Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Father, this..."

“I said, let’s go! You’ve successfully wasted my time today, and I don’t want it to happen again, Draco. I’m warning you, I’m seriously warning you, if there’s a next time, you just wait and see!”

Draco didn't understand.

It was the first time he had ever seen his father look like that.

It seemed to be his imagination, but the father clearly showed a hint of fear after hearing Tom's name. It was a fear, a worry, like a lamb encountering the wolf king.

……

the next day.

Early in the morning, Hermione ran into a familiar person—Cho Chang.

Senior Zhang Qiu hugged Hermione and said, "Oh my god, Hermione, I heard you took down a troll all by yourself yesterday. That was so dangerous! Promise me you won't do that again."

Hermione was a little flustered as it was the first time a girl had hugged her.

The first thought that flashed through her mind was—why is she so skilled at this!

She wouldn't hold Tom that often, would she?

What on earth is that bastard Tom doing with my body?!

"Senior, I'm fine." Hermione struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free.

She could struggle with all her might, but Hermione could feel the strength of Zhang Qiu's arms; the other woman was holding her tightly, as if she were about to lose some treasure.

However, Hermione soon realized something was wrong.

"Senior...I can't breathe...be gentle, be gentle..."

Zhang Qiu realized what had happened, blushed, and let go of his hand: "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself... But are you alright?"

"I almost died."

"That's not what I meant!" Zhang Qiu's face turned even redder. "I meant when you were facing the giant monster, you weren't hurt by it, were you? The book says that thing is terrifying."

Oh, a troll?

Hermione smiled and shook her head: "Of course not, and if a troll touched you, it might not just be an injury."

That thing would probably crush me to death.

Injury? That's a minor matter.

"It's good that you're not hurt, it's good that you're not hurt." Zhang Qiu patted his chest, finally relieved. "By the way, this is what you asked me to do before, I found it for you."

thing?

Seeing Hermione's puzzled look, Cho Zhang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Didn't you ask me to help you find a fifth-grade textbook?"

What grade are you in?

Fifth grade?

Needless to say, the person who could do such a thing must be Tom.

But if he wants fifth-grade textbooks, doesn't that mean... Tom is already learning fifth-grade material?

"What happened last week? Have you forgotten? Hermione, you've been acting a bit strange lately, um... I don't really know how to describe it."

Zhang Qiu just had a feeling that Hermione, whom she met last week, was more mature and composed, like a little adult. You couldn't tell from their interactions and conversations that she was just a child.

But Hermione now has a more youthful feel to her.

It's actually quite good.

"Thank you, senior." Hermione took the textbook and put it in her pocket.

"Alright, you need to go to class now, right? Go on, go on."

"it is good."

After leaving, Hermione met Harry and his companion.

Good morning, Hermione.

"Hmm, good morning." Hermione seemed a little absent-minded.

Hermione, Halloween is almost here, are you ready?

Hermione suddenly realized.

Oh right, it's almost November.

"Halloween is a wonderful holiday. The school will be decorated like a wonderland. You'll love it, Hermione!"

"Perhaps."

After exchanging a few words with the others, Hermione went to class—her electives filled her schedule.

"Tom!" Hermione saw Tom. Tom's figure was very conspicuous in the crowd. After all, there were not many people in Hogwarts whose eyes shone with the same bright green light as Tom's.

"Oh?" Tom's lips curled up slightly when he saw Hermione. "Looks like you had a good rest yesterday. You haven't been hanging out with Harry and the others lately?"

"I haven't been wandering around! By the way, Halloween is coming soon, remember not to stay in the lab that day, but to come out and spend more time with everyone... Hey, Tom, are you listening?"

Halloween is almost here!

Halloween?!

The troll entered the academy yesterday; the timeline has changed!

Tom was breathing a little fast; he didn't know why it was earlier than expected—if he remembered correctly, the troll thing didn't enter the school until Halloween.

But now the date has been moved up by several days.

"Yeah, I'm listening. I was just thinking about something." Tom snapped out of his reverie. "Um, the fifth-grade textbooks, my senior already got them for me. Give them to me."

Hermione withdrew her hand, then curled up her lips proudly: "No, my senior gave it to me. She specifically asked for 'Hermione' instead of 'Tom Riddle'."

"Petty."

“Thank you for the compliment,” Hermione retorted in Tom’s style. “By the way, what are you doing here at this hour?”

Tom suddenly smiled and leaned closer to Hermione, whispering in her ear, "Do you remember, Mr. Hagrid gave me an egg, the egg of the Rainbow-scaled Giant Chicken?"

Yesterday, Mr. Hagrid told me that the egg was going to hatch.

Hermione started calmly, but eventually covered her mouth with both hands: "Tom, I want to go see too! We're friends, let's go together!"

Tom didn't speak, but instead looked at the textbook in Hermione's arms.

"I know, here you go, all of it! Take it, you petty Tom!"

“Before that, I have a major breakthrough. Come with me, Hermione.” Tom naturally took Hermione’s wrist—Hermione was already used to it.

Hermione was a little unaccustomed at first—but Tom said something to her.

"I've already helped you take a shower, what's wrong with holding hands?"

Hermione was at peace with it after that.

However, Hermione's relief did not mean that Harry and Ron, who were following at a distance, were also relieved.

"Ron, they're friends, right?"

"Huh? Harry, what did you say?" Ron had been looking elsewhere and hadn't noticed Harry's expression.

"nothing."

……

Tom and Hermione entered a room.

A secluded room, alone!

At this moment, Tom's cheeks were flushed.

"Hermione, come here quickly!" Tom waved excitedly at Hermione.

Hermione felt as if a wild beast was standing in front of her...

Chapter 25 Halloween [Part 1] (3k-word long chapter, please read and vote!)

“Tom, you’re scary right now.” Hermione shrank back.

"Stop babbling on and on, like a woman!" Tom grabbed Hermione and pulled her in front of him. "Open your mouth."

After shoving a potion down his throat, Tom pulled out his wand and took a deep breath.

"Very good, smile, keep smiling... I didn't tell you to smile and show your teeth."

"What are you going to do!" Hermione exclaimed, alarmed. "Are you going to cast a spell on me?"

“Don’t worry about that!” Tom stared at the other person. “This is magic I’ve been researching for almost half a month. Don’t you want your two front teeth to return to normal?”

front teeth?

Hermione got excited—she had a pair of huge front teeth, comparable to those of a rabbit, which was quite ugly.

Hermione was often ridiculed for this, because even though both her parents were dentists, their daughter had such ugly, outrageously ugly front teeth!

So let's start with that potion from earlier...

When Hermione heard Tom begin chanting a spell, she quickly waved her hand and said, "Wait, I'm not ready yet. This... this can't be something that can be solved by drinking a potion and chanting a spell, can it?"

Hmm...do we still need to do some preliminary preparations?

Tom chuckled. "How about I get you a whiskey? Or some unsweetened lemon tea, with double the lemon?"

Okay, Hermione, calm down, relax, it'll be over soon, just a second—watch the spell!

Before he finished speaking, Tom had already swung his wand.

A purple-green light flickered, and Hermione felt a strange sensation flickering in her mouth.

"Hey, open your mouth wider, I'm adjusting, a little wider... Hmm, the tonsils are well protected, and there are no vegetable leaves stuck between your teeth, very good, very good."

"Tom!" Hermione said shyly, as it was the first time a boy her age had stared at her mouth like that.

After a moment, Tom put down his wand: "That's it."

"All right?"