Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Notebook: "To be honest, I did pretty well at Hogwarts. If there's anything you don't know... you can ask me."

I wouldn't presume to say much, but I'm proficient in magic up to the seventh grade, and I can be your teacher.

"Then...please tell me, what kind of magic do you want to learn? This isn't a transaction between us, but a normal exchange between friends who share the same name. I hope I can help you, Little Tom."

Without any hesitation, Tom wrote down a magical name.

Tom: "Avada Kedavra".

Aside from this magic, he has learned almost everything else.

Notebook: "Avada Kedavra? Little Tom, you should know what kind of magic that is. I think at your current level... what grade are you in?"

Tom: "Second grade."

Notebook: "It's too early. Although this magic is very powerful, it is also extremely evil. I don't recommend that you learn this magic. It cannot be used on wizards, otherwise you will be caught by the hateful Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban."

However… if you just want to learn how to use it for self-defense, I might be able to teach you, but you have to promise me you won't use it in front of others.”

The fish has taken the bait.

Tom's lips curled up slightly.

In Voldemort's eyes, he might have taken the bait, but Tom knew that it wasn't him who had taken the bait, but rather that fool Voldemort.

After seeing the other party's reply, Tom closed the notebook and put it in his pocket.

Let him ignore it for a few days!

Tom has no desire to be a lapdog.

He knew all too well that he couldn't chat with his laptop for long periods of time.

The more you talk, the more the other party gains the upper hand.

Tom is a vigilant child who will keep the initiative firmly in his own hands.

Back in his dorm, Tom stuffed his laptop under his bed, knowing no one would bother to rummage through it.

This place is safe.

After doing all this, Tom left the dormitory and went to the Room of Requirement.

He saw the Mirror of Eris.

What that "master" needs is right here.

Tom closed his eyes and silently chanted a spell.

The scene blurred for a moment, and Tom felt his body float in the air. When he opened his eyes again, he was already in the thick fog.

At the top of the wizard's tower, the witch propped her head up and looked at Tom with amusement: "You've found the Mirror of Erised, why don't you go look in it?"

Tom: "I'm afraid if I see a handsome guy, I'll be so handsome that I won't be able to sleep tonight. Senior, how do I bring the magic mirror to you?"

"It's simple, just draw runes on the ground. You can bring your things with you, but will you actually do that? You seem to be having a good chat with that tattered notebook. You're not trying to negotiate with me, are you?"

The witch was quite interesting.

She licked her lips, wanting to hear what Tom would say.

She hoped this guy would be somewhat interesting, at least asking her for something fun.

If Tom makes a pointless request, she'll immediately send him back to her own world.

"I've been waiting for you to say that, senior. Please marry me."

Witch: "?"

"I could, but I doubt your female confidantes would agree. I think they'd chop your head into eight pieces the size of a watermelon."

Seeing the other person joking, Tom chuckled: "No, it shouldn't be that big, especially my two sisters, they'd probably chop me into mincemeat."

Tom coughed. "Alright, enough of that. Senior, I have a question for you. Do you know how to destroy this thing?"

Tom took out Voldemort's notebook.

Those were Voldemort's Horcruxes.

When she saw that thing, a barely perceptible glint flashed in the witch's eyes.

"A Horcrux? I never thought there would be someone who would give up their dignity for immortality."

Chapter 119 Second Year

A look of disdain appeared on the witch's face. She took the notebook from Tom as if it were something disgusting, and immediately threw it back to Tom, refusing to touch it.

"If you want to touch this thing, touch it yourself, don't throw it at me!"

I hate these things. I can't even imagine what I'd become if I used too much of them. Someone I know created Horcruxes before, but she committed suicide after creating her sixth one.

Six Horcruxes?

Tom raised an eyebrow.

Keep in mind that even Voldemort only created seven Horcruxes. Who is this guy the witch is talking about?

"Senior, why did he commit suicide?"

“It’s her!” the witch emphasized. “Oh, you probably don’t know yet.” The witch snorted. “For you ignorant little brats, strength is everything, but for us… strength, so-called high-difficulty magic, is nothing but a ridiculous joke. We don’t need to care about it at all.”

As long as you live, your magic will eventually reach a top level, but... beauty won't do. For a woman, beauty is the most important thing. After my friend created her sixth Horcrux, she was neither human nor ghost, and she couldn't see any human features at all. She couldn't bear the torment and committed suicide.

But this guy had too many Horcruxes, so it was impossible to kill them all. In the end, I had to beg him to destroy all of them before he could finally send her on her way.

