HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

Ever since the kiss in front of the glass window, licking lips has become Shimaier's favorite action. Every time he licks his lips, it seems that he can still taste the butterbeer flavor left behind by Tom.

Shimer was sure Tom was drunk, because the next day Tom pretended nothing had happened.

But if Shimeier pays more attention, she will find that Tom's eyes are always looking at her when she licks her lips.

But Tom always quickly looked away and continued talking to Avery about something.

So the two of them just pretended that nothing happened. Except that Shimaier had the habit of licking his lips, nothing else changed.

It's just that Caroline and Alphard found that Shimaier had been taking the herbal medicine class a lot more seriously recently, and sometimes even took the initiative to drag them to the library to read books about herbal medicine.

"It's strange," Caroline exclaimed, "Does the sun come out from the west?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the medical wing instead of the library. Don't torture yourself by fighting fire with fire." Alphard has become more and more venomous recently, completely losing the subtlety of the first grade. Shimaier thinks this is Carlo Lin taught him.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don't understand, what is romance?" Shimaier ignored their chirping concerns and pulled out a book "Magical Aquatic Creatures and Characteristics of Highland Lakes" from the bookshelf.

"Haha, I just said that I seemed to have read this book somewhere. I was there when Beaumont Marchbanks (the author of this book) published it." Shimaier held up "Highland Lakes" "Amazing Aquatic Creatures and Their Properties" said.

"You really should go see it, Shimael, before it's too late," Alphard said. "Marchbanks has been dead for a long time."

Shimaier realized that he had made a mistake and said quickly, "Yes, I may not have sobered up from the butterbeer they brought back last time."

"I've finished reading that book. To be honest, if you want to learn a real herbal medicine class, I would recommend another book." A voice came. Shimaier turned around and found that he had met her in the girls' bathroom on the second floor when school started. that girl.

"Myrtle?" Shimaier called her name uncertainly.

Unexpectedly, Myrtle suddenly became excited, "You still remember my name! Oh my god!"

Myrtle rushed up and held Shimaier's hand. "Do you consider me a friend?" Her round eyes stared directly at Shimaier through the lenses, her face flushed with excitement.

Shimael was startled by her actions. She kept gesturing with her eyes to Caroline and Alphard to help her escape, but they were also frightened by Myrtle's enthusiasm.

"Myrtle is looking for friends again."

"Myrtle has no friends."

Behind them came the ridicule of several junior students. Myrtle's face instantly turned ugly, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down.

She broke down and ran out of the library crying. The librarian frowned at her in disgust.

"Oh my god, why do I feel like she's crazier than me?" Shimaier didn't have time to respond to all this, it was so shocking to her.

Caroline calmed down, "No, at least you're not annoying." Caroline still rarely commented on a person like this. "To be honest, I don't really like emotionally fragile people, even if I heard she is very smart." She It means Myrtle.

Shimaier stopped the lower grade students and saw that the school robe was from Ravenclaw and Myrtle was a classmate, "Why do you hate her so much?"

Several lower grade students still didn't dare to make a mistake in front of their third grade seniors. They hurriedly said, "Who would like the ugly, miserable, and painful Myrtle?" and ran out of the library.

"That's too much." Alphard commented as he looked at the backs of several students running out. "Although I can't understand why Myrtle's mood changes so much, it can't be like this."

"This is very common, not just in Hogwarts." Shimaier continued to focus on "Magical Aquatic Creatures and Characteristics of Highland Lakes". She was now focused on finding the thing she needed.

When the Stealing Club met again at the Black Lake, Shimaier always fished again and again at the Black Lake, and finally put a ball of sticky seaweed into a glass bottle.

Shimaier looked at the gillweed with satisfaction, wiped his hands casually on his robe, and sat down next to Caroline and Alphard to eat.

"You've been really obsessed with herbal medicine lately." Alphard scooped up a dollop of chocolate ice cream and said, "What are your plans?"

"The secret of romance," Shimaier said with a mysterious smile, and she couldn't help laughing when she thought of that plan.

Shimael had never been so concerned about when the Quidditch match would start. She almost counted the days on the calendar.

The day before the Quidditch match, Schimmel wrote in his diary, "Tom, I won't go to the Quidditch match tomorrow, so you will stay in the common room."

Without waiting for the other party's answer, Shimaier closed her notebook, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and rolled on the bed. After rolling for a while, she stopped and looked at the gill grass on the bedside table, and laughed strangely and started rolling again. .

On the day of the Quidditch match, Shimaier did not go to the hall to have breakfast. She came to the Black Lake early and sat by the lake enjoying the tranquility of late autumn.

