HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

In the next two months, Shimaier continued to send his feelings to the diary, but there were very few responses from the diary.

But it might also have something to do with Tom's growing gloominess.

Although he is still an excellent and talented Riddle when facing professors and classmates, Shimaier still clearly feels that he is more passionate than when he first came to Hogwarts to find his own life experience. It's different. He reads those books less and less, and he hasn't read them at all recently.

Shimaier was a little worried about him, so he squatted in the library waiting for Tom to appear - now he was alone only when he was in the library.

Shimaier pretended to be looking for books, but actually walked between the bookshelves. She had been doing this strange behavior for a long time, so that the librarian often stared at her, as if she could just make a sound from Shimaier. It's like it was blasted out.

After searching for a long time, Shimeier finally found Tom. He was putting a book back on the bookshelf, looking lonely.

"Tom, come with me." When Shimeier saw Tom, she dragged her outside directly before the librarian could make trouble for her, and Tom followed her out without any resistance.

They walked through the crowd for a long time and wound up the long stairs to the observatory. Shimaier cast a locking spell on the door, then pulled Tom to sit on the railing, and asked straight to the point, "Tom, why are you unhappy?"

Tom raised his eyes and glanced at Shimaier, then lowered his eyes. This look was like Tom's vulnerability that Shimeier had never seen before.

"I can't find it," Tom said solemnly, "I can't find anything about the Riddle family in the wizard's books, not even a person with this surname."

"But you are still an excellent wizard." Shimaier folded a paper airplane and flew out.

"The last name is just a code name, it does not define or represent anything. Or maybe you are looking in the wrong direction? Maybe your father is called Riddle, but your magic talent was inherited from your mother. "

"Impossible, if my mother had magic, why didn't she save herself when she died, and why did she die so easily, just like a Muggle." Tom was a little excited, clenching his fists, and even the railings were a little twisted.

"Maybe death is a very powerful thing? Everyone will die. Your mother may think it is inevitable," Shimaier said cautiously.

"No, no one would want to die. How could she give up her life on her own? She is a wizard."

"I don't know either." Shimaier didn't know how to comfort Tom. Shimaier couldn't accept the sense of gap when he tried hard to find the truth but found that he was even heading in the wrong direction.

"Death is something that only weak people will compromise on." Tom moved his gaze from the sky to Shimaier, "And I will never compromise."

"It's normal to be afraid of death. Everyone is afraid of something. For example, I don't dare to ride a broomstick." Shimaier's legs swayed in the air. "I'm not afraid of heights, and I'm not afraid of flying either. I just want to fly." Safety rests on a piece of wood, I can’t do it, it will be great when we can fly by ourselves.”

"Everything will be solved. The previous problems have not been solved. It is just a problem of the ability of the people before." Tom Riddle's face turned red with excitement again. "Yes, I want to do it."

To achieve eternal life?

Can it really be done?

Shimael and Tom stayed at the observatory for a long time. She used many pieces of paper to fold different styles of airplanes, and competed with Tom to see who could fly farther.

She looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance and said, "Tom, have you been to the Forbidden Forest?"

Tom didn't answer Shimeier, but used a magic wand to cast a spell on the paper airplane so that the airplane could fly in the air longer.

Shimaier knew that he had probably been there before, and Tom had many unknown secrets. "Is it fun?"

"There's a lot in there," was all Tom said.

"Why don't you take me there?" Shimaier put his hands on his hips and deliberately changed the subject. "And why don't you write a diary? I write every day. Did you see it?"

"I looked," said Tom.

"Wow, you actually read it! Well, I have to go back and write 5000 words tonight!" Shimaier's mood suddenly improved, and she didn't even care whether Tom had lied to her about it.

They stayed at the observatory until very late, and when they went back, the lounge was already empty. Tom did not go back to the room, but started writing something on the parchment.

Shimaier saw that Tom would not leave, so she stayed in the lounge to watch the fish.

Tom stopped writing and became more and more excited. Suddenly he saw Shimeier still there, and asked as if he had just discovered her, "Why don't you leave?"

"I'll wait for you," Shimaier said nonchalantly. It would be too lonely to leave Tom alone in the lounge.

Tom didn't care about her, and he probably knew he couldn't.

