Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Is it *Aconitum carmichaelii* or *Aconitum vesicatoria*?

Hermione was speechless; this wasn't written in the book.

"As for Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum davidii, they are the same plant, collectively known as Aconitum, understand? If you can't recognize this plant, you'll be poisoned to death in the laboratory!"

Hermione quickly lowered her head: "I understand, Professor."

"Then why didn't you write it down? Were you waiting for me to take notes for you? Also, I've told you many times, call me Professor Snape!"

Hermione swallowed hard, feeling the pressure from Snape. She quickly jotted down her thoughts, not daring to disobey him.

"what is this?"

“Professor Snape, this is a dung bead, a type of stone taken from the stomach of a goat, which can be used as an antidote.”

Without Snape saying a word, Hermione had already taken note of it—even though she knew the name of the thing.

“What do you need to make cough syrup?” Snape shook his head. “Come here. I hope you’ve been studying hard these past few days. If you haven’t wasted your time in the library, you should know how to make it. It’s written on page 62 of a book called ‘100 Basic Potions.’”

Fortunately, Hermione had bought the book when she was in Diagon Alley, and she remembered the recipe.

Add 2 drops of water from the River of Oblivion to the crucible and heat it...

"You've heated it for a full 21 seconds, why haven't you started stirring yet?"

"Counterclockwise? Does the book say to stir counterclockwise? Clockwise! Tom, your stupidity has successfully wasted a whole pot of herbs!"

"Why did you only put in one part valerian? Don't you know you should put in two parts?! This pot of herbs is ruined, start over!"

Hermione was struggling under the pressure; she bit her lip tightly, her jade-green pupils glowing red.

"Tom, I'm warning you, this is the last time I'm warning you, if—if you dare let a single tear fall from these eyes, I will expel you from school without hesitation!"

Go back to your orphanage and live with your friends!

Now, pour out the waste medicine and start over!!!

“Yes, Professor Snape.” Hermione bit her lip tightly, not daring to contradict Snape. She took a deep breath and poured the potion back into the potion.

The second batch of medicine was ready, and this time Snape didn't say a word the entire time.

"Now, drink the medicine you made." Snape looked at Hermione. "Right now!"

Chapter 10 I'm going to hide the Galon I've earned.

The medicine was dry and had a strong bitter taste.

Hermione knew that this bitter stuff couldn't be sipped slowly, so she drank the entire bottle of medicine in one gulp, her brows furrowed.

Seeing this, Snape snorted coldly, "You can leave now."

"Professor Snape?"

"I'm telling you to leave now, immediately! Right now! I'm busy and don't have time to waste talking to you here. Do you want to disrupt my experiment?"

Hermione had no choice but to leave the laboratory.

However, she felt her throat was much clearer. Although the medicine tasted terrible, it was still effective.

Around noon, Hermione went to Hagrid's place to give the magical creatures a haircut.

Her movements were clumsy, like a child getting a haircut for the first time. Hagrid found it a little strange, but didn't think much of it, figuring it was normal for a child to forget things from time to time.

Hermione accepted Hagrid's payment—one Galleon—and earnestly thanked him while clutching the Galleon in her hand.

She vowed to hide Galon well this time—it was money she had earned herself!

That's 1 Gallon.

Hermione counted on her fingers, realizing that if she came every day, she could earn 7 Galleons a week!

That's 15 Galleons a month!

But where would be the best place to hide this money?

Or maybe we should quietly bury it somewhere on campus.

Hermione hid the Galon in her pocket, intending to bury it seven days later.

……

Uh……

Tom looked at the "diary" in his hand and thought Hermione's daily life was so monotonous.

Eating, reading newspapers, studying... the cycle continues.

Can't she just go out and chat with someone? Living alone for so long will ruin her.

No wonder Hermione's interpersonal skills are so poor.

Although he practiced all day long, Tom felt that his interpersonal relationships never suffered. He met Hagrid, Dumbledore, and occasionally Filch and his Mrs. Lorris on patrol at night, as well as Snape, who shared a dormitory with him.

Tom silently categorized Hermione as a "poor kid".

However, Hermione wrote in her diary that she must go to Diagon Alley to register for the "Youth Magical Exchange Competition (sponsored by Lockhart)".

Tom knows Lockhart well.

