Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Hermione was drawing circles on the calendar.

According to the body swapping system that occurs every seven days, they are still in their respective bodies during the Sorting Ceremony on their first day at Hogwarts—the swapping doesn't happen until the third day.

"Bang bang bang—" An owl knocked on the window, and Hermione opened the window and invited the owl into the house.

That was a letter she sent to Hogwarts—a letter to Tom.

When she went to Diagon Alley to write a letter to the owl, she felt like a lion in a zoo.

Many eyes were on her—Hermione Granger was the champion of Mr. Lockhart's contest.

Hermione was tired of those looks; all she wanted to do was give Tom a good beating!

I've already sacrificed so much, why would I take away Mr. Lockhart's signed book? That was my only source of joy!

Upon opening the envelope, Hermione immediately saw the name of the person who had replied.

Huh? Why is it Professor Dumbledore replying...? Tom has already left Hogwarts and is now at St. Redia Asylum?

Today is the day to beat Tom up!

I'm going to give Tom a good beating before school starts!

But just as Hermione was about to act, she suddenly remembered something—could she win?

Can I really beat Tom?

Could I possibly beat Tom, who won the Lockhart tournament? And with Tom's tough, muscular body, maybe... no way.

Maybe... I should find an opportunity to ask Tom where he put the thing, just in case I just haven't found it yet? Tom bringing Mr. Lockhart's book wouldn't help anyway, he doesn't like Lockhart...

Hermione! Your friend is here to see you!

Hermione packed her things and quickly went downstairs: "Okay."

It's those two annoying, nasty people again.

"Granger, you look cool today too! Want to hang out sometime?"

Hermione raised her hand in refusal: "Sorry, I'm busy today. School starts soon. Don't you guys have any homework to do? Why are you so free every day?"

Hermione's expression was unpleasant, and she looked at the two of them with some hostility.

The two exchanged a glance; Hermione was in a bad temper again today.

They discovered that Hermione seemed to have two personalities, sometimes with a fiery temper, and sometimes with a gentle nature.

One of them liked the hot-tempered Hermione, and the other liked the gentle one...

"Granger, we've finished our homework."

"Then let's start studying in advance!" Hermione said, carrying her schoolbag and walking towards Diagon Alley.

After getting in the car, Hermione arrived at the Leaky Cauldron.

This place always seems to be bustling with activity, with lots of people.

In the crowd, Hermione spotted a pair of brothers with red hair. The brothers tried to greet Hermione, but Hermione had seen plenty of people like that—because she was the champion.

To get to Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione needs to buy an owl—she's been finding owls increasingly important lately, as they would allow her to contact Tom anytime, anywhere.

Tom is a cheapskate too. He has Galleons, but why won't he buy an owl? Maybe he's angry because he hid the Galleons he earned...

Okay, but that makes sense, those are Galleons he earned himself!

Eeyra Owl Shop – an owl shop located on the north side of Diagon Alley where you can buy owls and all sorts of food and supplies for them.

Hermione chose a white snowy owl as her owl.

It was about two feet long, and when its wings were spread, it was a size larger than Hermione's small head.

Hermione named her new pet: Mirora.

She originally wanted to name him Tom and treat that pesky kid like her pet, but Hermione thought that she would need to spend a lot of time with Mirra in the future, and if she really named him Tom, she might take out her anger on Mirra instead of Tom.

Hermione was carrying a birdcage, and a blond boy was standing not far from her.

The boy combed his hair back and looked at Hermione with a hint of disdain.

"Draco, what are you still looking at? It's time to go." The boy heard his father's call and nodded. "Yes, Father."

Hermione Granger, a Muggle girl, has been exposed to magic for no more than two months.

And in those two months, she actually won the championship.

Cheating! It must be cheating!

Why was young Malfoy so sure? Because he cheated.

Despite cheating, he still couldn't surpass Hermione Granger in either casting speed or skill.

“You’ve been staring at that girl the whole time.” Lucius Malfoy was looking straight ahead, but he was talking to his son.

"She is Hermione Granger."

Hermione...

The familiar name flashed through Lucius's mind; he seemed to have seen it frequently lately.

Where was it again...?

He saw the newspaper from Flourish and Blotts, with Hermione's picture and name prominently displayed at the top.

I remember now.

"Don't bother me with such trivial matters!" Lucius said sternly, enunciating each word clearly. "You should know what you're doing now, and you should know what I'm going to do!"

"Yes, Father, but I think... perhaps, as you say, Hermione might interfere with us at Hogwarts?"

Lucius frowned.

After a while, they returned home.

Dobby.

A little creature tumbled and crawled to the Malfoys.

The little creature wasn't very tall, only about 4 feet, and was a head shorter than Draco, who was 11 years old. Its green eyes, the size of tennis balls, didn't dare to look directly at the two people in front of it, and its large, bat-like ears drooped down.

Dobby's clothes were completely unpatched, the tattered garments were left open, and he might freeze to death outside in the winter.

These are house-elves, slaves of wizards—or so they believe themselves.

“Master, Dobby, Dobby is here.”

Lucius looked at the elf kneeling before him and casually said a few words to it.

……

London.

Hermione was handing food to Mirola with her fingers.

She had originally wanted to name Mirala "Tom," but she was glad she didn't—Mirala was much more obedient than Tom, she would listen to her, wouldn't run around, and wouldn't lie to her.

After Mirra finished eating, she cried twice, and Hermione stopped feeding her.

She sat down at the table and began writing a letter to Tom.

Hermione tapped her head, thinking and revising her wording several times.

"No!" Hermione grabbed her hair with both hands, scratching the ends to make a mess.

What am I thinking?!

Why do I use so many honorifics and words when talking to a liar, to someone who has taken over my body?

Hermione crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then started writing again.

But... what if that bastard Tom isn't here again, and Misha ends up reading the letter?

Misha, that little angel, will be sad...

I did this not for Tom, but for Misha, yes!

Hermione rewrote the letter, her face contorted in a grimace, completely unaware that a little elf had sneaked into her room—of course, elves are invisible, and Hermione wouldn't have noticed him even if she wasn't writing.

……

A full day has passed since Hermione sent the letter.

Hermione received no reply.

Even if Misha saw the letter, she would send it back to me, but this time there was no news at all.

And Mirola didn't fly back.

Has Tom already returned to Hogwarts?

The thought had barely formed in her mind when Hermione hurriedly shook her head.

No, he just left Hogwarts, how could he go back so soon?

Maybe I'm just busy... but even when I'm busy, I'll still find time to reply to myself.

Although Tom was somewhat annoying, he never neglected her in this regard.

Could it be that something happened to Tom?

Hermione was a woman of action, and she immediately grabbed her things and headed out the door.

Hermione was worried she wouldn't make it back in time, so she brought along everything she needed for school.

Once on the bus, Hermione gave the address, found a window seat, and hugged her suitcase tightly.

As the car slowly moved forward, its speed increasing and the surrounding buildings began to rush past, Hermione felt a little nervous. In a daze, Hermione saw a person standing by the roadside, stammering as he bought things from a vendor, his head wrapped in thick layers of cloth.

Without looking at the other person, Hermione thought about her journey.

In a sense, this was the first time I had met Tom.

Even though Hermione had known Tom for a long time, this was the first time they had actually met.

Hermione was holding a book in the car. She had originally intended to use her free time to read, but for some reason, she felt drowsy and tired.

Hermione closed her eyes, yawned, and fell asleep leaning against the window.

Two days later.