Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

—Use this when you're fighting Voldemort for three hundred rounds.

The rest of the time... naturally, he doesn't need it, as Tom's current proficiency in magic is enough for him to support his daily life.

Half an hour later, the two of them had a hearty meal. After they were full, Draco told Tom that he must go home that night and then left the place first.

He felt completely out of place here.

Tom ignored him.

Fire Dragon Gara stopped sleeping and kept glancing at herself, looking just like she was looking at food.

So, Draco left.

He was worried that Galo might bite him when Tom wasn't looking.

Big dragon, big dragon, chewing, chewing, chewing...

Draco returned home to find his large, empty villa deserted... or at least, devoid of anyone to keep him company.

He felt a pang of loneliness.

Are we going to the Weasleys' house again today?

After thinking about it, Draco decisively gave up on his idea.

Going there every day, isn't that a bit too obvious?

What if Hermione finds out? That wouldn't be good!

I have to hide it very carefully.

So...where to go?

Hogwarts?

It's the holidays now, so there don't seem to be many people at Hogwarts.

Draco suddenly slapped his thigh hard.

Oh right, how could I have forgotten about Professor Snape!

Now that Tom isn't at Hogwarts, wouldn't I be able to continue being a carefree emperor at Hogwarts again?

As long as Tom isn't around, I'm invincible!

……

Hogwarts.

"Isabel, how many times do I have to tell you?!" Snape still had that angry expression—he seemed to show this expression to every student who made a mistake.

However, I haven't been angry for a long time recently.

There's no way to pretend to be angry.

After all, Tom's expertise in potions... was almost on par with his own.

Even if he wanted to nitpick, he couldn't find fault.

Tom's skills, both in operation and in controlling the heat, are textbook-worthy.

However, Isabelle, this shadow of Misha, allows him to find the feeling he had when he scolded Tom.

Snape was secretly pleased.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I... I don't quite understand why this potion turned out burnt."

"I've said it many times, the control of the heat must be precise enough!"

If you're just making a regular potion, you can lower the temperature, but I hope you don't have that idea. The perfect heat for this potion is right at the edge! You just raised it by a full 0.37 degrees, why didn't it burn?

Perhaps you should learn from Tom; Tom would never make a mistake in something like this.

Shadow pouted unconvinced.

"Now, what are you waiting for? Why don't you throw the potion away again? Refine it for me!"

In the potions lab, Snape's roars were very annoying.

Shadow had already cursed Snape a thousand times in his mind.

But when I think about how he is Tom's teacher, and how I need to learn from him... only by learning from him can I become a wizard as powerful as Tom in the future.

Thinking about these things, Shadow felt relieved.

Tolerate!

A great wizard is forged through patience!

The door to the potions lab was suddenly pushed open, and Snape's gaze immediately turned towards it.

Of course, the shadow didn't move, because here, if one were even slightly distracted, Snape's grumbling and swearing would immediately fill one's ears.

She doesn't particularly enjoy being scolded...

Of course, if Tom were to scold me... then that would be acceptable.

"Professor Snape, it's been a long time."

Snape looked over and stared coldly at the man: "Malfoy, what are you doing here at this hour?"

“Uh…” Draco scratched his head. “Professor Snape, I didn’t expect you to be so busy right now. And this is… I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

"It has nothing to do with you."

Draco felt a slight tremor in his heart.

Is this what Professor Snape would say to himself? Why is he so cold... It's just like... just like how Tom was when he was around, so indifferent to him!

Is that right?

Who is this person?

Upon closer inspection, it actually looks quite pretty.

Unlike Hermione's beauty, this person... is kind of cute.

"Malfoy!"

"Yes!" Malfoy, feeling guilty, immediately stood up straight and respectfully replied to Snape.

"Stop looking, get out, immediately. Or do you want to practice potion-making here too?"

Draco scratched his head: "Can I?"

"come over."

Fortunately, Snape's love for him remained unchanged.

But it only lasted for a short period of time.

Because Draco discovered that Professor Snape had become even more ruthless.

……

"Foolish fellow, your IQ is high enough to sit at the same table as a troll!"

……

"If Isabel can learn it, why can't you? Do I need to repeat a simple operation a second time? Clockwise! Stir clockwise!"

……

"The heat... never mind, you probably have no hope of becoming a potion master. You should just turn the heat down, that way at least you won't waste the herbs."

Draco: "?"

After being subjected to a barrage of insults from Professor Snape, Draco felt he had come to the wrong place.

Fortunately, Snape got tired of yelling and went out to get some water, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

Professor Snape just said that this person's name is Isabel?

Draco adjusted his collar, which made him look more aristocratic.

"Miss Isabel, are you also a first-year student?"

Shadow looked at the man with a puzzled expression.

That's so rude of you! How can you start a conversation with someone like that? Can't you see I'm busy?

"No," Shadow replied in a nasal tone, without even glancing at Draco.

"Are you a second-year student? That's strange. Besides Tom, is there anyone else who's so close to Professor Snape?"

Upon hearing the keywords, Shadow's eyes immediately lit up: "I haven't enrolled yet; I'm just here to learn some theoretical knowledge of Potions from Professor Snape in advance."

theory……

This is clearly hands-on practice!

Draco was speechless; his lips twitched.

But the thought that this lovely girl will be my junior in school in the future...

I'm getting excited!

"My name is Draco Malfoy, and I'm a first-year student. Um... I'll be a second-year student once you enter the academy. Feel free to ask me anything you don't understand in the future."

“That’s not important,” Shadow interrupted Draco. “You know Tom, do you know him? What’s he like at school?”

Why are you so concerned about Tom?

A question mark slowly appeared above Draco's head.

Could it be that... Tom's destructive power has become that strong?

Even girls who hadn't enrolled in school had heard of his name.

Envy of everyone!

Draco nearly ground his back teeth to powder.

Why was De born when Tang was already here?

"Of course I know him. Tom is staying at my house now, and I see him every day."

“Great!” Shadow wiped her hands. “Excuse me, if I have time in the future, may I visit Tom? Uh, I mean, may I come to your house?” Shadow extended her hand. “My name is Isabel Riddle.”