wants to be unlucky will be unlucky. He restrained himself from saying this. Excessive self-exposure is not a good thing.

"I have known for a long time that I am different. Sir." His hands were shaking a little uncontrollably, maybe he was too excited.

"Yes, your idea is correct." Dumbledore said. He stopped smiling and looked at Riddle intently, "You are a wizard."

"Yes, I am a wizard, so are you." Tom looked at the man in front of him. "Yes," said Dumbledore.

"Can you prove it to me?" Tom said immediately, a little impatiently. "Well, the dean's wife hates me. I need to know if this is a trick of hers, because she can use this reason to send me to the lunatic asylum." .”

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "If, as I understand it, you agree to go to Hogwarts—"

"Of course I agree!" Tom said immediately.

Dumbledore took out his wand from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pointed at the shabby wardrobe in the corner, and waved it casually.

The wardrobe immediately caught fire, and with another wave, the flames disappeared but the wardrobe remained intact.

Tom looked at the wardrobe and then at Dumbledore. Then he pointed at the wand and his expression became greedy. "Sir, where can I get one like this?"

"Every wizard has it," Dumbledore said. "There seems to be something trying to get out of your closet."

Sure enough, there was a faint clicking sound from the closet, and Tom showed a panicked look for the first time.

"Open the door," said Dumbledore.

Tom hesitated, then walked over and flung open the closet door.

There were several pieces of shabby clothes hanging on the clothes rail, and on the top shelf there was a small cardboard box that was shaking constantly and making a rattling sound. There seemed to be a few crazy mice inside. .

"Take it out," Dumbledore said as Tom lifted the swaying trunk down. He seemed overwhelmed.

"Is there something in the box that you shouldn't have?" Dumbledore asked.

For the first time, Tom looked at Dumbledore with a polite look that was not well-behaved. "Yes, I suppose so, sir," he said at last in a dry voice.

"Open it," said Dumbledore.

Tom opened the lid and dumped the contents onto his bed without looking.

It was a pile of ordinary things, including a travel reel, a silver thimble, and a tarnished harmonica. As soon as they left the box, they stopped shaking and lay obediently on the thin blanket, motionless.

"You have to return these things to their owners and apologize to them." Dumbledore said calmly, inserting the wand into his coat pocket. "I will know if you have done it. I also want to warn you: Theft will not be tolerated at Hogwarts."

There was no shame on Tom's face, and he no longer pretended. He still stared at Dumbledore unfriendlyly. Finally, he said in a dry voice: "I understand, sir."

"At Hogwarts," Dumbledore continued, "we teach you not only to use magic, but to control it. You used your magic in that way, I believe unintentionally, but that was our The school will never teach it, and it will never be tolerated. You are not the first, and you will not be the last, to let your magic get out of control. But you should know that students can be expelled from Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic — Yes, there is a Ministry of Magic — and will punish offenders more severely. Every new wizard must accept that once he enters our world, he must obey our laws."

"Got it, sir," Tom said again.

He put the small pile of stolen goods back into the cardboard box. After packing it up, he turned around and said unceremoniously to Dumbledore: "There are two more problems. The first one is that I have no money."

"That's easy to solve." Dumbledore said as he took out a leather purse from his pocket. "Hogwarts has a fund specifically provided to those who need funding to purchase textbooks and school robes. Some of your I’m afraid I can only buy second-hand magic books, but——”

"Where can I buy a magic book?" Tom interrupted Dumbledore, took the money bag without a word of thanks, and was carefully examining a thick gold galleons.

"In Diagon Alley," Dumbledore said. "There are books and a list of school supplies in the envelope. I can help you buy everything-"

"You want to go with me?" Tom asked, raising his head.

"Of course, if you-"

"I don't need you," Tom said. "This involves the second question. There is someone here who knows magic." He said casually, and looked at Dumbledore, hoping to see the surprise on his face. expression.

When things didn't get any worse, Shimaier stepped forward.

In fact, she had been worried since Tom stopped pretending and was waiting at the door, waiting for Tom to mention her.

"It's me, my professor." Shimaier rushed to the two of them, pointed to Dumbledore with his index finger and said, "There is another person who can do magic. It's me. I'm also a wizard. My name is Shimai." Maier.”

Seeing how reckless the little girl in front of him was, Dumbledore smiled and said, "So, you've also proven it to Riddle?"