When they reach their second year, this conman wizard will become their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Diagon Alley was no stranger to Tom; he had a good memory and could remember the way he had walked after just one visit.

Flourish Blotts.

Tom saw many young wizards, and a photographer from the Daily News standing at the back of the crowd with a camera pointed at a person standing on the stage in the front row.

Gilderoy Lockhart.

Lockhart, draped in a flamboyant gold robe and spitting as he spoke, declared, "This magical exchange competition is sponsored by me, Gilderoy Lockhart!" He spread his arms wide, basking in the adoring gazes and cheers of the young wizards below.

Lockhart knew he was popular and started boasting.

He recounted his encounter with a werewolf a few years ago, and how he had met an evil basilisk while in school...

The competition was only mentioned at the very end.

The grand prize for the competition is a complete set of Lockhart's books, personally signed by Lockhart, along with a solo photograph of him.

The eyes of the few female fans standing nearby sparkled.

"I also want Mr. Lockhart's complete autographed collection!"

“Good heavens, there will definitely be a lot of young wizards participating. Mr. Lockhart said that only those under the age of 13 are allowed to participate, and we are already past that age.”

The red-haired family stood nearby, very excited.

The woman excitedly patted her son on the shoulder: "George, you need to get some exercise, go and participate in this competition!"

“Mom, I’m Fred.” The child shrugged.

“Alright Fred…you and George go together, I’ll prepare a big dinner for you at home.”

“No…” George paused for a moment, “Perhaps you could let Ron and Ginny participate; they’re not even 13 yet.”

Molly put her hands on her hips and looked at George with ill intent: "Darling, you should know that Ron won't be able to enter Hogwarts for another month, and Ginny won't be able to enroll until next year. How could they possibly—I mean, they are definitely not as good as you in terms of magical skill right now."

However…” Molly turned to Ron, “Ron, you should practice too. There are rarely opportunities to cast spells in front of so many people; this will give you a head start in your Charms class at Hogwarts.”

The Weasleys stood out in the crowd, not because the woman had many children, but because of their red hair.

Compared to the black and gold hair of other wizards, the Weasley family's red hair is like a small sun, especially now that they are gathered together, it has become a huge sun.

"Oh my god, hurry, registration has started! George, you two go quickly!" Mrs. Molly pushed her three children in a stroller. "You must bring the championship back!"

George and Fred are twins who are almost indistinguishable in appearance.

The two shrugged simultaneously.

"Mom's gone mad. With so many people, how could it possibly be our turn?"

“Exactly, exactly.” George sighed. “Fine, for the sake of good food this week, go for it, Ron. The responsibility of winning the championship is in your hands.”

Ron, the shortest of the three, gaped: "Me? You two are insane! I haven't even started school yet! I haven't learned a single spell from the textbooks!"

"We'll tutor you this week, hahaha!" The twins laughed together, their mood instantly brightening at the thought of being able to openly torment their younger brother.

Tom was at the very back of the line, and he waited until everyone in front of him had signed up before he went up to sign his name.

Tom saw several familiar names when he registered.

Including the Weasley family, there are also Cho Chang and Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy?

Why did this arrogant guy get involved in this mess?

Tom found it somewhat inexplicable.

The match was scheduled for Wednesday, three days from now. Tom yawned and left in front of everyone.

She had no interest in staying any longer to listen to Lockhart's boasting, especially since he would also promote his own books afterward.

"Hey, little angel!" Lockhart's voice suddenly rose on stage, "Little angel, are you in a hurry to leave?"

Tom stopped and looked at Lockhart in surprise.

I?

"Yes, it's you, my little angel. Please come up to the stage."

Surrounded by the crowd, Tom reluctantly walked back.

"Little angel, may I ask your name..."

“Hermione Granger,” Tom said, his name spoken amidst the stares of the crowd.

“I know you must have been nervous in front of so many people, but it’s okay, because I’m here with you, the legendary Lockhart!”

Lockhart puffed out his chest: "I saw you registered on the competition form. You're the youngest participant I've ever seen. Are you a freshman this year?"

“Uh… I’m almost a first-year student—sir, I’m only 11 years old and haven’t started school yet.”

"My goodness! You are such a young and brave man. You will definitely be as successful as me in the future."

Like you? Never mind then—Tom thought to himself.