As she spoke, the witch glanced at the notebook in Tom's hand: "So, throw that thing away. I don't want to see it. Horcruxes are the most detestable things!"

I watched my friend transform from a beautiful blue-haired girl into a noseless old monster. It was awful.

Tom said "Oh," and shoved Voldemort's Horcrux into his buttocks.

“I’m warning you, if you also want to create Horcruxes, then get out of here now. I don’t want such ugly monsters around me.” The witch pointed at Tom.

Of course, all four hands were pointing at Tom.

Looking at the four hands, Tom wiped away imaginary sweat from his forehead.

After spending some time with the witch, Tom got a general idea of ​​what kind of person she was.

If I had to say... this witch's power is unfathomable.

In terms of strength, she was the most powerful wizard Tom had ever seen; even Merlin and King Arthur could not compare to her.

As for Professor Dumbledore or Voldemort—neither of them are even worthy of being compared to the witch before them.

"You must have another purpose for coming here today, right?" The four-armed witch crossed her arms and gave Tom a reproachful look. "If someone else had stumbled upon this place by chance, they probably wouldn't have come back after that one visit."

"You're quite something, acting like you're not afraid of us at all."

Tom: "I'm not really afraid... Senior, I'd like to learn a magic spell from you."

"Say!"

"Avada Kedavra".

The four-armed witch rested her chin on her hand, carefully considering the name Tom had mentioned. After a long while, she silently shook her head: "Never heard of this name. What era of magic is this?"

"Uh, probably a few hundred years ago, maybe even a thousand years ago?" Tom scratched his head.

Visibly, the witch's eyes turned disdainful: "Don't bother me with modern magic. I'm not interested in the magic of your time!"

Perhaps you could try going to Merlin; that old man with the white beard loves exploring new things.

"Merlin seems to have gone mad again. He hasn't spoken to me since he saw me enter this area for the first time. Arthur seems to only know a few kinds of magic. I mentioned Avada Kedavra to her once, but Arthur had never heard of that name."

The witch nodded: "That's normal. Think about it, how much time did Merlin spend searching for this realm, and how much time did you spend seeing a child who is just over ten years old solve the problem that has plagued you all your life, and now he's standing right in front of you... Anyone with real power would go crazy."

As for Arthur… you should know how stubborn she is. She firmly believes that her magic is the best in the world, with only Merlin being slightly stronger than her. So of course, she's not interested in your magic. As for me…

I'm already dead, what I should be doing now is rest! I don't want to waste any more energy learning new magic!

You've already asked me to teach you other things. In terms of Occlumency, you should have reached the top level in this world by now! You should also be at the top in Potions and Herbalism by now. I hope you won't bother me again unless it's absolutely necessary. Go back and study some books, research how to take care of your body. Look at those dark circles under your eyes; you'll regret it later."

After saying this, the witch sat on her throne and ignored Tom.

In her opinion, Tom was ruining his body—he had a face that everyone envied, but he didn't take care of it at all and instead stayed up all night practicing magic.

Does he want to end up looking like Merlin in a mess in the future?

What a fool!

"Take the Mirror of Eris with you next time you come back; I need it." The witch waved her hand and saw Tom out of the area.

……

After a moment of confusion, Tom reappeared in the Room of Requirement, with the Mirror of Erised right in front of him.

He waved himself in front of the magic mirror to make sure that Tom could only see himself in it and didn't see anything strange, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

To this day, Tom still doesn't know who the witch really is.

The only thing we know is that she is the owner of the Mirror of Eris.

A master who controls "death" could even be considered a god.

Tom scratched his head and turned around.

As soon as Tom turned around, he saw another old man with a white beard.

Professor Dumbledore appeared behind Tom like a ghost, his smile as bright as ever, looking at Tom with a half-smile: "Tom, you've been standing here in a daze for a long time. Did you see something in the Mirror of Erised?"

“Uh…no.” Tom shook his head. “Just spacing out.”

"That's good, that's good." Dumbledore patted Tom on the shoulder. "Tonight is the first day of school for new students, so don't be late."

In the new semester, I hope you can find something you want to do. I don't want you to be too confused, because that will make you feel like a headless fly and waste your time at school.

"The break I gave you last semester... you should already understand how pure-blooded wizards live, right?"

To be honest, Tom didn't know.

Because he hadn't spent much time with Mr. Lucius during the last semester's holidays.

He often spent time with fire dragons and learned how dragons lived.

Eat or sleep.