Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

“We’ll go find Professor Dumbledore. It’s a small matter; it won’t keep us in solitary confinement for that long,” Malfoy sighed.

the other side.

Tom and Professor Snape went into the office.

As soon as he entered the office, Professor Snape sat down and took out a bottle of potion from his drawer: "Why are you so stupid? There are so many potions in the laboratory, can't you make yourself a magic potion?"

Tom, I think I might have overestimated your intelligence. Actually, you're no different from a troll!

Despite saying that, Professor Snape still ordered Tom to drink the magic potion.

"Professor, I just noticed you haven't been in a good state lately, so I wanted to concoct a few bottles of happiness potion for you—I read about it in a book, and it's said that drinking it can keep you happy."

"Professor, if you're happy, I'll be happy too."

Snape: "..."

This was the first time he had been unable to utter a single word in front of Tom.

"Get lost! Next time someone hits you, hit them back, understand? Don't make me feel like it was wrong of me to teach you black magic!"

"I understand, Professor." Tom bowed and moved to the office door. Before opening it, Tom turned back to Snape and said, "Professor, if only you were my godfather, then people wouldn't call me a Mudblood."

Before Snape could react, Tom closed the door.

Dinner was a little late tonight. Professor Snape arrived at the dining hall very late, and he walked with a limp, as if he had injured his leg.

Hermione seemed a little distracted.

She didn't know why she hugged Tom at that moment.

Could it be that I've really come to consider that bastard Tom a friend?

By the way, why didn't Tom come?

Hermione looked in the direction of Ravenclaw, but did not see Tom.

"A troll! A troll has appeared! It's already in the first-floor corridor!" Professor Quirrell walked unsteadily into the dining hall and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Troll?

Hermione stood up abruptly.

At this time of day, Tom should be in the potions lab in the first-floor corridor!

He couldn't even use the "Curse Stop" technique today; his spirit must be completely exhausted.

If Tom encounters a giant at this time, he will...

No!

Hermione stood up abruptly, but Harry pressed her down: "Hermione, what do you want to do?"

"Tom! Tom must still be in the potions lab. The troll will kill him!"

"You can tell the professor to handle it; the troll is beyond our capabilities!"

No!

Tom could have chosen to tell the professor and let him handle it, to let the professor save his life!

But if Tom had actually done that, he would probably be dead by now.

"Harry, you and Ron go back first, I... I'll go find Tom."

“Then I’ll go with you. We’re friends, right? Friends should act together.”

“You’re right…” Hermione couldn’t refute it and could only let the two of them follow her.

The students had already formed lines according to their houses and were leaving the dining hall; no one noticed Hermione and her two companions leaving.

"Hermione, slow down, or the trolls will spot you."

“No!” Hermione’s voice was firm and clear. “We must have heard the trolls before they found us, but how did something like that get into the school!”

“I suspect it’s Snape,” Harry said after a long silence. “Did you notice that Snape had a leg injury when he appeared today? That must be related to the trolls.”

"And Snape attacked me during the Quidditch match before, so this must be related to Snape!"

Snape?

Hermione thought it was unlikely. She believed Tom was right; although Snape always had a sour face, he might be a good person—only towards Tom.

Unless we say Tom is also a bad person.

But if Tom were a bad guy, that day would never have come to him!

"Snoring—!"

The three heard the giant's deep breathing, a loud snoring sound that could shake the ground.

A giant emerged from the potion lab and came into view, holding a wooden club that matched its size.

Why is there only a troll? Where's Tom?

Hermione was momentarily stunned.

Chapter 23 The Godfather [Chinese Version] (3k-word long chapter, please read and vote!)

When Ron saw the troll, he couldn't help but sit down on the ground, his little mouth wide open, pointing at the thing in front of him and stammering.

Compared to him, Harry's reaction was slightly less intense.

But it was the first time he had ever seen such a terrifying monster, and he stood in front of Hermione, his body trembling slightly—Harry did this instinctively.

"Softening Charm!" Before the two could react, Hermione had already raised her wand—towards the ground beneath the troll's feet.

The giant's legs buckled, and before it could react, half of its body was already buried in the mud.

"Petrify them all!"

"Fire-starting spell!"

"Blazing Flames!" Hermione unleashed a series of spells from her hands.

She would never forget that day when Tom used these two spells, which, according to Tom, could unleash tremendous power when combined!

Perhaps we can kill the giant monster in front of us.

But Hermione couldn't recreate Tom's appearance from that day. The tiny flame, like a venomous snake, quietly rubbed against the troll's body and then disappeared, without even scratching its skin.

"Fire-starting spell!" "Blazing flames!"

Hermione used the same trick again, feeling as if she had mastered some skill.

"Hermione, this won't do. Use the Levitate Charm to knock that guy's head out!"

"unnecessary!"

"Fire starter!" Hermione shouted. "Blazing flames!"

The flames visibly expanded, and if they were just a small venomous snake before, they were now as thick as a bucket!

A fire as thick as a bucket slammed into the troll's head. Hermione rushed forward, picked up the wooden club the troll had dropped, and smashed it hard against the troll's head!

"boom!"

A dull thud echoed down the corridor. Blood seeped from the giant's head, which drooped and remained motionless.

“Hermione…” Harry could hardly believe his eyes.

What did he see?

He had originally thought Hermione would be a frail young girl—he was referring to Hermione's physical condition.

But just now, just now!

Hermione actually swung that huge wooden stick with both hands.

Keep in mind, the handle of that thing was almost as thick as Hermione's head. How did she manage to lift it?

"Hermione, watch out—" Harry's outstretched hand froze in mid-air before he could finish speaking.

Hermione didn't care about anything else at that moment; she rushed into the laboratory.

There was no one there, but there was a large puddle of red liquid on the ground.

It smells like blood—no, it is blood!

Hermione knelt on the ground, reaching her hands toward the large pool of blood.

With so much blood lost, Tom is probably... in grave danger.

Even though it was the bastard she cursed every day, Hermione couldn't accept seeing the blood all over the ground; it was as if she had lost a "friend."

This friend is different from Harry and Ron.

Hermione can tell Tom anything, without reservation or hesitation; you could even say she's another version of herself.

“Miss Granger, what are you doing squatting in my lab? And you guys, I remember I already told you in the cafeteria to go back to your dorms.”

"Now tell me, why are you bunch of fools still here? Perhaps you want me to praise you for successfully dealing with the troll and being great heroes of Hogwarts?" Snape's sarcastic words were not diminished in the slightest by the bloodstains on the ground.

“Professor Snape…” Hermione looked up and saw his deep, dark eyes, “This is Tom’s…”

Snape interrupted Hermione: "Tom? Clever Miss Granger, do you really think this bloodstains are from Riddle? You're incredibly stupid!"

“Gryffindor acted without authorization, 20 points deducted from each of them!” Snape sneered.

"However... given your concern and care for your companions, Hermione Granger gets 50 points, and you each get 10 points for resolving the Hogwarts problem."

Harry paused for a moment.

Why were the 50 points only given to Hermione?

Didn't they come to help Tom too—although Harry was thinking of helping Hermione.

Just then, a hidden door next to the laboratory opened, and a disheveled-looking boy with messy hair walked out.

Nevertheless, the boy's bright eyes and high nose bridge still enhanced his overall good looks.

He didn't look like a homeless person, but rather like a young nobleman who had just finished a strenuous workout.

"Hermione—! Professor Snape?" Tom looked at the two of them in confusion. "What happened... my grey wolf blood! Damn it! Bastards!"

Tom was getting anxious. He turned his head and saw the giant lying unconscious at the door, its lower body still buried in the mud.