What if a time traveler went to Hogwarts?

The time of studying passed quickly, especially for Tom, who had become the professors' favorite student, except for Dumbledore. Being gifted, smart, talented, and good-looking has become Tom's label. Of course, he is always so approachable and considerate to people.

It's November, and there are more and more discussions about Quidditch. The Quidditch season has begun.

The weather was getting colder and colder, but Shimeier didn't want to wrap herself up thickly. During breakfast, she secretly cast a thermal insulation spell on herself, and cast one on Tom at the same time.

Shimaier ate the grilled sausages happily and spread a thick layer of tomato sauce. Unexpectedly, he thought it was ketchup soup. The only good thing about Quidditch is that there are no classes on the day, which is Shimael's favorite thing.

It would have been better if she didn't have to go watch the game, because she could just lie in the common room all day, but she was pulled away by Avery and Lestrange on the grounds that Slytherin wanted to unite.

The members of the Slytherin team had already gone to change clothes, and Shimael and Tom were moving to the Quidditch pitch with them. "Follow closely, Tom, don't get separated from me." Shimael stayed close. With Tom "There are too many people. Everyone loves Quidditch."

Avery and Lestrange glanced at Shimeier with dissatisfaction and pulled Tom over. "Come on, Riddle, let's go to the first row. I asked Travers to help us occupy our seats. We have to be close." Let’s see how we fight against the Ravenclaws from a distance.”

The stands at the Quidditch pitch were packed with people, and Shimael managed to sit in the second row behind Tom. The Quidditch players all came out, and the audience cheered wildly.

Shimael hates crowded places, let alone the explosive roars made by the people around him. But she was still quite happy. People were crowded around her, so she could deliberately squeeze Tom.

The Quidditch players came on the field, and Shimael saw that the man who went to talk to Tom last time was standing next to the captain of the Slytherin team.

The flying teacher, Mr. Parker, was the referee for this competition. He asked the captain of Slytherin and the captain of Ravenclaw to shake hands, blew the whistle, and the two teams quickly took off into the air.

Players from both sides quickly shuttled around the Quidditch field. Shimael didn't understand Quidditch, but he could also feel the anxious atmosphere on the field. Ravenclaw led by 10 points.

She saw Tom put his hands on the chair and grasped the edge of the wooden bench tightly, but he looked as excited as the people around him and stared at the players flying through the air.

Tom doesn't like staying here either, Shimeier thought. Just approach him quietly. "No." Tom felt her approach and stopped him softly. "Shut up." Shimaier gently held his hand. "These hands are used for magic, not for showing how to hold a chair with bare hands."

At this time, the Slytherin team tied the score, and more intense noises immediately came from the surroundings. Shimaier felt that his hand was squeezing the edge of the chair a little harder. Shimaier stroked it gently with his thumb, using this action to comfort Tom.

In the noisy crowd, no one cares about you and me. We will not be discovered. Our emotions are hidden in the deepest corners.

It would be good if we keep catching the Golden Snitch like this. If the Quaffle is not hit by the batter at once.

Shimaier's last memory was that her nose hurt so much. She couldn't be disfigured, no.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital wing. Caroline and Professor Slughorn were discussing something. When I saw Shimaier woke up, I immediately came over. "Oh, good boy, you finally woke up." Shimaier was the first. The reaction was to touch her nose with her hand. "Your nose is still there. Madam Pomfrey connected it for you in one go." Caroline said with a smile. "It was really thrilling, but luckily Slytherin caught the Golden Snitch in the end." Professor Horn said with a proud look on his face, "Asroka will definitely be able to enter the national team." Yes, if she doesn't use her face as a goal, there should be no problem in joining the national team, Shimaier thought to herself.

"Professor, can you ask Madam Pomfrey if she can reattach my nose a little higher?" Shimaier said feebly while lying on the bed. Although the nose was reattached, there was still a burning pain.

"What child are you talking about?" Professor Horn was a little confused. He felt that it was necessary to ask Madam Pomfrey to come over and see if Shimaier had his head damaged by the Bludger. "No professor." Shimaier did not continue. She knew that Professor Horn did not understand her humor. But Caroline was snickering again, and Shimaier wanted to laugh too, but his nose hurt when he laughed.

"Where is Tom?" Shimaier asked, her speech a little slurred due to her stuffy nose. "Tom and Alphard sent you here. He is such an enthusiastic kid. After the game, Avery came to him and told him that there was a celebration party in the lounge and took him away. To be honest, he is really lovable. "Professor Horn said that Shimaier wanted to laugh even more when she heard these comments about Tom, but the more she wanted to laugh, the more her nose hurt.

