Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

He was wearing a single-rimmed pair of glasses—it seemed he had just come upstairs to get that.

Trying to look cool?

Tom muttered to himself, but when he glanced at Draco, he was surprised to find a faint magical aura emanating from the monocle.

Cheating!

Someone cheated!

Then don't blame me for being ruthless.

Just as Draco picked up the chess piece, Tom suddenly said, "I just went to the bathroom."

Draco's fingers suddenly paused: "Oh."

"The toilet doesn't flush automatically."

"..." Draco remained silent, but still put the chess piece down.

Tom made his move, and it was Draco's turn.

After finishing his move, Tom continued, "The toilet doesn't flush automatically. I searched for a long time but couldn't find a flush button, so I had to use magic to flush it."

I didn't hear the flush at all, so you didn't flush after you used the toilet, right?

Draco choked on his own saliva and coughed uncontrollably: "What nonsense are you spouting? How could I possibly be that kind of person!"

"Then tell me, how did you flush it?"

“I…” Draco’s lips twitched slightly. “I didn’t go to the bathroom at all. I just washed my face. I was a little tired. What’s wrong with washing my face?”

Do you really need to rinse your face after washing it?

Tom, I really hate your inquisitive nature! Hermione never does that! Can't you read the room? When someone doesn't want to talk, you should just stay quiet!

Tom said "Oh," and then asked again, "So why did you wash your face? Was it because you were under too much pressure playing chess with me and you were sweating?"

"Oh no! Surely the mighty Draco wouldn't lose to a half-blood wizard like me who's only been learning wizard chess for less than an hour?"

"You wish!!!"

The battle lasted for twenty minutes.

This battle wasn't Tom's battle, but Draco's battle.

He lost.

Draco stared at his hands in disbelief.

He patted his face.

It must be because Tom talked too much during the chess game, interrupting his train of thought!

"No talking. Remaining silent while playing chess is the most basic wizarding etiquette. Let's play again!"

Fifteen minutes later.

Draco: "Again! Don't breathe so loudly, your breathing will disturb others!"

Ten minutes later.

Draco: "Again! I don't believe it. Pull your foot back a little. You almost kicked me just now, which caused me to make the most crucial mistake!"

Five minutes later.

Draco isn't coming.

He discovered that Tom's chess skills would improve dramatically every time they played.

This guy has gone from an ordinary wizard to a wizard chess master.

He was even able to participate in wizard chess tournaments!

Genius, is this what genius is?

Draco took off his glasses and sighed, "I'm tired. Let's stop here for today. Hey you, come out here and take Tom to his room to rest."

Before Tom could speak, Draco had already gone upstairs.

His movements were like those of a walking corpse; the grand villa's golden staircase gleamed, yet it brought Draco no joy whatsoever.

Once inside the room, Draco placed his glasses on the table and held his head in his hands.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

He had experienced this feeling of powerlessness once before.

It happened at a competition organized by Mr. Lockhart.

At that time, I also relied on external forces.

It's commonly known as "opened".

Using these glasses, Draco was confident that no one in the entire Hogwarts… no, the entire wizarding world, anyone his age, or even his father’s age, even those who had studied wizard chess for a long time, would be his match!

The monocle can directly help him make choices, allowing him to clearly see the path Tom can take next and to deduce ten steps ahead!

But despite all that, he still couldn't do anything about Tom.

Fiasco.

And the more they fought, the more devastating their defeats became!

How could such a person exist in the world?

Not only is he handsome, but he is also highly skilled in magic. Not only can he master spells, but he can also learn difficult things like potions clearly. He even won the favor of Professor Snape.

If it's just about being good at studying, that's fine.

Why is he so good at Wizard Chess?!

Draco slapped his cheeks twice, trying to calm himself down.

No, I must have made the wrong choice.

It was wrong from the very beginning!

I shouldn't have chosen Wizard Chess!

For these clever wizards, Wizard Chess only requires a certain amount of time to learn, and once they know the rules, they can quickly get started.

I should choose something that doesn't require much brainpower, like... winning by skill and speed!

Tom probably doesn't play games much, so...

hum.

Draco planned to take a short nap first, and then take Tom out after he woke up to teach him a lesson!

He just didn't believe that Tom could really do everything.

It's impossible to get started in one go, understand it in two go, and master it in three go!

Draco finally overcame his inner demons, and he lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling in the sky.

Draco hadn't rested much today because he had to pick up Tom, and now that he finally had some free time, he felt exhausted the moment he lay down. Before long, he fell asleep.

……

the other side.

Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic is having a meeting.

Their meeting was about the future of Hogwarts.

Voldemort?

That matter was already discussed and resolved in a five-hour meeting last night.

The result was—to disregard everything.

Those idiots at the Ministry of Magic are stupid; they don't realize how powerful Voldemort is at all.

After all, Voldemort has already died once, so how much strength can Voldemort, who has not yet been resurrected, have?

However, it's just a roadside path; if Voldemort really jumps out and causes trouble, just kick it aside.

As for why no one went to help Voldemort when he appeared at Hogwarts...

The people at the Ministry of Magic knew how to comfort themselves; they thought it was because Hogwarts hadn't informed them.

If they were to learn of Voldemort's appearance, a few Aurors would be enough to subdue him, and might even be able to bring him back to Azkaban.

That's right, it's all because of Hogwarts. If it weren't for their unauthorized actions, they would have been able to bring Voldemort back this time.

"boom!"

The small hammer slammed on the table, and an elderly man from the Ministry of Magic stroked his beard as he spoke: "Regarding the naturally dark sorceress Misha and her shadow, what do you think should be the verdict?"

“Arrest her and lock her up in Azkaban. This girl might become the next Voldemort. We can’t let her grow up.”

If Dumbledore is determined to protect Misha, then remove him from his position.

Among the crowd, the older wizards whispered among themselves, discussing whether the statement was reasonable.

“I also think she should be arrested to prevent future problems. Rather than her growing into a qualified wizard, or an excellent and kind wizard, I would rather believe that she will become an evil bastard.”

Lucius frowned.

No wonder Dumbledore wanted to take Tom into his home and even gave him special instructions: "Tom is the wizard who defeated Voldemort. He is the youngest and most talented wizard. Don't underestimate him because of his young age. His mastery of dark magic and spells is no less than that of an ordinary Auror."

It turned out to be like this...

Lucius sighed.

Dumbledore must have guessed that this meeting would happen.

If he agrees to kidnap Misha here, he might not be able to sleep soundly for the next few days... no, for the next few months.

Misha is Tom's sister; he could easily punish himself for being a sinner and then rescue Misha from Azkaban.

Of course, this is all predicated on Tom actually having the power to defeat Voldemort.

Was this Dumbledore's gamble?

Lucius rubbed his eyes, feeling a pressure descend from the sky and weigh him down.