HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

The OLS exam is imminent. Almost all the professors have stopped putting new things into their heads and are reviewing some of the content to be tested in the exam. Even Professor Lawrence in the divination class is no longer keen on giving predictions to his classmates but takes it seriously. It is true that planetary trajectories affect people's fortunes, but there is a very important conversation before the exam-employment counseling.

Myrtle's death and Hagrid's expulsion. Hagrid did not leave Hogwarts in the end. Dumbledore chose to stay with him and gave him a job as a gamekeeper. He continued in another capacity as Ogg's apprentice. Staying at Hogwarts, all this becomes gossip among classmates during class, while fifth-year students have to think about their futures and have one-on-one career counseling with professors.

Semmel was lingering at Professor Slughorn's door with his Potions notebook in hand, his mind empty, and he seemed to be just repeating mechanical actions aimlessly.

This was what Tom saw when he walked out of the office.

"It's your turn." Tom stood in front of Shimaier and blocked her steps. "Oh," Shimaier came back to her senses. "What did he say to you? Is it very formal?"

"Professor Slughorn told me that if I wanted to, I would become the youngest Minister of Magic." Tom said nonchalantly.

"But that's not your ambition," Shimaier answered naturally. The Minister of Magic can't change anything. Tom has always longed for power that can change the world.

"Of course." Tom raised his eyebrows. "You know me, Shimeier." He paused before speaking again, "What about you?"

"I don't have any future plans," Shimaier said, which is why she has been hesitant. "I think if I say that I want to be with Tom all the time, I will be scolded, hahaha." After saying that, she took the Potions lesson in her hand. The textbook was thrust into Tom's hand. "Help me take it back to the common room. If you're busy, just leave it to Alphard." He opened the office door and walked in.

It was a long-lost prank, but Shimaier was not as happy as expected.

Tom stood outside the door and whispered, "Lie."

In the office, Professor Slughorn has already made a pot of strong tea and is waiting.

"Come here, kid, come and sit here," Professor Horn greeted enthusiastically, adding tea to the teapot on the empty seat opposite.

Shimaier walked over and sat down awkwardly. She could feel that Professor Horn's enthusiasm for her was a familiarity. She took an awkward sip of tea, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth.

"Do you like it? I think you will like this taste." Professor Horn tried to distance himself from Shimaier with such words.

Shimaier nodded and put down the tea cup silently.

"Tell me, do you have any ideas for the future?" Professor Horn said with a smile. Shimaier was silent for a while as if thinking, but finally shook his head.

"Oh, kid, you don't seem to be in a very good mood. To be honest, you are not the same as you were at the beginning." Professor Horn's eyes showed concern. "Did the events of this school year scare you? Haha, indeed a lot happened this semester. Something." Professor Horn gestured with his hands.

"I don't know what I want to be a professor in the future. Can I just sit here for a while?" Shimaier said. She would never have a future in this time and space, so it was useless for Shimaier to consider it.

Professor Horn opened his mouth and wanted to say something. After all, it was his job to provide career counseling to students, and he would give guidance to every confused student. However, seeing that Shimaier was not in good spirits, he finally closed his mouth. He pursed his lips and nodded.

After the hourglass on the table finished falling, Shimaier stood up, said "Goodbye, Professor" and left the office.

As soon as I left the office, I found Tom still standing at the door. "Are you still there?" Shimaier walked up to Tom and said, "I thought you were busy."

"Okay." Tom handed the Potions notebook to Shimaier. Shimaier looked even more bitter when he saw the Potions notebook and remembered that he still had a lot to review.

"Don't worry, I think you should believe in my ability," Tom said, and asked pretending to be natural, "How was your conversation with Professor Horne just now?" But this tone was something he would never show in front of Death Eaters. from.

"I told Professor Horn that I would follow your footsteps for the rest of my life, but he kicked me out." Shimaier smiled and started lying casually. She didn't want Tom to know the real situation.

"Okay" Tom nodded.

"You don't have serious pre-exam anxiety, do you?" Alphard came out of the office. He had just finished employment counseling. "Alvis Riley of Hufflepuff was too nervous to face the exam. He stayed up all night. Couldn't sleep all night."

"Maybe, after all, I still have a few books that I haven't finished yet." Shimaier leaned against the wall tiredly and said, "I'm so tired."

"Caroline is already in the library, let's go there quickly," Alphard said.

Shimaier nodded and said to Tom, "Go and do your work quickly. I'll go review with them first." Then he followed Alphard and walked towards the library.

