HP: What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

After that, the Cold War entered between Shimaier and Tom, a real Cold War.

It's just that Shimaier is very strange. His things always disappear inexplicably for a period of time. If the little thing is okay, sometimes his ring will disappear. Shimaier thought he took it off while taking a shower and forgot where he put it. , but couldn't find it in the most likely place to store it, and even the flying spell didn't work. Shimaier was naturally anxious. This ring was as precious as his own lifeblood, but it automatically appeared in him after a while. school bag or tucked into a book.

Shimaier attributed it to the fact that her depression had weakened her memory. She didn't notice Tom's probing and gloomy eyes sometimes falling on her, like a dormant snake that would not let go of its prey.

At the same time, Shimeier heard Professor Horn ask Tom, "Do you really need so much information, Tom?" Tom took the note signed by Professor Horn and said, "Of course, Professor, it's all for academic purposes. You know me."

Tom became a frequent visitor to the Restricted Book Zone. Although he was originally in the Restricted Book Zone, he spent more time in the Restricted Book Zone while controlling the situation in the school.

Shimaier and Tom accidentally bumped into each other in the library, but they were like strangers. Tom hid the book behind himself and left.

"It's boring." Shimaier was lying on the railing of the observatory overlooking the scenery. The most reluctant person in this world was Tom, but now the one with the most tense relationship was also Tom. Thinking of this, Shimaier sighed heavily and felt weak. Lie down on the railing.

Now that she has nothing to do, she comes here alone, not with Alphard and Caroline. The first reason is because she will leave sooner or later. The second reason is that she does not want to be a light bulb. The third reason is that she has some worries that she can only do by herself. Digestion.

The observatory has a broad view, and the early summer wind is gentle, not as hot as on land, which greatly relieves Shimaier's anxious and depressed heart.

Suddenly a paper butterfly flew from the air. Shimaier's attention was attracted by the paper butterfly, because the patterns on the paper butterfly were the same as those on Shimaier and Tom's diary.

Needless to say, this paper butterfly was sent by Tom.

There is only one simple sentence in it:

"It's your birthday tomorrow and I think you need me to spend it with you."

"Do you want to celebrate your birthday together?" Shimaier murmured, folded the note and stuffed it into the lining of his robe. Shimaier felt that a face-to-face reply was the best reply.

Rarely, Shimaier returned to the common room jumping up and down. When they returned to the common room, there were many people in the common room but Tom was nowhere to be seen. Avery approached Shimaier and gossiped, "I heard that you were out there the night Myrtle died?"

Shimaier glanced at the round table where a group of them gathered. The only ones who knew her whereabouts that night were Abbey and Elas. At the moment, Elas was sleeping with her eyes closed, and Abbey was communicating with Malfoy. His eyes looked towards him from time to time.

"So what, Riddle was also outside that day? It was just the prefect's normal patrol." Shimaier didn't want to get involved in this. She would feel even more guilty about Myrtle's death.

Unable to betray Tom, the guilt for Myrtle's death and the guilt for Hagrid's slander were like three mountains weighing on Semmel's heart.

"How dare you compare with Voldemort?" Avery screamed strangely, and Shimeier tugged at the corner of his mouth, thinking that it seemed that Tom had already started to use this name in his group in the school.

"Who doesn't know that you are a prefect in name only? When you do business, you are absent when Abby and the others hold Slytherin prefect meetings." Avery said contemptuously, until this Only then did Shimaier find out that there was such a meeting, and Tom had been keeping it secret from him.

Seeing Shimaier's downcast expression, Avery thought she was guilty and said with a smile, "You can't really have anything to do with Myrtle's death. After all, you are quite similar and equally annoying."

Shimaier felt that the eyes of everyone in the common room were staring at him, and that everyone's eyes were like countless needles piercing his heart.

"If you are a human being, then I am quite annoying." Shimaier responded coldly with a cold face, "Who are you?"

"You -" Avery looked at Shimaier angrily, and Shimaier had nothing to fear and looked directly at him, with a look of sedimentation and indifference that was beyond their age.

Avery suddenly looked at Shimaier with fear. At this time, Lestrange stepped forward, pulled Avery aside and said to Shimaier with a smile, "That's just him, you know."

Shimaier didn't say anything more, didn't even look at them, and went straight back to his bedroom.

After lying on the soft bed for a while, Shimaier got her face out of the quilt. Her hair was messy and scattered, but she had no time to care about it.

Another line of words appeared on the diary on the bedside table:

"Same place."

Shimaier frowned and thought about his old place? Where is the old place? After thinking about it for a long time, Shimaier realized that there was no need to worry about an unrealistic answer. If Tom wanted to tell her, just tell her directly. She thought Tom was not such a romantic person.

So her old place is wherever she is.

A night without dreams.

The next day was the weekend and I slept until I woke up naturally. Shimaier still had some inexplicable expectations in his heart.

No matter how heavy the concealer is, it can't hide the darkness under Shimaier's eyes. "Too haggard," Shimaier said to herself in the mirror. In her own words, she lacks energy.

Since it was the weekend, there were many people in the Slytherin common room. As soon as Shimael left the dormitory door, he saw a group of small Death Eaters sitting at the round table. When Shimael came out, everyone seemed to be indifferent. Glancing at her, Shimaier felt that everyone was looking at her, and she shrank suddenly. Even in early summer, she still felt that everyone's eyes were like cold venom, directed at Ling Chi herself.

But she didn't do anything wrong, so why did everyone treat her like this?

The head seat of the round table was empty, and that must have become Tom's exclusive position.

Seeing that Shimaier was also staring at the round table, it was Abby who spoke first, "Riddle is not here, and neither is my brother."

Shimaier frowned, not knowing what Aibili Tielas was doing, but he simply didn’t like Aibili’s condescending tone and couldn’t help but say in the same tone, “Oh, then do you know where Riddle went? "

"Voldemort is very busy, you know?" Malfoy said, "Maybe you should go to the library to look for it, but you probably don't understand what he is after. Only we and Voldemort are the same kind of people." Many people snickered. .

"Neither are you, otherwise you wouldn't be able to play house around the table. How many of your mothers dare to talk to me like this." Shimaier shook his hair and replied without shame. They are now It's just that if Tom doesn't make friends with her, he won't even be able to maintain his previous dignity.

"Forget it, don't tell her, you may be the next Moaning Myrtle." Avery seems to enjoy spreading rumors.

"If it is true, do you think I will still stay here?" Shimaier's eyes were a little wet, not because of their hurtful words but because of the guilt in his heart.

"I'm still too kind. I'm really a very simple and beautiful girl." Shimaier said to himself mockingly, and then stared at them with tearful and stern eyes, "If you have any objections to me, we will You can go one-on-one to see who is better.”

Shimaier's magic power was obvious to everyone. They looked at each other, Shimaier didn't bother to communicate with this group of people and went straight out the door.

Shimaier walked to the Black Lake hesitantly, but there was no one around.

Her restless heart couldn't support her to look for Tom elsewhere. Shimaier walked step by step towards the Black Lake and the cold water wrapped around her body, which made her feel a little comfort.

From dawn to dusk, Shimaier was soaked in the black lake.

"Where is Tom? Is he waiting for me?"

Perhaps it is destined to be missed.

When Shimaier climbed out of the black lake, his whole body was wet like a water ghost who had just landed. After sitting on the shore for a while and waiting for his clothes to dry, Shimaier got up and walked towards the castle.

While passing under the observatory, I discovered a broken paper butterfly falling from the sky.