Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"That's it?" Snape asked.

"What else is there? Do I need to prepare a wine glass for myself and pour fine wine into it as a prerequisite?"

I feel that the creation of magic is all about seizing the right opportunity. Once that opportunity arises, a flash of inspiration can create new magic.

Snape waved his hand, interrupting Tom; he didn't want to hear any more.

Tom's words meant nothing to those foolish wizards; they would only hear...

Wow, Tom is amazing.

Wow, Tom is awesome!

Wow, Tom is the most amazing wizard!

But... Snape was different.

He also created magic; the Shadowstep spell was created by Snape.

Only those who have created magic themselves know how difficult it is.

Snape couldn't even remember how much effort and time he had invested in the Shadow Spell, including a huge amount of Galleons.

The moment the magic was successfully created, Snape even felt like he was going crazy.

That opportunity also made Snape feel for the first time that he was standing beside Dumbledore and that he was capable of serving as the headmaster of Hogwarts.

But in Tom's mouth...

Creating magic seemed effortless and simple for Tom.

Moreover, in some ways, Tom's magic is more difficult than Snape's!

After all, that's domain magic.

Snape tried to imagine what would happen if war broke out in the wizarding world one day, and twenty people learned Tom's magic.

Not too many, twenty will suffice!

Those twenty people standing in front formed a magic wall, which no one could break through.

Snape rubbed his eyes.

He felt he must be too tired today to even doubt his own talent.

The half-blood prince's talent is undeniable.

"Well done." Snape's words were almost floating; he was barely able to control his emotions.

"Professor, your hands seem to be shaking."

Snape: "...I fought someone today and got a little injured, nothing to worry about...I don't need your help either. Stop rummaging through your pockets. I don't want to see you pull out any potions, it would make me feel ashamed!"

Tom chuckled awkwardly and stopped rummaging through his backpack.

Snape took a deep breath to calm himself down before saying, "Next, you'll have to work hard to perfect this magic. It might not be that easy."

Many wizards have attempted to create magic, but what you've completed is merely a prototype. Do you understand?

After Tom nodded to show that he understood, Snape continued, "Next, you should perfect it, completely perfect it. Some people spend more than ten years to perfect their magic, some even spend decades or almost a hundred years. Of course, the Half-Blood Prince... that guy you once saw in the magic book, he took a year."

Tom chimed in, "The Half-Blood Prince is amazing. I wish I could be as amazing as him."

"There will be opportunities; it all depends on one's own efforts and the opportunities presented."

In terms of effort and talent, you're no less than him, in fact... you're quite a bit better. But when it comes to opportunity, it's hard to say.

Tom nodded: "I will try my best."

“Alright, if there’s nothing else, you can leave now. Ever since I brought you back, I’ve felt several unfriendly eyes on me. Remember…” Snape suddenly grabbed Tom by the collar, looking directly into Tom’s eyes, “Don’t get too involved.”

"Professor Snape... what are you saying?"

“I said, marriage is too early for you. It’s not appropriate to set a wedding date now. You don’t know what your fiancée will become in the future.”

Tom: "?"

"That's all I can tell you. Get lost. Just remember to send me five potions every month to make sure your potion-making skills don't drop. That's all."

"Ok."

Even after leaving Professor Snape's office, Tom was still pondering what Snape meant by his fiancée.

When did he get a fiancée?!

Suddenly, Tom's eyes were covered by a pair of small hands.

The shadow's voice came from behind, quietly and softly, like a tiny flower emerging from the frozen snow in winter.

"Tom, guess who I am?"

Chapter 115 Mysterious Magic

Guess who I am?

Tom paused for a moment: "Oh, of course I know who you are... Misha, right?"

Shadow: "...It's pretty close. Guess again?"

"Then it must be Hermione, Hermione Granger. You can take your hands off her now."

shadow:"……"

"Why are you suddenly silent? Could it be that it's not Hermione, then it's Senior Zhang Qiu? Or..."

The shadow released its grip and looked into Tom's eyes with ill intent: "Tom, just how many sisters do you have?"

Tom didn't answer the shadow directly, but smiled and said, "So it's Miss Isabel. Actually, I guessed it was you from the beginning."

Tom's smile made it impossible for Shadow to tell whether he was teasing her or genuinely hadn't recognized her...

But in any case, the names Tom mentioned must be real!

He flirts with so many girls every day!

No wonder the orphanage rarely visits.

Shadow walked beside Tom with her hands clasped behind her back, saying nothing, a slight pout at the corners of her mouth.

“I’ll stay with you tonight, but I’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning.” Tom broke the silence first. “Isabel, what do you think of life at Hogwarts?”

“It wasn’t that great—” the shadow drawled, “Compared to studying magic and potions at Hogwarts, I actually preferred my days at the orphanage, back then every morning…”

The shadow described to Tom many aspects of their previous lives.

However, in that era, the main character was not the shadow, but Misha.

"Caught you!"

Just as Shadow was describing their past with great expression, a girl came running up, panting, and grabbed Tom's shoulder.

"Hey, Isabel, good evening, it's nice to see you."

Shadow: I don't want to see you, Miss Hermione. You've disturbed my time with Tom.

Despite thinking this to herself, Shadow still managed a forced smile: "Hello, Miss Hermione."

"Tom, I want to bet you!"

After greeting the shadow, Hermione looked at Tom and pointed a finger at his nose: "Let's have a duel like wizards!"

If I win, you'll have to obey me—do whatever I tell you to do for the entire day, without resistance!

Tom tilted his head and asked, "What if you lose?"

“Same!” Hermione puffed out her proud chest. “But I can’t possibly lose. Come on, Tom, let’s find a place. Isabel, can you be our witness?”

Isabel was somewhat surprised.

She didn't know what Hermione meant.

Did she think that by deliberately losing to Tom, he would order her to get engaged to him?

What a delusional woman.

"Of course you can. You can go back. Tom just had a big fight with Professor Lockhart, and the territory there can be reused."

"No, that's not some wizard's duel. Come and have a wizard's chess match with me, Tom!"

Hermione clenched her fists, a wanton smile spreading across her face.

She prepared for this day for a whole month!

For the past month, she has been fantasizing about the day she will defeat Tom, even in her sleep.

She had even already figured out what punishment she would give Tom!

Now... the opportunity has come, today is the day to defeat Tom!

Today, they will determine the winner!

"Wizard chess?" Tom was surprised Hermione used that word and asked, "Are you sure? Isabel heard everything, don't worry if you lose..."

"I'm sure!"

Hermione answered without hesitation.

You think you can intimidate Tom with psychological tactics?

But it didn't work!

……

Twenty minutes later.

Best of three!

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Best of five!

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Best of seven!

Best of nine!