Tom stood there and watched Shimaier's retreating figure for a long time, until Professor Slughorn came out of the office.

"Tom? Why are you still here?" Professor Horn looked at him in surprise. "Waiting for you, Professor," Tom said with his charming eyes and most endearing tone, "I've always wanted to know, about human body odor."

In order to prepare for the OLS exam, Shimaier didn't even prepare for her birthday, so she only realized that today was her birthday when Tom gave her a birthday gift.

"Your birthday is very important to me" is what Tom said.

On Shimael's birthday last year, both of them had the ultimate pleasure in the Room of Requirement.

Shimaier took out a bottle of perfume from the gift box. The pure black bottle was decorated with emeralds on the mouth. "It smells like me," Tom said, "because you said you wanted to be around me."

"Haha, then I want to make my scent into perfume." Shimaier sprayed it on his wrist and took a deep breath. "Thank you Tom, your scent doesn't matter in my next life or the next life." I will remember it for the rest of my life," Shimaier said, looking at Tom seriously.

"It would be nice if you were here."

For her fifth grade birthday, Shimaier only has these fragments in her memory, and it is too hasty. It is no exaggeration to say that even the time for eating recently was squeezed out from the time of turning the pages of books, because not long after her birthday, The OWLS exam is officially ushered in.

"Don't worry, not all teachers value OLS test scores. For example, Professor Horn, isn't Potions the biggest headache for you?" Caroline comforted Shimeier at the door before entering the examination room, "And Riddle Aren't I reviewing it for you too? After we review it together."

"Don't worry" is the word Shimaier has heard the most recently, but Shimaier is really not too worried about the exam. After studying all the time and forgetting food and sleep, she has basically mastered the test content. Shimaier is worried about what she can't tell others. secret.

Secrets that are too sad can eventually turn into distress.

The time for the exam seemed to go very quickly and very slowly, because the exam lasted for two weeks.

Monday of the first week was a test on Charms, and Shimael seemed to be very good at it.

On Tuesday, he took the Transfiguration test. The success of the test made Shimaier look forward to the results.

Wednesday was the Herbology test, which was difficult without success. After the test, Alphard and Caroline went to the Black Lake for a picnic.

Thursday was Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the familiar use of spells allowed Shimael to continue to expand.

Friday was archaeological rune research, and it was like reality slapped Shimael hard in the face.

Monday of the second week was Potions. Shimael had not yet recovered from the setback of the last rune exam. The practical exam of Potions gave Shimael another heavy blow. The order of porcupine quills and powder was changed. A mistake caused the crucible to burn a hole as big as a fist.

Tuesday was the Care of Magical Creatures test, which successfully alleviated the depressed mood brought about by the first two exams. Shimael attributed this to Hagrid, who now lives in a hut made of stones on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Wednesday was about astronomy and divination. Myer's poem about divination was very exaggerated, and the astronomy test was taken at night. She pretended to be night blind and kept pulling on Tom's robe.

Thursday was History of Magic. Shimaier walked into the examination room confidently and came out confidently. He felt very happy when he heard the sighs and sighs of the students around him.

Friday was Muggle Studies, which was pretty easy for Shimael, who had lived in an orphanage for a while.

When the exam ended it was already two weeks later.

The expressions on the students' faces were very exciting when they left the examination room. Shimaier sighed deeply and said to Tom next to him, "I never want to go through such a long examination again."

"There's another time," Tom said, putting away his quill. "Newts exam."

"I don't want to participate!" Shimaier turned his head and said. At this time, Avery came over and called Tom away. "Voldemort, my father told me about the travels you told me about last time." Before he could finish speaking, Tom was interrupted.

Tom glanced at Shimaier and left the examination room with Avery.

Shimaier sat alone by the black lake, hugging his legs, looking at the vast lake and feeling the caress of the summer wind. He sat there until the evening.

"I knew you were here." Tom came out of the bushes.

"Anyway, besides being here, I am always at the observatory or the Room of Requirement." Shimaier continued to look at the lake and said.

"You have been unhappy recently, and there is no news in the diary. What happened last time?" Tom was referring to Myrtle's death, but Shimaier interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"No, no, I'm just too tired from the recent exams." Shimaier said quickly. She didn't want Tom to think that he would be afraid of such a thing and drift away from her.

"Thank you for your birthday gift. I will spray it on my pillow every night, just like you are by my side." Shimaier shook the perfume bottle in his hand at Tom. "I will keep it with me."

If Shimaier left now, the thing she wanted to take away most was this bottle of perfume, but according to the rules, she couldn't take anything with her when she left.