Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Hmm, good boy, good boy who isn't picky about food, I like you... I hope I can give you a spot—"

His voice suddenly stopped.

Some professors held their breath at the same time.

Azkaban!

Tom: "???"

Chapter 18 Sorting and Law (3.5k long chapter, please read and recommend)

“Child, calm down, calm down—okay, I’m just kidding. Although I don’t know why you’re always thinking about Azkaban, child, the prisoners in Azkaban are dangerous bastards who won’t lock up a cute and obedient child like you.”

However, it's a tough choice. If you choose Slytherin, you'll definitely become an excellent wizard in the future, but... the environment of Gryffindor might be more suitable for you.

But that would be a waste of your talent—oh, I mean your amazing learning ability, Hufflepuff? It wouldn't be quite right either.”

The Sorting Hat's expression was contorted; it forced its lips together as if making a difficult decision.

"It's decided, little Tom. I hope your future is bright!"

Hogwarts will be proud of you!

—Ravenclaw!

A loud commotion erupted from Ravenclaw House as everyone welcomed the outstanding young man—the Sorting Hat took a full 12 minutes to work on Tom!

"My God! 12 minutes! Tom, you'll succeed at everything you do in the future!"

"Before you, only Hermione lasted the longest. She lasted a full four minutes. We initially thought Hermione would come to our Ravenclaw. After all, Hermione—Tom, have you heard?" The student's face was full of surprise and eagerness to share.

Tom: "Hmm?"

“Mr. Lockhart held a competition at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, and Hermione Granger was the champion. She was amazing!”

"Thank you for the compliment," Tom replied to the other person in his mind.

"By the way, Tom, what do you like to eat? Tom, are there wizards in your family too?"

Tom has a natural advantage—he's good-looking.

In addition, he was gentle enough that his classmates were all willing to interact with this good-looking and kind-hearted boy.

But some people aren't so lucky.

Hermione is going crazy.

"Miss Granger, could you please sign your name for me?"

It was another classmate I didn't know.

madman!

I'm not some kind of genius magic boy. The genius magic boy you're looking for is over there happily eating roast goose right now!

After rejecting the other party, Hermione looked at Harry and Ron beside her with a bored expression.

After taking a couple of bites, Harry began to mutter under his breath, "Hey friends, why do you think that professor was late? The Sorting Ceremony is supposed to be a very important celebration... Look, there he is, oh my god, why is his eye so hostile?"

Looking into Harry's eyes, he was pointing at none other than Snape.

Snape was now staring at Tom with the look of someone looking at a prisoner.

Ron took a big gulp of his black tea: "Harry, you're being too sensitive."

"It's not that I'm being sensitive, but haven't you noticed that many professors are looking at Tom?"

Only after Harry said that did they realize it was true.

Not just Snape, but also Professor Sprout, Professor Dumbledore, and all the ghosts...

"Ron, do you know what Azkaban is that the Sorting Hat mentioned before?"

"It's a place where prisoners are held, and the people inside are all heinous criminals. Once you're targeted by Azkaban, Aurors and Dementors will come looking for you, and they look absolutely terrifying!"

Harry: "You've seen him before?"

Ron shrugged. "No."

Hermione, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "If someone... well, he steals a few hundred pounds from someone, and then... and then helps a girl bathe, will he be locked up in Azkaban?"

"Hermione, do you have some misunderstanding about criminals?"

Hermione pouted.

She felt Tom should be locked up!

Heinous crimes! Heinous crimes!

Watching Tom finish the large piece of meat on his plate and then chat and laugh with the girl next to him, Hermione felt even worse.

Isn't Tom the epitome of a heinous bastard?

After finishing their meal, the students began to retreat. They had received the password to their dormitories, and could enjoy a good night's sleep tonight, before starting their studies tomorrow.

Ravenclaw's password is "Milk, Coke, Black Tea".

Tom got up from his bed as soon as he put his things down in the dormitory.

"Hey Tom, the curfew is at 11:30. You can't come back after that, or you'll be locked up."

"I know, thank you." Tom smiled slightly, a bright and sunny smile that seemed completely at odds with his name. "I'm just going out to take a look around. When you arrive in a new place early, you need to familiarize yourself with the way, right?"

He's lying.

Of all the new students at Hogwarts, Tom was the one who knew the area best.

If we take Professor Snape's environment into account, then even if we include older students, they still can't compare to Tom.

