Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

How can you be so carefree!

Is it because Hogwarts is on holiday and this kid wanted to find a place to practice but couldn't, and he was reluctant to use the materials at home, so he came to provoke old Kenny?

Old Kenny had clearly seen what Tom was doing, and his face turned pale and then red: "These herbs didn't just fall from the sky. If you can't refine them, I hope you'll pay the Gallon price for the herbs!"

"Of course, if you can't produce it, I'll go to Hogwarts and ask your Professor Snape for it!"

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Tom glanced at old Kenny. “But if we really could do it, this shop… wouldn’t require such a huge price.”

The potions I concoct will be stored in your shop for sale, and the Galleons I earn will naturally be yours. However, I need a small reward, is that alright? You don't need to exchange the reward for Galleons; just leave it here. I might come back later to collect some materials.”

"What's wrong with giving you everything if you can do it!"

Old Kenny still didn't believe it.

A wizard who seems to have a slight understanding of potion-making, accompanied by a wizard who has never learned how to make potions at all... If they can actually make them, then I'll give them to them!

This shop can be given to them!

Tom lit the fire, beginning the first step of the potion treatment.

Commonly known as boiling water.

During the waiting time, Tom taught Ginny how to distinguish the medicinal herbs again.

Tom taught everything in great detail, from distinguishing the medicinal herbs to the temperature of the liquid in the crucible.

The wizards watching had never seen anything so detailed before.

Back when they were at Hogwarts, they mostly followed the books, but no beautiful girl taught them step by step.

Some people even had an idea in their minds...

If only she had taught us potions back then!

Even small ones are cute.

Seeing bubbles rising in the crucible, Tom clapped his hands: "Ready, Ginny?"

Ginny perked up immediately: "Me? Is this enough? I've only just learned those things."

"That's enough. As I just said, potion making is actually that simple. Identify the ingredients, remember the heat, and put the ingredients into the crucible at the right time. The hardest part is taking them out when the potion is ready."

Tom even joked, "Ginny, do you know how many steps it takes to put a troll in your bedside table?"

Ginny shook her head.

"Three steps: open the cabinet, put in the troll, close the cabinet, and we'll begin. This is your first time making a potion; I hope it will give you a good memory."

Ginny jumped up: "Me? Hermione, what are you talking about? I'm just helping you."

"No, I just thought about it and I feel that it would be good for you to do the refining. Alright, the time has come. Put the deer antlers in now."

Chapter 101 Priceless Treasure (4k)

Ginny wanted to say something more, but seeing the serious expression on Tom's face, she could only put the portion of antlers that Tom had just drawn into the crucible.

"Okay, now start stirring clockwise 12 and 1/4 times."

How many laps is this?

Ginny stumbled along, muttering to herself with each turn.

"1...2...3..."

When it came time to reach the amount, Tom reached out and took Ginny's hand: "That's enough, baby. Stop now. Put down the star anise plant, not the star anise grass. The difference is that the plant has a light fragrance, but the star anise grass doesn't."

Star anise often has some animal blood on it because its environment differs from that of other medicinal plants. Star anise has sharp thorns and typically grows along roadsides, so some adult animals might ignore it and end up getting a cut. "Take a gentle sniff; don't worry, you can find it."

Ginny quickly picked up the herbs on both sides and gently sniffed them.

Sure enough, she recognized it.

With a joyful expression, Ginny placed the star anise plant into the crucible.

"Hmm... No need to move it, no need to stir it. You can process the dung stone now. You need to chop it up. I believe you can do it. If you think the dung stone is too hard, you can pour two drops of morning dew on it, which will soften its surface."

"Won't this affect the quality of the medicine?"

Tom smiled and said, "Of course, potion making is like life. It seems like you can't take any wrong turns, and it seems like your life will be ruined if you take the left turn, but that's not actually the case."

Whether it's life or potions, his margin for error is very high. Let's begin.

Tom was completely absorbed.

If Ginny makes even the slightest mistake, he will go up and correct her.

As for what I just said... of course, it was just some comforting platitudes for Ginny.

