HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

Every December is a big day for Shimaier.

"December" Shimaier exclaimed while holding the cupcakes. "Wonderful December."

At the last meeting of the Stealing Club before Christmas, Shimaier sighed sincerely.

The place they chose to eat this time was at the observatory. There was already a thick layer of snow. Shimaier felt that the silver-white sky paired with the strawberry cake was very artistic.

"So, you've already thought about how you're going to be sweet with Riddle this Christmas?" Caroline joked, "I'm so envious of Riddle~" She deliberately prolonged her voice to make Alphard, who was eating baked potatoes next to him, wince. Stirring.

Shimaier gathered the scarf around her neck, buried her face under it and said, "Don't come here. It's just a gift from ordinary classmates, but what the gift is is a secret." Shimaier said with a smile. She can't wait for Christmas and Christmas. It's Tom's birthday.

The gift was lying under Shimaier's bed, quietly waiting for someone to open its shell.

Shimaier's wish is to watch the sunrise with Tom, because she fell asleep in the middle of the night after the last expedition to the Forbidden Forest and did not watch the sunrise completely. However, Tom seems to be very busy recently, even writing in his daily diary. I only had time to say "Good night."

"It doesn't matter," Shimaier said to herself as she threw the diary to the bedside. She lay on the sheets with her eyes open, staring blankly at the curtain hanging on the ceiling. Even if she put her hands on her chest, she felt empty in her heart. I don't know why she always feels like she has a bad premonition about this Christmas.

"Christmas is my alone time with Tom, every year," she murmured, seeming to feel relieved by this self-comfort.

When Professor Horne was collecting the stay-at-school list, Shimeier was the first person to sign the Christmas stay-at-school list. It seemed that this would make the Christmas break come faster. Firstly, he wanted to have a holiday, and secondly, he didn't want to go to class. .

It snowed very heavily on the day we left school on Christmas Day.

Shimael arrived and sent Caroline and Alphard to the school gate. Caroline dragged a luggage that was half as tall as herself and said, "Just be sweet and wait for my Christmas gift."

"Well, this year I hope the yellow Bibi multi-flavor beans have less booger smell." Shimaier made a vomiting expression. Last year, almost half of the cans were full of booger smell, which almost made Shimaier suffer from "Fear of Bibi" Flavored Bean Syndrome.”

"It's not something I can control." Caroline snorted, her nose turned as red as a clown from the cold. "Do you want me to lick every one before putting them in?"

"It's not impossible. I can accept it if you want. You know my Caroline, I like your behavior." Shimaier said in a greasy tone. Alphard on the side couldn't stand it anymore. He felt that no matter how much he wore, it would be too much. I couldn't stop these two people from making cold and disgusting jokes.

So he quickly changed the topic before he was frozen into an ice sculpture. "I haven't seen much of Riddle recently." This was also the most effective topic to distract Shimaier.

Shimaier paused before nodding, "He is very busy, because he is a person who does big things." But he is also too busy. Shimaier has hardly seen him recently, and he can only see him during class. Tom's figure, but even then he was always surrounded by a group of people.

Shimael now feels farther and farther away from Tom and out of tune with their circle because they always talk about extreme topics.

Seeing that Shimaier was starting to feel bad, Caroline quickly said, "Let's go, Alphard. If you don't leave, you can run after the train!" After saying that, she started dragging the box that was half a person tall. "Bye Shimaier," they waved and left. .

"Goodbye!" Shimaier also waved. It wasn't until Caroline and Alphard completely disappeared into the ice and snow that Shimaier turned around and walked back to the castle.

On the way back to the castle, I saw some students throwing Myrtle's suitcase down the stairs. Myrtle fell awkwardly on the snow. However, it was too cold, and Shimaier was afraid of Myrtle's obsession, so he turned a blind eye and returned to the castle.

The castle's torches warmed the space. Shimael took off his scarf and held it in his hand, spinning it like a horse pole.

Tom might be reading somewhere, and maybe he would see Tom sitting on the sofa reading a book as soon as he returned to the common room. Shimael thought about this and jumped back to the common room.

This is the quietest time of the year in the Slytherin common room. Shimael took out his diary and quill from the dormitory and went to the common room. He casually put the scarf on the sofa and lay down on the sofa closest to him. The position of the fireplace - this is something she would never do at ordinary times, because she and her Slytherin classmates were somewhat at odds with each other, and it was only because of Tom's relationship that the mask of peace was not broken.

Shimaier held up the diary and found that it said "If you need a cheer potion, I will send it to you."