It was rare to have such a quiet time. Shimaier lay down in the grass and thought about his plans later, and couldn't help but imagine Tom's expression.

In fact, Shimaier didn't know if Tom would stay in the common room. Thinking of this, her eyes felt a little lonely.

Would Tom stay in the common room instead of joining his pureblood family friends to watch their favorite Quidditch game?

Shimaier shook her head and threw these messy thoughts out of her mind. "It depends on man-made things." She looked at the sky and said to herself.

When bursts of cheers came from the distance and a few small dots flew up in the sky, Shimaier knew that the Quidditch match had begun.

She quickly got up and took a few deep breaths, grabbed the bottle and poured the gill grass inside into her palm.

The greasy feel of the gill grass made Shimaier feel physically uncomfortable. She made a weird face and put the gill grass into her mouth in one breath.

The irritating taste went straight to his forehead, his nose was full of fishy smell, his mouth had a strange taste, and his tongue felt disgusting. Shimaier almost vomited for a moment, but when he thought of vomiting, he would vomit again. Wouldn't it be even more disgusting to see the gizzard grass that had been out there, so she covered her mouth tightly with her hands and forced herself to swallow it with her remaining rationality.

It became even more uncomfortable to swallow it. The gill grass did not slide down his esophagus greasyly, but got stuck in the middle of his throat. Shimaier pinched his neck with one hand to prevent himself from vomiting, and used the other hand at the same time. Beating his chest, if Caroline and Alphard were present, they would feel that Shimaier was performing a chest-breaking performance.

When she completely patted down the gill grass, her cheeks and fingers immediately felt itchy and painful. She could feel that her gills were growing gills. Fortunately, she was confident enough in her face, so this change would not affect anything. A transparent film was also connected between his fingers, turning into a fish web shape.

Shimaier now felt extremely thirsty, and only the lake could save her. She bared her claws and bared her teeth and plunged into the black lake.

After jumping into the black lake, the suffocation was relieved. Shimaier's distorted face slowly returned to normal. She opened her eyes and saw the green color of the lake clearly.

The shallow light shone through the lake surface, allowing her to see clearly what was going on inside the lake. Many small herrings were swimming around, seaweed was intricately entangled, and the blurry mass in the distance Shimaier guessed was the squid.

She swung her legs and swam towards the large French window of the Slytherin common room, her black robe clinging to her body like a little squid.

The closer she got to the window, the more excited she became, her heart beating strongly in her body. The last time she felt such a strong beating was when she transformed into an Animagus for the first time. How she wished Tom could stand in front of the window. Wait, wait for her arrival.

The floor-to-ceiling glass window of the Slytherin common room was getting closer and closer, and a figure standing in front of the glass window could be vaguely seen. Shimael was extremely surprised. It was Tom.

She swung her legs faster, and Tom seemed to have seen her, watching Shimaier swimming closer and closer.

Shimaier put a hand against the glass.

Tom looked into her eyes and pressed his hand against the glass.

There are more romantic secrets in the deserted common room.

At least that's what Tom thought.

Their kiss in front of the floor-to-ceiling window may have been driven by alcohol, but he didn't regret it at the time. He admired the way Shimaier licked his lips.

The plan in his mind went smoothly, Shimaier was unplanned, but he also enjoyed such surprises.

The Quidditch match is undoubtedly a good opportunity to consolidate his position, but when the message she left appeared in the diary, Tom's expectations for the surprise Shimaier was about to give were more than Quidditch, because she was always so surprising. People are pleasantly surprised.

Tom never admitted that Shimael was special. That was too vulgar. He just wanted to explore Shimael's secrets. His intuition told him that Shimael had what he had been looking for. This was what he thought.

There were few ups and downs in his life. He was afraid of him and disapproved of him in the orphanage. He looked down upon the Muggles. In Hogwarts, he met one idiot after another, a brainless fool who didn't need the orphanage much better, but it was just right for him.

He waited in the common room with doubts. The empty common room was more suitable for him, until he found a black figure swimming towards this side in the distance of the lake. It was Shimaier.

I don’t know what method she used to make herself grow webs and gills. She is always so unexpected. She looks a bit like a mermaid. Tom has seen the mermaid in the Black Lake, which is better-looking than the mermaid in the Black Lake.

He saw Shimaier smiling, and the green light shone through the lake water through the floor-to-ceiling glass. He watched Shimaier stretch out a hand and put it against the glass.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pressed it against hers.

Tom's hand was wider than Shimeier's.

Their fingers were close together, even though there was a layer of glass between them.