Potions cannot be wrong, not even a little bit!

Anyone who has ever concocted a potion knows that it's no different from walking a tightrope blindfolded; one mistake and everything falls apart.

As for dripping dew onto dung stones...

In the end, the dew will be poured into the crucible anyway, and two drops of dew are just enough for the dung stone to be completely absorbed, so it's not a mistake.

But any more than that won't do.

Ginny did everything as usual, putting the chopped dung stones into the crucible.

“You can start stirring now. This time it’s counter-clockwise. You need to put the spoon to the bottom of the pot first, and then lift it up… Hmm, just to this position.” Tom guided Ginny’s arm as she worked.

"Counterclockwise, it will stop when I say stop."

……

"Who is that girl? She seems to have a real understanding of potions?"

A few people in the crowd were whispering among themselves.

“I don’t recognize him. My son is in his second year at Hogwarts. He’s never seen this person before. He’s only heard him mention a name, something like Tom…”

"Tom? I don't know him, and I don't know him either, but he really does look like someone. Could he really be a Potions Master?"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding wizards all turned their heads and looked at the middle-aged man who had just spoken with the eyes of someone looking at a fool.

Potions Master...

Other kids don't know what a Potions Master's level is, but you don't?

"No... Why are you all looking at me like that? Think about it, if you were to make such a difficult potion with such a small child, could you make it?"

And didn't you notice? From the very beginning, Hermione was distracted helping the child next to her control the heat; the temperature changed three times, remaining at the critical point the entire time.

"You know what... I really didn't notice."

After this person mentioned it, they noticed that Tom was waving his hand over the flame from time to time, sometimes turning the flame smaller and sometimes turning it larger.

That's a temperature value that requires precise calculations to obtain.

No, it's not just about calculations; it requires thousands upon thousands of experiences concocting potions to complete, and to do it with the same skill as her...

Everyone lowered their heads.

They realized they couldn't actually do it.

Could this guy have actually been right?

Could that Hermione really be a Potions Master?

Such a young Potions Master? What a genius has appeared at Hogwarts!

They opened their mouths and swallowed.

……

Ginny was already drenched in sweat.

The flames beneath the crucible brought her considerable heat, causing beads of sweat to constantly appear on Ginny's forehead. Coupled with the surrounding pressure, she was genuinely afraid of making a mistake—even though she had already made many mistakes before.

Whenever Ginny makes a mistake, or is about to make a mistake, the gentle "Hermione" behind her will reach out her arm, lift Ginny's arm, and then very calmly and gently tell Ginny what to do.

Ginny didn't sense any resentment or impatience from Hermione; her inherent gentleness made Ginny feel warm even in winter.

She felt she was falling in love with Hermione, even though Ginny didn't know what "love" meant.

He was referring to the kind of "love" that adults men and women experience when they get married.

"Calm down, take a break, I've poured you some water." Tom handed the water glass to Ginny.

"Oh, thank you." Ginny took a sip of water and was about to continue working, but Tom stopped her.

The sleeve gently brushed across Ginny's forehead and lightly patted the tip of her nose, wiping away the sweat.

The two were very close, and Ginny could clearly smell Hermione's scent—a faint jasmine fragrance mixed with a pleasant milky scent, which made her face flush slightly.

However, Hermione also had a scent of dry earth that wasn't hers—it was her own scent.

After all, Hermione had been sleeping with her all these days.

"Alright, we can continue. The next step is..."

Tom is patient and kind.

Although his kindness and patience are not for everyone, Tom is able to offer that kind of patience to a cute, obedient, and not at all arrogant child.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

London winters are cold, and light snow is falling.

The wizards who had been standing outside watching also went inside the shop and found a place to sit.

Several old wizards who were quite knowledgeable about potions were now clicking their tongues and shaking their heads.

Hogwarts produced a genius Potions Master.

Yes, Potions Master.

Potions Masters of this age are absolute geniuses.

Whatever his grades are in other courses, that doesn't matter!

The potions course alone would be enough to feed her for a lifetime.

Many wizards spend their entire lives and never achieve what this child has accomplished.