Shimaier sat up for a moment, frowning and understanding this sentence in confusion, "What do you mean? I hate the Riddler the most. Will I be unhappy? Why did Tom send it to me? Can't you just give it to me directly?"

"Because he left." Ailas came over from the other side. "Avery invited Riddle to his house, and Riddle agreed."

Within reason, unexpected peace.

"This is what he should experience." Shimaier sat directly on the carpet and hugged his legs, looking at the burning fire, his eyes full of loneliness.

Shimeier didn't go to the diary to question Tom, why didn't he just tell himself that he was going to Avery's house for Christmas, because this was what Tom had to experience, and he was too involved in the drama.

I am just a spectator.

Ailas did not leave, he also sat down next to Shimaier, and neither of them said a word.

Shimaier even had the urge to throw the diary directly into the fireplace, calm down and angry again.

Shimaier suddenly stood up, grabbed the diary and rushed back to the room. Ailas looked at Shimaier's movements and still sat on the carpet next to the fireplace, as if he really came to keep warm.

She locked the diary in the cabinet, then lay down and took out the beautifully wrapped gift box from under the bed.

There was no chance of it being opened again.

Shimer took one last look at the box, grabbed it, ran to the fireplace, and threw the box into the blazing flames.

No one will ever know what was inside.

The flames crackled and devoured the gift. Ailas sat back on the carpet and watched the gift burn up with Shimaier.

"Don't worry," Shimaier said, staring at the flames. "Your and your sister's gifts were not burned."

"I'm not." Ailas wanted to explain something, but Shimaier suddenly changed his face. "Do you think I'm sad? I'm not. He's not the only friend I have. Hahahahaha. It's just that I think this gift is meaningless. ." Shimaier stood up from the ground.

"Well, I have to wait and see what Caroline will give me." Shimaier stretched and said "good night" before turning around and returning to his dormitory.

Shimaier was lying on the rocking chair, looking expressionlessly at the fish swimming by in groups outside the window. For the first time, she hated the quiet environment so much.

Shimeier originally thought he would be very angry, but what was worse than anger was a sense of powerlessness, not only based on the fact that Tom did not tell him to go elsewhere for the festival, but also a sense of powerlessness about the future.

Maybe she really needed a dose of joy, but it wasn't from Tom.

This may be the unhappiest Christmas Shimael has ever had in his life.

Caroline and Alphard wrote a sack full of letters to Semmel, and even gave her advice on how to sneak out of the castle and spend Christmas at their house.

Shimaier still declined. She had been in a bad mood recently and it was better to carry it alone. However, she still carefully put these letters into her booklet and mailed them a cake she made as a Christmas gift. .

She did get acquainted with the Rozier brothers and sisters during Christmas, but only to the extent of eating together and tasting the cakes made by Shimaier.

She also had a few words with Hagrid, the little giant from Gryffindor, and found out that Hagrid's mother was originally a giant. He was a hybrid of giant and human, not just a giant.

"You have to protect this secret," Shimaier said to Hagrid, "otherwise many people will attack you."

"No, I've told many people." He scratched his thick hair and looked anxious, "But if you are the only one in your college, it's okay."

Shimaier shook his head.

Tom also asked the owl to deliver a gift to Shimael on Christmas Eve, which was a bottle of joy.

Shimaier thought that what she needed more than a cheering potion was Tom's explanation, just an explanation, why he didn't tell Shimaier in advance that he was leaving at Christmas, but he didn't.

Shimaier just silently locked the elixir and the diary in the drawer. These were things she would never touch in her life.

On the last night of the Christmas vacation, Shimaier finally took out the diary from the cabinet after eating a lot of roast chicken before feeling better.

Opening the diary, Tom's message immediately appeared on it, with only one word.

"wait for me."

Shimaier was lying on the table with a complicated mood, scratching her head with a quill. She didn't understand why Tom could talk so sweetly to others but cherish his words like gold.

Could it be that I am different in Tom's heart? Special correspondence is sweet?

If Shimaier was really a little girl, she might think so, and she smiled to herself.

But Shimaier really didn't understand why Tom was doing this.

She raised her pen and put it down again. There were so many things she wanted to say, she wanted to ask, she wanted to get a definite answer, she wanted to find out the truth. In the end, Shimaier still left a paragraph in her diary.

"The happiness brought by the joy potion is temporary, and the magic potion only gives people an illusory feeling, not reality."

This sentence is written to Tom, and also to myself.

Christmas in third grade is over, and this is the first year they haven't spent Christmas together.