Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

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—She just wanted to learn Tom's usual habits.

Tom is a strange person. When he has nothing to do, he will go out to feel the cold wind or look at the ordinary scenery outside the window.

At that moment, Hermione thought Tom was a fool.

Why is he going out in such cold weather?

Less than half an hour later, Draco came out of the bathroom. He carefully sniffed himself to make sure there was no smell of alcohol, and then he felt relieved.

"Draco, do you have paper and a pen? I want to write a letter."

"Of course I have it. Wait a moment, I'll go get it for you."

Back in her room, Hermione sat at the table, thought for a long time, and finally put down her pen.

Halfway through writing, Draco walked in from outside.

He didn't knock, so the moment he pushed the door open, Hermione's hand trembled, leaving a large ink stain on the paper.

But she didn't care about that and quickly hid the papers on the table behind her back.

"Excuse me, excuse me, perhaps I should knock on the door."

"Don't you know you should knock?" Hermione gritted her teeth.

“But I rarely see you so out of sorts,” Draco coughed, changing the subject. “Were you writing a letter? To…your lover?”

Hermione: "No!"

"Oh, sorry, I'll knock next time. Here's some fruit, Tom. Please don't tell my father about my drinking."

"I see!"

Draco then went out the door, but standing behind it, he looked back with some curiosity.

Tom's expression just now, he must be a lover!

Even if they're not lovers, they must be the people in your heart!

Draco was very curious about who Tom was writing to.

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Draco waited outside for a long time, then quietly hid himself away.

After a while, Hermione came out of the room, walked to the door, and opened it.

With a whistle, Mirora flew down from above and landed in Hermione's hand.

“The Weasleys, to Hermione Granger, where he awaits a reply.”

The owl received the message, flapped its wings, and flew into the sky.

After doing all this, Hermione returned to her room to rest.

Draco, who was hiding in the shadows, covered his mouth.

He felt like he had heard something he shouldn't have heard!

It was Hermione!

It's Hermione!

It's Hermione!!!

Did Tom actually have those kinds of feelings for Hermione?

That makes sense, though, since the two were childhood sweethearts (supposedly), and Tom even pulled Hermione into a dance in front of everyone at Christmas.

That seems... normal.

Even a stone should be moved at this moment.

Draco didn't sleep a wink that night; he couldn't figure out where he had gone wrong.

Are Hermione and Isabel destined to be failures for their entire lives?

A ray of light just appeared before my eyes—Isabel.

The light slipped through my fingers before I could even grasp it.

Draco stared wide-eyed until the birds outside the window began to chirp, and finally fell asleep.

Meanwhile, at the Weasleys' house.

A fluffy owl landed by the window.

Tom saw the owl by the window and made a shushing gesture with his finger to his lips—he was worried the owl would wake Ginny.

Tom hurried downstairs and took the letter off the owl's leg.

Annoying Tom:

Seeing this is like seeing you in person. I'm Hermione...

Stop rambling on!

Tom ignored all the useless nonsense and looked at what Hermione really wanted to say.

[balabala... You annoying guy! Why didn't you continue writing in your diary? How am I supposed to know what to do after transmigrating here?! At least tell me what you've been doing these past few days!]

And why didn't you mention that Draco was going to confess to Isabel? He even dragged me there! Do you know how embarrassed I was?

I hate you (a large ink stain appeared).

Tom scratched his head.

What's with that big ink blot? Did your true feelings spill onto the paper?

But as for the diary... he really had forgotten about it.

Should we make it up to her now? Send Hermione to the Momo Mountains?

Forget it.

Hermione doesn't have the expertise to care for magical creatures, and Tom is more worried that she might accidentally anger the dragon than to take care of it.

And those ancient characters on the wall...

Tom doesn't plan to let Hermione come into contact with those things at this stage.

Leave the dangerous stuff to me!

As for the significant increase in strength after completing the training... well, don't worry about that.

"Hermione, is this a letter from a friend?"

"Hmm—" Tom responded.

Ms. Molly also gets up very early every day. She seems to value time very much, as if she is afraid that the world will end if she gets up a few minutes less.

"I'm so envious. When I was your age, I also had many friends at school. Every holiday, we would rush to write each other letters."

Even though we're far apart, we can still feel the care from our friends, right, Hermione?

"Yes, Ms. Molly, you are right."

He would be happier if Hermione hadn't used words like "annoying Tom".

"Do you need paper and pen to reply?"

Thank you, ma'am.

She brought out paper and pen. Ms. Molly was a very caring lady; she didn't peek at what Tom was writing. From a distance, Ms. Molly prepared today's breakfast.

After Tom finished writing and mailing the letter, Mrs. Molly came upstairs, grabbed Ron by the ear, pulled him down, and made him eat breakfast.

Ron always looked tired and couldn't muster any energy.

Seeing this, Ms. Molly became even angrier and uttered her famous line.

"Look at Hermione!"

……

The letter arrived at the Malfoys' house.

Hermione excitedly took the envelope and read it while eating her breakfast sandwich.

She was completely unaware that Draco had just come out of the bathroom and was quietly passing behind her.

Draco glanced at the contents of the letter casually.

He saw nothing but the beginning of the letter.

【Dear Tom Baby:】

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