Shimaier thought about her first encounter with him and said, "Uh, okay, sir, can I go to Hogwarts?"

"Of course." Dumbledore could easily feel the magical aura on Shimael's body. "Are you and Riddle friends?"

Shimaier looked at Tom, and Tom looked out the window as if he didn't care about their conversation. "Of course, we are the same kind of people." Shimaier said.

"Okay, okay, but I have to go back and explain to the school, and take a look at the registration form to see how a little witch was missed." Dumbledore took out another letter from his pocket and spoke with a Baoqian said, "I think you should need them." Shimaier took it and found that the name on the envelope had been changed to his own.

"Yeah, great. I can go to Hogwarts." Shimaier took the notice and walked around happily.

"Do you know much about the magical world? Shimaier." Dumbledore looked at the dancing girl in front of him and asked. Shimaier stopped and said, "Uh, sir, why do you ask that?" She was afraid that she would be exposed. , she actually did not intend to hide the fact that she was a time traveler from Dumbledore, because she knew that Dumbledore was a very smart person, but she would never expose it now.

"Because Riddle seems to know a lot of things in the wizarding world because of you. There has never been a child who grew up in the Muggle world who didn't ask me about things in the wizarding world, unless he already knows a lot. Then Do you know the way to the Leaky Cauldron?" Dumbledore asked Shimare with a smile.

Shimaier looked embarrassed and said, "Well, actually I just came here not long ago. Why don't you ask Tom, he is more familiar with it." Shimaier pointed to Tom who was still looking out the window in a daze.

Thinking that he was really in a daze, I went over and patted him and said, "Hey Tom, Professor Dumbledore wants to see you for something."

Dumbledore told Riddle the exact route from the orphanage to the Leaky Cauldron, and then said: "You will be able to see it, although the Muggles around you - that is, the people who do not understand magic - cannot. Ask about Tom the bartender—it's easy to remember, his name is the same as yours—"

Riddle twitched in annoyance, as if trying to shoo away a pesky fly.

Shimaier noticed the change in his mood and quickly put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Oh, I feel so tired after standing for a long time. Let me lean on you."

Dumbledore gave up the chair, and Shimeier had to put his arms down from Tom, and sat on the chair with an awkward smile. He laughed awkwardly and said, "Hehe, hehe, how embarrassing."

Dumbledore went on to ask Tom, "You don't like the name 'Tom'?"

"Too many people named 'Tom,'" Tom muttered. Then he seemed to have something stuck in his throat, he couldn't spit it out quickly, and then he seemed to blurt out: "Is my father a wizard? They told me his name is also Tom Riddle."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Dumbledore said, his voice gentle.

"My mother can't be magic, otherwise she wouldn't die." Tom didn't seem to be talking to Dumbledore, but more like talking to himself, "It must be my father. Then - I bought everything After that - when will you go to this Hogwarts school?"

"All the details are written on the second piece of parchment in the envelope." Dumbledore said. "You set off from King's Cross Station on September 1st. There is also a train ticket in the envelope. Of course, yours is also included." Dumbledore said. Bumbledore looked at Shimaier, who made an OK gesture to Dumbledore.

Riddle nodded. Dumbledore stood up and held out his hand again.

Riddle shook hands and said, "I can talk to snakes. I found out when we were hiking in the countryside - they came to me and whispered to me. Is this normal for a wizard? At least, I didn't listen. She said this." Of course she was referring to Shimaier. At this time, Shimaier was sitting on a chair and tearing off the dead skin on his fingers. Of course, he also listened to them with his ears pricked up.

"Rare," Dumbledore said after a moment's hesitation, "but not unheard of." His tone was casual, but his eyes were looking at Tom's face curiously.

The two stood for a moment, man and boy, staring at each other. Then the two let go and Dumbledore walked to the door.

"Goodbye, Tom. Goodbye, Shimare. I'll see you at Hogwarts."

"Bye" Shimaier waved his arms vigorously, while Tom stood silent.

After Shimael watched Dumbledore disapparate with his own eyes, he said to Tom, "Tom, you are a Parselmouth."

"Because I can talk to snakes?" Tom said as he carefully tore open the envelope.

"Well, there are very few people like this. You must be the most special among the freshmen. But why do you speak to Professor Dumbledore like that." Shimaier also opened his envelope and read it.

"He won't like me. He has seen through me. There is no point in continuing to pretend." Tom quickly read the envelopes and packed them neatly.