HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

This winter, Shimael felt extremely cold. The Christmas ball was held in the hall of the castle. Even though there was a warm atmosphere around him, Shimael felt indescribably numb to everything.

She arrived very early and the hall door hadn't been opened yet, so she stood there blankly looking at the lines on the hall door in a daze. Caroline and Alphard had to go on a date alone before attending the dance. Shimael didn't know why, so she came to the door of the hall early to wait for her dance partner, her only dance partner.

Hagrid was the first to arrive. He was following Mr. Ogg's instructions to decorate the hall. He dragged a huge Christmas tree in through the door and Shimael saw it at a glance.

"Merry Christmas!" Hagrid greeted him first. He probably didn't realize that Shimaier had been observing him for a long time.

"Merry Christmas Hagrid," Shimeier said listlessly, partly out of guilt. She pointed at the huge fir tree and said, "Is this heavy?"

"I'm very strong." Hagrid raised the object in his hand, "otherwise Mr. Ogg wouldn't leave this matter to me."

"He's too lazy." Shimaier didn't like Ogg. As the administrator of the hunting ground, he had a little power and liked to show off his power.

"Then what are you doing here?" Hagrid asked, opening the hall so that Shimael wouldn't have to stand in the wind.

"Oh, I'm waiting for the dance to start." Shimaier walked into the hall, "The dance starts? How many hours are there? I have to clean up first." Hagrid said in surprise, "You really don't look too good lately. good."

"It's too cold in winter," Shimaier said prevaricatingly.

"You should go back to the common room and take a rest," Hagrid said. "I have to clean up here manually. They broke my wand." Hagrid's voice was a little low at the end.

"Let me help you, I have nothing to do." Shimael didn't want to go back to the common room. It was probably that Tom and the little Death Eaters were having a meeting. Besides, decorating such a large hall is a big project. It would be very hard for Hagrid to clean it up alone. , and Shimaier believed that he was partly responsible for Hagrid's wand being broken.

At first, Hagrid refused, but Shimaier insisted. With the blessing of Shimaier's magic, it was easy to clean up the hall.

"Thank you so much. I don't know how tiring it would be if I had to clean it up alone." Hagrid said, then suddenly remembered something and took out a pack of biscuits from his mink coat. "This is a baked rock biscuit I made myself. I want to give it to you." For a Christmas present!”

"Thank you." Shimaier accepted the big bag of biscuits in surprise, and said sheepishly, "But I have nothing to give you."

"You've already helped me," Hagrid said. At this time, Professor Horn also came to the auditorium. "Oh, it's so perfectly arranged." He patted Hagrid's forearm (he could only reach that far). "Stay and attend the dance together." Come on Hagrid."

"Thank you for your kindness, Professor," Hagrid said first but then refused, "I think it's better to forget it." But Shimaier clearly saw the disappointment in his eyes. She guessed that Hagrid hadn't learned how to face the past. classmate.

Professor Horn discovered that Shimaier was also in the hall. "Oh Shimaier, you are here too."

Shimaier nodded and said, "I came to help Hagrid when I met him."

Professor Horn nodded and said nothing more, because professors and students had begun to arrive in the auditorium one after another, and he was busy greeting them.

Shimaier came to the gate again and waited. Hagrid had already left.

Tom came from a distance, followed by Avery, Lestrange, Malfoy and Abby. The two Black sisters had graduated, but as far as Shimaier knew, they still had a relationship with Tom. Keep in close contact and provide Tom with the help he wants at any time.

When they arrived at the gate, most of them entered the auditorium first. Only Abby and Tom had not yet entered. Tom walked straight towards Shimaier and Shimaier asked curiously, "Where is Elas?" As a Death Eater, As a member, he should have come with his sister Abby, but he didn't see it.

"Abbely's waiting for him," Tom said. "I kept you waiting."

Shimaier suddenly wanted to play a prank, "Then how are you going to compensate me?"

"Of course." Tom took Shimaier's hand and walked into the auditorium together, "I will give you the most unforgettable night."

Professor Horn came over as soon as he saw Tom coming in. "Look who's here, oh Tom." He hugged him. Shimeier stood aside obediently and watched Tom talking to Professor Horn. She knew that she could only It's a bystander's perspective.

But Tom's eyes fell on him. He took Shimaier's hand and said, "My dance partner, professor."

"I know, kid, your dance partner has always been her, and she has been waiting for you here! Seriously, don't keep the lady waiting next time." Professor Horn smiled mischievously, and Shimeier sometimes felt that He had some mischief in him. After saying this, Professor Horn went to talk to Dumbledore.

"You've been here a long time ago?" Tom's brisk words made Shimaier feel a little happy in his heart.

"Yeah, so I've really been waiting for you for a long time." Shimaier didn't want to break the rare ambiguous time, so he hid the reason why he came so early just because he was bored.

"Then I'll wait for you instead."

In the crowd, they expressed their implicit love to each other.

On the crazy Christmas Eve, Shimaier loved the feeling of staying with Tom.

But behind the madness is endless emptiness.

As the days passed, the emptiness gradually expanded. Although I said good night to Tom in the diary every night, the pessimistic Shimeier believed that every good night was a countdown signal.

After a certain Transfiguration lesson, Dumbledore called Shimael into his office.

Shimael was not nervous, he just gave Tom a reassuring look and followed Dumbledore to his office.

"Please take a seat." Dumbledore himself sat on the main seat. "Would you like a yellow Bibi's multi-flavored bean? Although I'm not sure if it is lemon flavored."

Shimaier nodded. Dumbledore gave her one and he ate one himself. However, as soon as he ate it, he spit it out again. "It smells like earwax again!" Shimaier couldn't help but smile and eat it. After drinking it, it smells good, it tastes like lemon.

