Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

If the Mirror of Eris could still use magic, his power might have reached an even higher level.

You have to understand that even the strongest person has their limits, but if the Mirror of Erised could fight alongside him...

Tom felt that even if he faced Azkaban's Dementors head-on, he had nothing to fear.

“I can’t use magic.” The Mirror of Eris sighed. “When my master created me, he had already thought about what kind of consequences it would have if I disobeyed his orders and used magic on my own.”

Therefore, my master forbids me from using other magic; I only know one kind of magic.

"Tom, would you like to look in a mirror? I can turn any mirror into the Mirror of Erised, and they will see your deepest desires."

Tom naturally refused. He didn't need to look at so many of his inner desires, or rather, Tom didn't actually have many desires.

Following his memory of the location, Tom found Hermione lying on the stone bed again.

Hermione kept her eyes closed, waiting for someone to wake her up.

"I thought Hermione could enter my mind too."

The Mirror of Eris smiled and replied to Tom, "Of course not. Not everyone can win the master's favor."

Only with the master's help can the soul be extracted from the body. Of course, this excludes those like Voldemort who create Horcruxes; they have abandoned their human identity and, in a sense, are on the same level as their masters.

Tom nodded and poured the Mandela Herbal Potion into Hermione's mouth.

“Hmm…” Hermione, petrified, let out a soft sound.

She slowly opened her tightly closed eyes.

"Damn it, I felt myself fall asleep as soon as the time was up." Hermione got up and patted her head, trying to get her brain back on track.

She felt a sense of powerlessness in her body, a feeling of powerlessness that comes from suddenly waking up after a long period of slumber.

In addition, Hermione's lips were dry, so she subconsciously licked them and suddenly frowned: "What did you just give me to drink? I feel a metallic taste in my throat."

"How good do you think mandrake tastes?" Tom shrugged. "Most of the time, wizards don't want to take this potion. The biggest problem is that it tastes awful."

Hermione gagged several times. She looked around, but the stench of the giant crocodiles around her made her give up on the idea of ​​drinking water.

She felt she could endure it a little longer, or rather, she should endure it a little longer.

He would only look for water after he left this place.

As Hermione stepped off the stone bed, her toes suddenly touched something cold.

Looking down, I saw a huge serpent monster curled up on the ground.

Hermione jumped back in fright, taking several steps back. She stared nervously at the basilisk's head.

The basilisk did not wake up. Even though it was touched, it only shook its head and continued to sleep.

"You can go out now. I haven't closed the door to the Chamber of Secrets yet." Tom waved to Hermione. "Go back and get some rest. When you wake up tomorrow morning, tell Professor Dumbledore that you can bring Harry to the Chamber of Secrets."

One night was enough for Tom to get everything sorted out.

Of course, if Tom fails to deal with the basilisk that night, then he'll have to "deal with" it.

Standing in front of the basilisk, Tom took out his notebook from his pocket and began to write in it.

"Senior, I'm standing in front of the basilisk now. It looks like he's sleeping."

The notebook responded very quickly: "You've already seen the Basilisk? Have all the attacks at Hogwarts been dealt with? If there were any remaining attacks, he wouldn't have woken up so easily."

"It's almost all resolved. Now I have a question for you, senior."

Notebook: "You say it."

"Voldemort, what should I do to make this basilisk obey me?"

In an instant, the laptop felt as if it had been struck by lightning.

How did he know I was Voldemort's? When was I exposed?

Does that mean he knew my true identity from the very beginning when he asked me to teach him Avada Kedavra?

Voldemort was somewhat frightened. If Tom really was that kind of person, then his preparations were self-evident.

No one would chat with him every day without any suspicion, or even call him affectionately, knowing that he is Voldemort.

Now that things are out in the open, does Tom have some other weapon in his hands?

"You know me?" A shadow flashed across the notebook, transforming into a ghost similar to the Ghost Professor in Hogwarts.

That was Voldemort in his youth; he still had hair and a nose, and wasn't as hideous as Tom had seen him before.

However, Voldemort, who was standing in front of him, was holding a wand and looked at Tom with a somewhat malicious expression.

