Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"What's the name of this house-elf?" Tom asked Draco.

Draco shrugged. "Who knows? I certainly don't. Maybe you could ask my father?"

House-elves are slaves; they are slaves at heart. If you treat them well, they will only make you hate them. I usually ignore them.

"Once you enter the wizarding world, you should understand these things, Tom. Do you know the difference between a wizard and a house-elves?"

Tom shook his head.

"Wizards are human beings. From the day they are born, humans know joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. They will reject all kinds of things that are bad to them, and they also have all kinds of emotions. Once oppressed, wizards will bravely charge forward and break the cage!"

But these little elves didn't even dare to put up the most basic resistance; they deserved to be slaves to humans forever.

Dobby trembled and bent over as he listened to these words.

"Dobby, Dobby will always be a slave."

“Shut up!” Draco glared at Dobby. “I told you, don’t speak when I’m home. Just hearing your voice makes me sick.”

Dobby fell silent, and this time he did not speak.

He looked at Draco with fear, then at Tom with a look of longing for redemption.

Only by getting to know Tom will you realize how gentle he is.

Dobby was genuinely grateful to Tom, and after putting Draco's shoes away, he quietly withdrew.

"Hmm..." Draco frowned, resting his chin on his hand as he pondered intently.

The idea was to let Tom experience life in the wizarding world.

But what do people in the wizarding world do on a daily basis?

It doesn't seem like anything special.

"What do you like to do on weekends?" Draco asked.

"Learn spells, practice spells, practice potions, learn as much as you can without dying."

After hearing Tom's answer, Draco fell silent again.

Where did this "King of Rolls" come from?!

What does it mean to study until you drop?

Do you consider yourself an animal?

Even livestock get tired!

Could it be that Tom actually has troll blood in his body? Is that why he can maintain such a high level of study without feeling tired?

Draco shook his head, trying to clear his mind of those thoughts.

"Never mind, do you know how to do some of the social entertainment that wizards usually use?"

These are very important in the daily interactions among wizards. After all, not every wizard is like the pedantic professors at Hogwarts, who simply sit there chatting with you every day, or pouring you a pot of tea and chatting leisurely.

Tom honestly shook his head: "Not really, or rather, I have no idea what kind of entertainment wizards have."

"For example... Wizard Chess, you know?"

Tom nodded, then shook his head: "I've heard of it, but I don't know the rules and I've never been in contact with it."

Where Tom couldn't see, Draco's lips curled into a slight smile.

Good, good, we've finally found something Tom isn't good at.

In other words, in this field, I can outshine Tom!

Today, let Tom see what a real wizard is!

Chapter 91 Draco: "You haven't even fought since you started?" (4k)

Oh, so I'm actually pretty strong after all...

Draco scratched his head, then placed his last piece, delivering the decisive blow to Tom.

Draco's lips curled up, revealing his pride without any restraint: "You still need to practice, Tom. Wizard chess is a very important social skill. In the eyes of wizards, if you can't even play wizard chess, then you're not a qualified wizard!"

Especially those wizard nobles, they would even go out of their way to learn and train in wizard chess, all in the hope of one day making a name for themselves.

You know Lockhart, right? He's one of the most famous novelists of modern times, and his skill in Wizarding Chess is also quite impressive. At his level, not knowing Wizarding Chess would be considered shameful.

Draco seemed to have found some weakness in Tom, and began to talk at length.

As they started the second round, Draco kept nagging and complaining.

So much so that Tom felt Draco was more annoying than the little elf.

In the second set, Tom lost after a hard-fought ten minutes.

In the third set, after a grueling twenty minutes, Draco was starting to get nervous.

right?

This guy really doesn't know how to play?

His gaze lingered on the chessboard.

Fortunately, the game ended in a draw.

Draco, sweating profusely, said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Once in the bathroom, Draco gripped the sink with both hands and looked at himself in the mirror.

Sweat had already formed on Draco's forehead, and he hurriedly wiped it away with his sleeve.

Didn't you say you didn't know how to download it?

This is only the third game!

Tom didn't even know the rules in the first round, but by the second round, he seemed to know the general rules.

In the third game, he was actually able to hold his own against me!

Draco gasped for breath, banging on the wall beside him: "Damn it."

I really want to know what these people's brains are made of!

Why should all my hard work over such a long time be defeated by Tom in half an hour?!

I! Am! Not! Accept! This!

Draco looked around, then suddenly remembered something and left the bathroom to go upstairs.

"Draco!" Tom suddenly called out to Draco from below.

"What are you doing?" Draco glared at Tom menacingly. "I'm going upstairs to get some things and I'll be right back. Set up the chess pieces and wait for me. Now that you know the rules, I'm going to go all out!"

"No, that's not what I meant." Tom pointed to the toilet next to him. "Didn't you just forget to flush?"

Draco: "..."

His face turned green.

I just washed my face, why did I need to rinse it off?!

“Foolish fellow, that’s why Professor Dumbledore sent you to our pure-blood wizarding home to see what we wizards do with our tools!”

He can flush it himself.

Holy crap, that's awesome!

Then I'll have to see how high or low it is.

Tom got up and went to the toilet.

Release the water.

The water release is complete.

Tom looked at the toilet.

Where's the flushing? What happened to the automatic flushing feature?

Do I have to use some kind of magic?

Tom looked at the toilet; there didn't seem to be any buttons on it.

Dobby, help me.

Dobby the elf appeared beside Tom and asked, "Master Tom, is there anything I can help you with?"

"How do I flush this?"

Press here.

Tom: "...Won't it flush automatically?"

"No, sir."

That wretched Draco, how could he be so unhygienic?

Tom cursed inwardly, then rinsed the water and patted Dobby's head: "It's great to see you here, little Dobby. I'll find a way to give you a chance to be free."

A glint flashed in Dobby's eyes, but he quickly concealed his thoughts: "Master Tom, there's no need for that. Dobby is just a slave, and he will be a slave in the future. Dobby just wants to live a good life, and that's enough. Besides, Dobby is quite happy here."

Of course it's fake.

Dobby is a little elf who longs for freedom; he is the freest little elf.

Dobby just felt that if Tom helped him, he might get into a lot of trouble.

The Malfoy family is no ordinary wizarding family; they have pure blood, and if angered or tainted, these people will go mad.

Dobby didn't want Tom to be in that predicament.

He shrank back: "Lord Tom, you just need to enjoy the life of a wizard. If there's anything you don't know, Dobby will teach you... No, Dobby doesn't mean to be condescending. Dobby just wants to help Lord Tom."

"I know, it's okay. There's always something to learn from others. I'll ask you for help if there's anything I don't understand."

After leaving the restroom, Tom and Draco sat back down at the chessboard.

Draco took a deep breath and began to play chess.

His movements were faster and more aggressive than before. He seemed to be thinking for no reason. After finishing his game, he stared into Tom's eyes, waiting for his opponent to make his move.