"Mrs. Pomfrey asked you to sleep here for the night. Oh, Caroline, look at what time it is now. It's time for you to go back to the lounge." "Professor, can I stay here with Shimael?" Caroline asked Professor Horn "I think I can tutor her here."

If it was a make-up lesson, Shimaier hoped that Caroline would go back quickly. But fortunately, Professor Horn hesitated for a while and still rejected Caroline. In the end, Caroline just said goodbye to Shimaier reluctantly, and Shimaier responded to her with a wink.

The hospital wing was eerily silent late at night. The moon shone silvery white light through the windows, and only the sound of the passage of time was conveyed by the big clock.

Shimaier was lying on the bed bored. She felt that her nose no longer hurt so much and was almost healed. However, there was a celebration party in the lounge, and she was always out of place there. She might as well be at ease in the medical wing.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door. Shimaier turned his head and found that it was Tom. Seeing how strong her skills were, Tom asked, "Are you okay?" "Wow, Tom, you came to see me. Aren't they having a celebration party in the lounge? Aren't you going?" Shimaier immediately sat up.

"Been there, and you know I don't like it." Tom put a box on the table. It was Alphard's thermos box. It was enchanted and things would stay warm when put in it.

Tom took out some food and lemon ice cream from it. "Alfad asked me to bring these. Lemon ice cream is so unpopular, it's the only one left," he said. "If you're not popular, you're not popular. It's fine if I like it. It's better if you're not popular. I can eat more." Shimaier happily ate the ice cream and said, "Today we made an appointment to go to the canteen to steal food together." The one who eats, eats, and gathers all is that ball, otherwise I can continue. In short, I will never go to watch football again. I have a psychological shadow." Seeing Tom's eyebrows lowering, Shimaier immediately changed the subject.

"I'm leaving. You can return the box yourself tomorrow." Tom turned to leave. "Ah? Aren't you here to see me?" Shimaier said while eating chicken legs. "I was just on my way to the library." After saying that, he planned to leave without looking back.

"Wait, I'll go too! It's curfew now. If you are with me, you can say that I came to me for sleepwalking." Shimaier opened the quilt and jumped off, holding the box tightly in his arms. "You You don’t even know how bored I am here. Fortunately, you’re here, Tom. Take me away quickly.” Tom glanced at her and didn’t refuse, so Shimaier took it as his agreement.

The two of them walked one behind the other. The weather was cold enough in November, but luckily Shimaier's heat preservation spell still worked.

Tom went to read the books about the wizard family as always, while Shimeier read wizard fantasy novels on the side. The two of them did not speak, and kept silent in tacit understanding.

After midnight, Shimaier seemed to hear Tom sigh softly. He closed the book and said, "Let's go." "Okay, maybe Ogg is patrolling now. I really don't like him. Do you think he will believe me?" Can you sleepwalk? I think my acting skills are still good." Shimaier gently put the book back on the bookshelf. "Tom, do you sneak here often? Why don't you call me, you can call me, I can accompany you, I’m bored sleeping alone anyway.”

"You are too noisy," Tom said. "It greatly increases my chances of being discovered. I have to maintain a good image." "Aren't you tired?" Shimaier felt a little distressed. There is nothing better than living an unrestrained and happy life. . And Tom just said "This is what I have to do."

"I know you want to do a lot of things, but can you take me to do it with you? It's so fun, forget it if it's life-threatening!" Shimaier jumped up and walked beside Tom, "No" Tom said coldly explain. "Okay." Shimaier lowered his head like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"But if you are willing to tell me your secret, I will." Tom asked tentatively. "What secret? I have no secrets." Shimaier pretended to look at Tom with a serious face. "I never have any secrets from Tom."

Tom looked into her brown eyes, then looked at the floor and said, "Lie, your acting is terrible." "Ah, I thought I was very good at acting." Shimaier smacked his lips in disappointment. Tom's steps were a little longer, but Shimeier was still chasing him and said, "Oh, this is the Tom I'm familiar with. Why don't I call you Riddle in front of Avery? That doesn't look like you at all." Haha." "If you talk again, I will send you back to the hospital wing." This trick was very effective, and Shimaier shut up.

In the end, Shimeier followed Tom back to the lounge. She thought there was no need for her to go back to the hospital wing.