Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

And... Tom must return those two hundred pounds; that's money he earned through hard work!

Hermione is very efficient and immediately set her alarm for tomorrow.

The next morning, Hermione got out of bed and changed into the plaid long coat that Tom had bought for her.

She stuffed a few books into a suitcase and hurried away.

It was noon when Hermione found the Saint Redia Welfare Home.

Stepping through the familiar gate, Hermione saw a group of children carrying bowls, chasing and playing with each other as they walked towards the food and lodging.

The children were all smiles and in a great mood.

Except for Misha.

The warehouse door, which had been tightly shut, was now wide open, and the warehouse was empty.

At this time, Tom should be tutoring Sheen in magic.

Hermione went inside.

"who are you?"

Hermione looked at the child whose name she couldn't recall but who seemed somewhat familiar: "I am Hermione Granger. I wrote to Tom before."

Upon hearing Tom's name, Misha, who was in the distance, suddenly snapped out of her daze and ran quickly toward Hermione, taking large small steps.

Do you know where Tom went?

"Tom isn't here?" Hermione raised an eyebrow, her expression changing slightly.

“He went to Hogwarts, went to school. I want to talk to Tom, but I don’t know where Hogwarts is…” Misha was very frustrated, looking like a little angel about to cry.

Hermione suddenly stopped.

She looked at the tears welling up in Misha's eyes and swallowed hard. "Tom just went to school. Hogwarts will have holidays. He'll be back for Christmas, Easter, and summer vacation."

Misha counted on her fingers, calculating how much time was left until the holiday.

“I…I brought you some things this time.” Hermione put down the box she was carrying. “Tom told me you didn’t have any books, so I brought some books from home that might be suitable for you right now.”

Hermione put the box down and opened it in front of Misha; it was full of books.

Dictionary, plant cultivation methods, The Count of Monte Cristo, Hamlet, calendar...

“You…” Hermione paused, looking at the smiles on the children’s faces, and swallowed her words back. “Read more books when you have time. It will be useful.”

“Thank you, Hermione.” Misha was delighted. She hugged the calendar and circled the holiday Hermione had mentioned.

Hermione smiled at Misha, left the suitcase behind, and departed.

Tom is no longer at the orphanage, so there's no need for her to stay any longer.

“Hermione, it’s lunchtime, why don’t you stay and have some?” Just as Hermione was about to leave, Misha stopped her. “Hermione, are you and Tom very close? When I look at you, I feel like I’m looking at him.”

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly realized, "We're not close, he just owes me money."

“Tom…how much does he owe you? I have—I mean, Tom and I are very good friends, I can help him.”

Hermione didn't expect Misha's answer. She paused for a moment, then rubbed Misha's head and said, "No need. Tom is an adult now. He'll pay me back, and I'm not in a hurry."

Once you go to Hogwarts, there will always be a chance to meet again.

I just don't know if that damn identity swapping will continue.

Unable to resist the children's kindness, Hermione stayed for a meal before leaving.

Instead of going straight home, Hermione went to Diagon Alley and wrote two letters to Hogwarts School.

One letter was for Tom, and the other was for Professor Dumbledore.

After doing all this, Hermione returned home.

Sitting at the table, Hermione looked at the incredibly detailed annotations in her textbook, and for some reason, Tom's face came to mind.

"Calm down, Hermione!"

She slapped her face a few times: "Stop thinking about that person! Calm down! You need to focus on your studies. Other people aren't Muggles; their parents are wizards, and they've been learning magic since they were little!"

Hermione was 11 years old when she began to learn about magic. Before that—before Professor McGonagall appeared in front of her—Hermione did not believe in the existence of magic.

……

Hogwarts.

Tom stood by the window, gazing at the lush green scenery in the distance.

A small giant was in the distance, and Tom could see his figure clearly even from a great distance.

He was called the Little Giant because although the man was large, he wasn't quite a giant—he was about three meters tall.

Rupert Hagrid.

Tom remembered the other person's name.

Hagrid, who was in the distance, seemed to sense Tom's gaze and turned to look in the direction of the library, but in the blink of an eye, Tom had disappeared.

Back in his seat, Tom's eyes no longer looked tired.

Magic, continue!

night.

"Repairing Charm!" (Restored to its original state!)

[You have completed a spellcasting session. Rating: Common. Healing Spell +10.]

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

[Language Proficiency LV.1: 200/300]

[Animal Affinity LV.1: 110/300]

[Levitation Spell LV.2: 322/1000]

[Fire-starting Spell LV.2: 310/1000]

[Softening Spell LV.2: 300/1000]

……

With the final spell cast, all of Tom's first-year magic reached level 2.

Tom's LV.1 proficiency level allows him to successfully use magic.

At LV.2, Tom's proficiency improved dramatically—his levitation spell can now levitate eight five-inch-thick books at the same time!

A fleeting sense of joy crossed Tom's mind.

Among first-year students, I am probably considered to be quite proficient.

But—that's not enough!

Tom's goal was never to be the top student in the first grade, but rather—Voldemort!

That ugly guy with the same name as me, who has no nose... Maybe he used to be a little handsome, but now he's definitely an ugly monster.

Voldemort is Tom's target.

Tom dared not stop until he had taken down Voldemort.

Tom glanced at the time; it was almost eleven o'clock. He grabbed his books and hurriedly left the library.

He didn't want to get a scolding from Snape.

But when Tom returned to the dormitory, Snape still glanced at him: "Tom, you were only five minutes away from being late. I hope you can come back a little earlier next time!"

No, I hope... there won't be a next time!

Tom said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I was worried you hadn't had dinner, so I brought you some food on my way."

Snape suddenly stopped talking, looking at Tom with some hesitation—or rather, at Tom's jade-colored eyes and the smile on his face.

Snape snorted and turned back to continue studying his potions.

After a long pause, Snape finally spoke, "What did you bring back?"

"Pizza, sir."

“Call me Professor Snape! Tom, if you do it again, I’ll throw you out!” Snape pointed to the bookshelf beside him. “And don’t try to curry favor with me!”

Tom: "I understand, Professor. I'll put it on the table. It shouldn't be in your way, right?"

Snape did not answer.

After putting down the pizza, Tom lay on the bed and continued reading the Potions textbook he hadn't finished. He didn't even know when he fell asleep.

the next morning.

5: 30.

Tom got up.

The dormitory was empty; Snape was nowhere to be seen.

The pizza wasn't in its original spot; it had disappeared.

Chapter 8 The Arrogant Snape

Tom has a habit of writing down his tasks for the day on a piece of paper every morning after he wakes up.

Physical exercise is essential, and even after entering Hogwarts, Tom did not give up exercising his body, which was his daily "morning exercise" to clear his mind.

37…38…39…40!

Unlike London, Hogwarts doesn't have a park, let alone a horizontal bar.

Tom found a big, thick tree, climbed up it, and started doing pull-ups.

After finishing 40 pull-ups, Tom released one hand, waved his wand, and used the Levitation Charm to slowly float his body to the ground.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" As soon as Tom landed, a burly shadow blocked his view.

The massive body behind him was like a small mountain; Tom had to look up to see the other person's face.

Rupert Hagrid?