He raised his wand and pointed it at Tom: "You knew I was Voldemort from the beginning, but even so, you still want to learn Avada Kedavra from me?"

“Of course.” Tom nodded. “Everyone knows that Voldemort is the most skilled at using Avada Kedavra in the wizarding world. Only you are qualified to teach me Avada Kedavra.”

However, I later discovered that you don't seem to be that proficient with the Killing Curse either, at least not as proficiently as I was when I last met you.

So I'm guessing you're just Voldemort at this age.

After listening to Tom finish speaking, Voldemort smiled and said, "In a sense, you guessed right, I am only 18 years old now."

However, an 18-year-old Voldemort is not someone a second-grader like you can handle.

No matter what, I'm still Voldemort!

He raised his wand, muttering incantations. The aged, sickly voice of Parseltongue emerged from Voldemort's mouth, and the basilisk, curled up on the ground, slowly opened its eyes.

Then, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his vertical pupils as he unceremoniously swept his gaze over Tom.

The basilisk's gaze kept rising, about to land on Tom's face.

At that moment, Tom closed his eyes.

"Do you think closing your eyes will help? If the way to fight the basilisk is that simple, there won't be so many people afraid of it."

And how can you resist my magic with your eyes closed?

With that, Voldemort raised his wand, and green light burst forth from its tip: "Avada Kedavra—"

A dark green light pierced Tom's body.

At the same time, a golden light flashed across Tom's body.

Sword in the Stone.

Tom pulled out the sword in the stone, which he hadn't used for a long time.

The Sword in the Stone is also a wand, but its shape is quite peculiar, unlike anything wizards have ever seen before.

Tom raised his hand and slapped Voldemort's Avada Kedavra aside with a mere wave of his hand.

"What is this thing?" Voldemort's tone turned terrified. "How could a longsword possibly deflect magic, especially my Avada Kedavra!"

Is it the Gryffindor sword?

Voldemort began to have doubts.

No, it's not!

Voldemort denied himself.

The Gryffindor sword doesn't look like this, and the Gryffindor sword... it's a sword!

The longsword in Tom's hand looks like a sword, but... Voldemort has a feeling it's a wand.

A very powerful wand, even more powerful than his own.

Where did he get this treasure, and where did he take it from?

“Hordeals, they are truly magical things.” Tom stroked the sword in the stone in his hand and said softly, “If I were you, I would never so easily reveal a Horde to others.”

There are many ways to deal with your Horcrux, don't you... know that?

"Kill him!" Voldemort was terrified and dared not delay any longer, so he quickly ordered the basilisk beside him.

The basilisk flicked its tongue, looked at Tom, and opened its enormous mouth.

The snake's eyes were fixed on Tom for a moment, but the basilisk saw the deep blue in Tom's eyes.

A clear voice rang in the basilisk's ears, a voice that brooked no refusal.

It's a snake-like voice!

It was far more terrifying than Voldemort's Parseltongue.

"Submit!"

The aura of death instantly enveloped the basilisk.

It dared not think, and could only lie on the ground, ceasing its attack on Tom.

Voldemort frowned upon seeing this.

What just happened?

In Voldemort's eyes, Tom did nothing; he just smiled and looked at the Basilisk.

Indeed, in that instant, Tom and the basilisk made eye contact, but the next second, Tom's basilisk suddenly collapsed to the ground, surrendering to Tom.

Voldemort even sensed the Basilisk's murderous intent towards him.

He wanted to kill me?

Sweat beaded on Voldemort's forehead. He took a half-step back, watching the Basilisk and Tom warily.

Why did my basilisk suddenly become rebellious?

What exactly did Tom do to him?

“What evil magic,” Voldemort uttered.

He continued chanting the snake-man's song, trying to win over the snake monster to his side.

But the Basilisk was completely unaffected by Voldemort and simply pledged his loyalty to Tom.

The basilisk crawled forward and got behind Tom. It curled up its body, exposing itself, and let Tom sit on it.

The basilisk flicked its tongue and spoke in a voice that Tom couldn't understand.

"Little Tom, he calls you master." Tom may not understand Parsley, but the Mirror of Erised can.

"You've already won over this little thing."