Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Author: Hui Nan Tian Zhen Jun

Summary:

Tom time-traveled to London, thinking he would live a peaceful life, but unexpectedly, he time-traveled again.

Or just swap clothes!

What is a Hogwarts acceptance letter?

Where did my little Tom go?

How did I become Hermione Granger?!

Stepping through the magical gates, Tom is full of vigor, while Hermione walks on thin ice, burdened by her own weight.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Mr. Riddle, the students all say you are the most versatile genius in the history of magic. How did you achieve that?"

"Mr. Riddle, I heard you're the professor's favorite student, and the professor almost got into a fight over you..."

“Mr. Riddle, I’ve heard that you are a role model for the students, and every student is proud of you…”

Tom raised his hand: "First of all, I have to thank every teacher at Hogwarts. Secondly, I have to thank Hermione. She is my best friend. Our relationship is incredibly close, like a shadow. Without Hermione, I wouldn't have the life I have today!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Hermione: "Voldemort? Voldemort is as kind as a child compared to that bastard!"

I'm close to him? Who's his friend? That bastard is a complete and utter devil!

I've gotten this far thanks to my hard work and dedication, step by step!

Hermione said this in front of the Hogwarts branch of the Daily Prophet.

Chapter 1 How did I transmigrate again?

July 1991, London.

Tom Riddell swore this was the worst environment he had ever seen.

The dense fog drastically reduced their visibility, making it impossible to distinguish people and animals beyond a hundred meters.

Not only were there groups of marijuana addicts, but the thick fog lingered year-round. Tom tried his best to avoid secondhand marijuana use, but he couldn't avoid the fog on his hands.

"Sir, would you like to buy a bouquet of flowers?" The two children who came with Tom stood timidly near a college student couple, holding a bouquet of nearly wilted hibiscus flowers, their voices tinged with a pleading tone.

These hibiscus flowers were picked from the orphanage. The hibiscus flowers, which were in full bloom, were pink and beautiful, and were the most beautiful among all the flowers.

The hibiscus blooms from August onwards, peaking in September. The orphanage originally planned to pick and sell the hibiscus in September, but due to the damned thick fog, the flowers would die around the orphanage if they weren't picked soon.

Tom glanced at the few remaining flowers in the basket that were still in decent condition and sighed.

Others who time travel are transported to ancient fantasy worlds or worlds of immortals and heroes.

He found himself transported to London.

That's right, he's a time traveler.

In his previous life, Tom started studying in junior high school, studied his way up to the city's top high school, then got into a prestigious 985 university, and finally landed a job at a large company.

Tom started as a junior employee and continued working his way up.

at last!

He strangled himself to death...

Tom travels back to London in 1991 and awakens a system, but this system leaves him completely bewildered.

Name: Tom Riddle.

[Occupation: Wizard]

Age: 11.

Title: None.

[Close Combat Skills LV.1: 224/300]

[Language Proficiency LV.1: 200/300]

[Animal Affinity LV.1: 110/300]

Tom has a panel where he gets a rating every time he learns something, and he gains experience based on that rating.

What Tom couldn't understand was—he was a wizard!

What about witchcraft? What about magic?

Tom would always look around before going out, but he never saw anything that was even remotely special.

After spending a month exploring the world, Tom came to the conclusion that this was a world of mortals.

“Tom!” Seven-year-old Misha tugged at Tom’s arm. “Not a single flower has been sold.”

Misha looked dejected, her eyes drooping: "What a waste of these flowers."

He looked at the hibiscus in the basket, his voice low.

Although the number is small and the flowers are not particularly beautiful, each one was made by their little hands.

"What's the pity?" Tom picked up a hibiscus flower and put it in Misha's hair. "If we can't sell it, we can't sell it. Let's go back to dinner. This flower is for you. It's nice, like a little angel."

Misha was a girl whose alcoholic father abandoned her and her mother. Soon after, her mother also gave up on Misha, saying that with such a money-losing daughter by her side, she couldn't find a boyfriend and couldn't rebuild her family.

Misha was initially dejected after entering the orphanage, but her mood improved considerably after Tom talked to her, and she became Tom's number one little follower.

Misha touched the hibiscus in her hair, and a smile returned to her dejected face:

"Tom, do you know about modern British history? I mean... modern British history, you know, the wars, the economy, honor and stuff."

Tom shook his head.

I know absolutely nothing about modern British history.

"It's a pity. The Middle family's little princess is looking for a tutor in modern British history. If you knew about modern history, we wouldn't need to sell flowers anymore, and our income would be much higher and more stable."

After saying that, Misha pouted and said, "But if we knew those things, we wouldn't be staying in the orphanage."

Tom laughed loudly, patted her on the shoulder, and told Misha that he would go underground to box and support them.

evening.

The children who came back from outside finished their dinner around 8 p.m.

The children climbed onto the bed.

Tom returned to his room.

Unlike the other children who lived together in one place, Tom rented out the entire small warehouse.

He needs to study and exercise at night so as not to disturb others.

That's right, even after time-traveling, Tom's inherent "King of Curry" physique remained unchanged.

Open the book!

[You have completed one training session. Rating: Average. Close Combat Skill +3.]

[You have completed one training session. Rating: Average. Close Combat Skill +3.]

[You have completed one training session. Rating: Average. Close Combat Skill +3.]

After several rounds of practice, Tom was covered in sweat.

As night fell, Tom returned after taking a cold shower. The old guard dog was already asleep, and only his small storeroom had a faint light flickering in the entire orphanage.

Tom turned off the light, closed his eyes, and decided to wait until tomorrow to talk about it.

……

the next day.

"Hermione—!"

The woman's anxious voice was tinged with a hint of doting affection.

Tom rolled over and covered his ears with the blanket.

The bed had a fragrant scent, and the blankets were large enough to cover the feet even without curling up.

But Tom still instinctively shrank back, curling his back into a "G" shape.

Feeling a sharp object touch his back, Tom thought he had bumped into a wall and moved forward a little.

A furry thing tickled his neck, and Tom opened his eyes.

The aroma is now even stronger.

where is this?

Tom's drowsiness vanished abruptly, and he looked around in surprise.

Various thick books were piled up haphazardly at the head of the bed, and a pink quilt was embroidered with a cute cartoon otter.

The fragrance in the bedding was like the milky scent of a young girl.

Tom looked down and the first thing he saw was his own long, curly hair falling in front of his eyes.

Along with this, his thin, small hands also came into view.

Is this my hand?

What happened to all that biceps training I did?

Tom reached up and touched his stomach, then lifted his shirt.

Why have my abs all become one?!

Where did my little Tom go?

No!

How did I become a woman?!