Shimeier sat across from Tom and watched him write. When he got bored, he took a quill and a piece of parchment in the common room and started writing, but he only wrote about trivial things, such as what was delicious, what Add what tastes better, and also say that you must go to the Forbidden Forest and swim in the Black Lake.

Shimaier became more and more sleepy, and she didn’t even know when she fell asleep. When she woke up again, Tom had left, and she was not wearing Tom’s wizard robe. “I really don’t know how to cherish the beauty, and it’s not romantic at all. ." Shimaier cursed in disappointment.

"Are you awake?" Tom came in from outside the lounge. He must have been out.

Shimael didn't bother to look at him. "What else? Are you dead? If you freeze to death, shock will spread throughout Hogwarts tomorrow, and a female body will be discovered in the Slytherin common room."

"I think that as a wizard, you should use wizard methods to solve the problem of cold and heat, instead of relying on robes like Muggles." Tom held several books in his hands, and the dark covers exuded a rotten atmosphere.

Without waiting for Shimaier's reaction, he entered the room.

Shimaier looked at the clock and saw that it was only six o'clock. It was neither too early nor too late. Hogwarts' teaching schedule was that classes would start at nine o'clock.

So she planned to go out for a wander.

Hogwarts was a different scene in the early morning. Shimaier was walking on the way to the Black Lake. She didn't meet anyone except some ghosts along the way.

When we arrived at the Black Lake, the sun had just risen, and Shimaier leaned under a tree and blew in the morning breeze with his eyes closed.

"Good morning, Miss Shimeier." A voice suddenly startled Shimeier. She opened her eyes and found that it was Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore." Shimeier nodded to him, "You're so early too? You won't put me in confinement, right? It's morning now, so it shouldn't be considered curfew time, right?"

Professor Dumbledore was also sitting casually on the grass, and Shimeier quickly moved to the side to make way for him.

"Don't be so nervous, Shimare." Dumbledore smiled, "Are you happy to come to Hogwarts?"

"Happy or not?" Shimaier fiddled with the wild flowers on the ground. "There are good people and bad people."

"What about your friend?" Dumbledore conjured up a pack of Bibi's multi-flavor beans, picked out a yellow one and gave it to Shimael, which was orange flavored.

"Are you talking about Caroline and Alphard? They are very good." Shimaier realized that Dumbledore came to see him specifically, probably because of Tom.

"Yes, yes, they are all kind, even the boy from the Black family. But you know that's not what I'm talking about." Dumbledore looked at Shimaier carefully through the glasses, "You are different from that child."

"I don't understand what you are talking about, professor." Shimaier still smiled. "Who are you talking about?"

"Tom Riddle." Dumbledore did not follow Shimaier in circles, which made Shimaier's smile feel a little embarrassed.

"Tom is a very talented wizard and will become a very good wizard in the future." Shimaier thought he answered very well.

"He is indeed the most talented student in magic that I have ever seen, but such excellence is also very dangerous. Can Shimaier tell me about his daily life in the orphanage?" Dumbledore still asked patiently.

"I'm not very sure, Professor." Shimaier sighed and smiled again, "I also went to the orphanage not long ago before you. I really don't understand what happened before, at least in my opinion, Tom is an enthusiastic person, and I believe other classmates and professors think so.”

Dumbledore also ate a Bibi's multi-flavored bean. I don't know if he tasted a strange smell. Anyway, he took a moment and said, "Then where were you before you arrived at the orphanage?"

Shimaier is a little speechless. Could you please stop digging a hole for her just because you can't get any words out of her mouth? But she quickly regained her composure and said, "Oh, I wandered here from the East. I also told the dean about this."

Dumbledore said nothing, just nodded. The two of them just sat motionless, watching the sun come out and the morning breeze blowing. Shimael didn't feel embarrassed anymore. After all, it was easier for her to be embarrassed when talking to Dumbledore.

After a long time, Dumbledore stood up first. "Miss Shimeier, you can go to the auditorium. I think you can catch the first batch of hot meals." "Oh, okay." Shimeier also stood up quickly. , patted the grass on his body, and walked towards the castle with Dumbledore.

In the grass, a small snake also slithered towards the castle.