"It's nice to see you smiling." Dumbledore smiled kindly. "You haven't been happy this school year."

Shimael nodded as she chewed lemon-flavored Bibi's Beans. She felt that Dumbledore would be a good teacher as long as he didn't let herself choose between him and Tom.

"If you want to ask me about Riddle, I don't know too many professors. Since you know that I have been unhappy for the whole semester, you should also know that I am not very familiar with Riddle." Shimaier said. As for the Christmas dance, it’s just out of habit.”

She wished her poor lies could be concealed.

But Dumbledore still smiled warmly, "Oh, we don't talk about Riddle, we talk about you, Shimael."

"Me? What do I have to talk about? I'm just the most ordinary student at Hogwarts." Shimaier said without confidence.

"Professor Rens told me that you are very special." Professor Rens is their divination teacher. He is a very old man. "Maybe you don't know Professor Rens, but his predictions are very accurate."

"What did he say about me?" This sentence aroused Shimaier's curiosity, and she couldn't wait to know what she looked like in Professor Rensi's mouth.

"He said you don't belong to this world." Dumbledore looked at Shimaier through the lenses.

Shimeier did not expect Professor Rens to point out this fact to Dumbledore so directly. She stood up excitedly and said with a trembling voice, "Who else has he told this to?"

"No more children. He told me clearly that he would only talk to me because he told me that I would use this information in the future. Calm down." Dumbledore said soothingly. "So is it true, child? Because of this, the Ministry of Magic Why is there a wizard whose name is not registered in the school student roster?"

"" Shimaier didn't seem to get over the shock of having his identity revealed. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't say."

"Otherwise I will die."

Dumbledore had a look of understanding on his face. He stood up and pushed Shimaier back to his seat and said, "Okay, okay." But Shimaier's fists were still clenched tightly on his knees and he said every word. Say "Don't tell anyone."

Dumbledore nodded seriously, "I have learned about it in a friend's book collection, but this is not the focus of my visit to you today."

Shimael waited until his head calmed down before he realized that he was not dead, which meant that it would be okay even if Dumbledore knew about it. He did not reveal this.

But one more person who knew his identity would be more of a threat, even if that person was Dumbledore, so Shimaier planned to stay put and see what Dumbledore wanted to do with him.

Dumbledore saw that Shimaier's face softened before he said, "Dead Myrtle, she once told me that she most wanted to be friends with you."

Shimeier didn't expect that Dumbledore was telling her this. She looked at Dumbledore blankly, but the image of Myrtle before her death came to mind again, that Myrtle who was shy, fragile and sensitive, and finally went crazy. .

I don't know why my eyes were a little sore. Shimaier closed his eyes and rubbed them with his hands. "I'm sorry."

Professor Dumbledore said coaxingly, "You know Myrtle's character. I'm curious about why she wants to be friends with you. She told me that she envied you."

"Maybe I'm a bit similar to her." She was also crazy before, but she was more blunt and didn't care so much about other people's opinions.

Dumbledore walked up to a basin. "This is the pensieve," he said. "It allows you to see a person's memory most intuitively."

Shimael immediately realized what Dumbledore wanted. She stood up and shook her head resistingly, because there were too many secrets about Tom in her memory, and these things could not be obtained by Dumbledore.

"Don't be nervous, Shimare," Dumbledore said calmly, "I know that peeking into a person's memory will make that person feel violated. I'll leave the choice to you, okay?" He took out one from the shelf. Empty glass bottle "If you like, I will give the memory of Myrtle to her parents. Even though they are both Muggles, I think this identity is more important to them as parents."

Shimaier lowered her head and thought for a long time, with tears running down her cheeks. It was not her holy mother, but she thought that a living person who wanted to be friends with her suddenly died in front of her. It was the first time they met. She told herself that the women's room on the second floor was haunted, but now she was a ghost in there. Shimaier nodded slowly and planned to put the memory of meeting Myrtle for the first time in a glass bottle, because that memory would not harm Tom's interests.

"Do it yourself, you should know the spell." Dumbledore handed the glass bottle to Shimaier, Shimaier nodded, "I know, but I have not extracted the memory for myself."

As he spoke, he put his right index finger against his temple, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't extract it.

Shimaier lowered his hands in frustration, and the glass bottle shattered on the ground beside his feet.

"It seems there are some restrictions," Dumbledore said comfortingly, "It doesn't matter, I have taken her words to heart."

Shimael forgot how she walked out of Dumbledore's office and returned to the common room. The double impact left her feeling exhausted mentally and physically.

Tom seemed to have been waiting in the common room. As soon as Shimeier returned to the common room, Tom took her quickly to the Room of Requirement.

Shimaier was exhausted mentally and physically and had to climb so many flights of stairs. She impatiently shook off Tom's hand that grabbed her wrist and said, "What are you doing?"

Tom looked at his thrown away hand and asked again, "What did Dumbledore tell you?"

"It's nothing," Shimaier said, and then added, "I will keep it a secret for you anyway, and I won't tell any of your secrets."

Shimeier meant this sentence in one way, but when he heard it, Tom understood it to have another meaning.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Shimaier carefully, "I think there is some misunderstanding between us."

"What?" Shimaier was a little angry. "Why do you have to think about me so much? If you say it's nothing, it's nothing. I treat you sincerely. Can you trust me? Can you trust me a little?"

"Shimael, look into my eyes."

Shimaier looked into Tom's eyes impatiently, and Tom's eyes were dark.

Tom placed his hands on both sides of Shimaier's temples. Since they had already learned the silent spell in the sixth grade, Shimaier didn't know that Tom was using Legilimency on him at this time.

After a while, Tom put down his hand in frustration and left the Room of Requirement without looking back.

Shimaier was left crying alone in the Room of Requirement.