"Oh right, do you guys need some late-night snacks? I can bring you some when I get back."

"I'd like a milk jasmine tea! Thank you, Tom!"

"I don't need it, I've had enough for dinner tonight."

Tom gave an "OK" sign and left the dormitory.

……

"Hagrid, didn't you eat enough?"

In the canteen, Tom sat next to Hagrid the Giant and watched him eat heartily, which made him a little hungry himself.

"I was afraid of scaring everyone, so I didn't dare eat much." Hagrid grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, though they were now stuffed with meat filling, making them look somewhat unseemly. "Little Tom, why are you back again? Didn't you eat enough?"

"No, I just came out to take a look around. Staying in the dorm all the time would be boring. By the way, Hagrid, where is Professor Sprout?"

Hagrid stroked his beard, his big eyes darting around: "Professor Sprout should be resting by now... No, she has herb class tomorrow—you can try looking for her in the greenhouse."

Tom thanked him and was about to leave when Hagrid suddenly grabbed Tom's shoulder: "Little Tom, remember, remember, you must be back in the dormitory before curfew, or you'll be put in solitary confinement."

"I understand, thank you Hagrid."

Tom went to the greenhouse and, sure enough, found Professor Sprout there.

Professor Sprout is such a dedicated and good teacher; it's so late and he's still busy with tomorrow's plans.

Hearing footsteps, Sprout looked up and smiled when he saw Tom: "Little Tom, it's great to see you again. I heard from Albus that you had a misfortune a few days ago. I'm so glad you're alright."

"Sweetie, is there something you want to do at the greenhouse so late?"

“Professor, you have class tomorrow—you know that if the teaching materials malfunction tonight, the students will be very disappointed tomorrow. I came to see if there was anything I could do to help.” Tom said sincerely, his eyes fixed on Sprout without flinching.

“Good boy, good boy, I don’t need any help here. Perhaps you could go and see Professor Snape. He’s not feeling well today; he hasn’t even had dinner yet.”

Tom: "What's wrong with Professor Snape?"

“I don’t know. He’s been looking better these past few days, and I thought he’d finally figured it out and made some potions to help him recover. But today he’s got dark circles under his eyes again.” Sprout pointed to the corner of his eye. “Professor Snape has always been like that. Maybe he looks fierce to the children.”

Tom said "Oh," and started helping Sprout.

There are quite a few things we'll need tomorrow. The first lesson will mainly focus on teaching the students to identify medicinal herbs, but these things are child's play for Tom.

—Who do you think sorted all these herbs for you during the holidays?!

Tom felt that even if he skipped Herbology class, Professor Sprout wouldn't say anything, but of course, he wouldn't.

As Tom watched Mrs. Sprout's face slowly grow tired, he finished his work for the day and left the greenhouse.

Snape's dorm room... well, it's not there.

That leaves only one place—the potion lab.

Sure enough, as soon as Tom stood at the door, he smelled a strong, dry, and bitter odor coming from inside.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Professor Snape, are you there?"

No one answered.

Tom cautiously pushed open the door, but he didn't see Professor Snape. There was only a flame burning under the cauldron, and what seemed to be boiling something... a sleeping potion?

Professor Snape is having insomnia?

"Tom, what are you doing here?" Before Tom could even take a closer look, a cold voice came from behind him, "Perhaps you should know that you shouldn't be here at this time!"

It was Professor Snape.

"Or are you feeling smug because you helped Hermione on your own initiative, and you want to come to Professor Dumbledore to give you some extra points?" Professor Snape forced a sarcastic expression. "If I were Dumbledore, I would deduct a hundred points from your Ravenclaws!"

Professor Snape, why are you being so talkative today?

Tom sat down in the chair: "Professor Snape, I've come to see you."

"Skipping the first Potions class? I'm warning you, Tom, if you dare skip even one of my classes, I'll expel you immediately!"

Professor Snape still had a fierce look on his face, and his eyes could frighten even the most fragile wizard to tears.

"Professor, potion."

Snape was startled and quickly went over to stir the potion in the cauldron clockwise two and a half times, then scooped it out: "Why do you just talk about it? Can't you make it yourself?"

Tom, you make me feel like I've wasted my time teaching you... You've wasted so many days in the lab for nothing!

Now, get back to your dorm right now! I don't want to see you again!

Before the Sorting Hat uttered the word "Ravenclaw," Snape firmly believed that Tom belonged to Slytherin!