Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Professor McGonagall, help! There are cannibals on campus!!!"

Professor McGonagall grabbed the student: "Take me to see."

Professor McGonagall and she walked into an empty classroom and saw chicken bones scattered all over the floor. Suddenly, a pain shot through her head.

Is this what Dumbledore meant by "...a little thing Tom might do"?

No, if you're going to eat, then find a safe place where no one can find you. Why do you have to eat in an empty classroom?

Although this classroom has been unused for a long time.

And couldn't you use magic to clean up after you finished eating? Tom, with your superb magical skills, is it so difficult to clean up a few chicken bones!

"Everyone, calm down and go to your classrooms. Class starts in twenty minutes, and I don't want you to be late." Professor McGonagall glanced back at the crowd who were still watching the drama unfold, then squatted down.

It smells... pretty good.

Just then, Professor Sprout was also drawn by the students' noise.

“Professor Minerva… Oh dear! Something terrible seems to have happened. Mr. Hagrid, you take the children and leave. I need to clean up the scene here.” Professor Sprout crouched down, his face serious.

"Professor Pomona, good morning. What kind of late-night snack did you have last night?"

Professor Sprout coughed and said, "I was a little hungry, so I ate at the cafeteria."

Did you eat that in the cafeteria?

Professor McGonagall roared inwardly.

I can smell the roast chicken on you!

It was clearly that bastard Tom who brought all these prepared things to the greenhouse late at night for you to try!

but……

Why did you get to try it but not me?

Although it's inappropriate for me, as the most law-abiding person at Hogwarts, to do this... couldn't Tom have made up a reason? For example, he could say that he bought the chicken himself, then he would have a reason to eat it!

What a despicable brat.

We absolutely cannot let Tom break the rules next time.

Professor McGonagall coughed. "We must catch the culprit behind this."

Professor Sprout nodded seriously: "Indeed, we must catch the murderer. We can't let him be so arrogant. Does he really think Hogwarts is a pushover that anyone can bully?"

"Professor Pomona, you should at least wipe the grease from the corner of your mouth..."

Professor Sprout turned his head away, and when he turned back, the dirt was gone from the corner of his mouth.

"Professor Minerva, I'm sorry you had to see this. Perhaps last night's late-night snack was just too delicious."

Professor McGonagall: "..."

A bunch of bastards!

As McGonagall left the classroom on her way to her office, she saw Professor Snape on the road.

This guy also smells like roasted chicken!

Despite the strong herbal scent emanating from Professor Snape, it couldn't mask the delicious aroma of salted meat!

"Professor Minerva, you seem to have been watching me the whole time?" Snape asked Professor McGonagall, puzzled. "Is there something on me?"

"No..." Professor McGonagall could only grit her teeth and deny it.

She realized she was wrong.

Perhaps I should have been kinder to Tom from the beginning.

Flitwick seemed to have eaten something delicious last night; he's all smiles today...

Even that annoying Professor Lockhart smells nice!

Professor McGonagall felt like an outsider who didn't belong.

Where is Tom?

At least come and bribe me.

You give it to other professors, why not me?

You don't treat me like a professor, do you?

Back in her office, Professor McGonagall suddenly raised an eyebrow.

She saw Tom standing respectfully in front of her desk.

It's finally my turn!

Chapter 131 A Love Story in Hogsmeade Village [Part 1]

"Tom, I'm very busy today. What brings you here?"

Tom coughed. "Professor McGonagall, I saw a lot of students gathered outside a classroom today. That classroom must have been unused for a long time. Is something wrong?"

"Oh, some devil came from who-knows-where and killed several roosters in the school, and even cooked and ate them in that classroom. Tom, do you have any clue about this? Actually, there's something I don't understand. You said... the ones who could do something like this in school must be students with strong magic skills, right? Why... didn't they clean up after they ate?"

Leaving so much debris on the ground—is it an attempt to put pressure on the school, to let others know what they've done? What good does that do them?

Professor McGonagall, you can just call me by name. There are no outsiders here...

Tom silently complained to himself.

Professor McGonagall gave Tom a meaningful look: "Tom, can you guess why they did this?"

"Uh... I'm just guessing. It's very likely that after the thugs entered the school, they got hungry and grabbed a few roosters to eat. And coincidentally... um... when they were halfway through eating, Mr. Filch happened to pass by the door and was almost discovered, so he had to run away quickly."

Professor McGonagall, you know that although Mr. Filch is a Squib, he has Mrs. Lorris by his side. Mrs. Lorris has a very keen sense of smell.

"I see. They were so careless."

“Yes…” Tom’s shoulders shrugged. “By the way, Professor, I made some potions the other day and made a little money. I bought a few chickens and made some salt-baked chicken, the kind from my hometown. Would you… like to try some?”

Professor McGonagall remained silent.

Tom found a clean corner and put the salt-baked chicken down.

"There's one more thing, Professor McGonagall. I hope you'll agree. One of my roommates has been scammed, and I need your help!"

"How did you get scammed?"

Tom immediately said, "Professor, you should know that Professor Snape has been making a lot of people write self-criticisms lately."

Professor McGonagall muttered to herself.

Don't you have any idea why Snape made people write self-criticisms?

If you go to class, will he be so irritable?

Now you're coming to me to demand an explanation?

"But those inspections all seem to have been carried out by the same person."

"You did this?" Professor McGonagall couldn't help but ask.

After she finished speaking, she realized that she had broken her promise and quickly coughed twice: "Ahem, what I meant was, there's something else?"

Could the person who did this be a chicken thief as well?

Tom held up three fingers: "I swear this has nothing to do with the chicken thief, absolutely nothing. It's probably the chicken thief's roommate... friend, I mean friend."

Professor McGonagall, getting back to the point, my roommate works diligently every day to earn Galleons.

He helps people write self-criticisms, charging only 1 Gallon for a 5000-word self-criticism! What an incredibly low price!

And recently I discovered that my roommate wasn't earning Galleons for himself, but to help a female senior student live a more comfortable life in Hogsmeade. I was almost moved to tears when I heard this, but... I feel like there's something fishy about this.

Professor McGonagall, what do you think...? Could my roommate have been scammed?

"How should I know? How do you want me to help you?" Professor McGonagall finally cracked a joke. "Do you want me to transform into one of you young people and go to Hogsmeade to pretend to be your roommate's girlfriend?"

"..."

Professor Catgirl, please be mindful of your age.

“Professor McGonagall, I actually prefer that he go and see for himself.”

"Oh? You're a second-year student now, right? Your roommate should be a second-year student too." The catgirl professor decided to play dumb and pretend not to know what Tom meant.

"Professor McGonagall..."

"Tom..."

“Professor McGonagall, I would like to take him to Hogsmeade Village!” Tom declared.

“You can’t go. You’re just second-year students, as I just said. And… Tom, you don’t have a guardian.”

Professor McGonagall took a sip of her hot tea and placed the teacup on the table.

For the first time, she found it somewhat interesting, tapping her fingers on the table as she looked at Tom with a smile.

Very good, Tom.

What should you do next?

She felt that as long as she held firm and refused to budge, Tom would have no way to get her to agree.

“Professor McGonagall, we will not encounter any danger in Hogsmeade Village, and my guardian will take me with me.”

"You mean Professor Snape? I'm sorry, Professor Snape may not be available."

“No, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, look out the window.” Tom pointed to the side.

Outside the glass window, a huge head was staring at Professor McGonagall.

It was a dragon's head.

The dragon's vertical pupils blinked, and its enormous claws waved at Professor McGonagall, as if to greet her.

"..."

Don't say it.

With this thing around, there's really nothing that can threaten Tom's safety.