Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"how much is it?"

“10 Galleons a bottle. If that’s alright, sir, could I trade all these potions for some of your materials?” Tom handed over a piece of paper.

"Laceworms, leeches, sapwort, two-eared grass, powdered two-horned beast horn, and fragments of African tree snake skin?" The blond wizard stared at the materials above in silence for a long while.

It's not a common material.

Unicorn horns are never used in any evil potions, so which of this little guy's words is true?

Do you really want to buy your girlfriend a gift, or do you just want these materials?

“I can give it to you,” the blond youth sighed, “but on one condition: I really will tell Professor Snape about this, and you can continue dating your girlfriend after your confinement ends.”

"Thank you."

One thing at a time!

The blond youth thought to himself that perhaps the boy's attitude was indeed sincere, but he was a Gryffindor student and would not stand by and watch a child go astray.

"your name."

"Hermione Granger, Gryffindor, I have a nickname: the Half-Blood Prince."

The blond youth waved to Tom: "Come with me."

Following behind the other person, Tom gripped his wand tightly beneath his black robe.

What he needed was the ingredients for a medicinal preparation—a compound decoction!

Since I've thought of the Polyjuice Potion, it's very likely that Voldemort has also thought of this potion!

If the person in front of me is a fake, I will slice off his head with a single, swift strike!

Fortunately, the other person wasn't Voldemort, and he really did have a beautiful wife.

After a round of flattery, Tom got the materials he needed and watched as the other party wrote an envelope and handed it to the owl to be delivered to Hogwarts.

"Thank you." Tom bowed and left with the materials, praising both of them before he left.

This left the blond wizard even more confused.

He had a strange feeling.

It seemed that every step he took was under the control of this little wizard.

He seemed particularly pleased when he saw that he had written a letter to Professor Snape.

"I have to go to Hogwarts."

"Didn't the owl already go out?" The girl was puzzled by her husband's unnecessary actions.

"I want to find out what kind of person this child is. I'll be back tonight, soon. Alice, wait for me at home." The blond wizard kissed his new wife on the cheek and left home.

……

"I'm back!" Tom pushed open the door, and Hermione was squatting by the cauldron, warming herself with the flame below.

"Why did it take so long?" Hermione complained, pouting.

Tom hadn't been gone for long, but Hermione felt a little lonely in the room. She couldn't find anyone to talk to, and the only company she had was the crackling of the flames.

"Hmm, the other party needed to write a letter to Professor Snape to put me in solitary confinement, which delayed things a bit."

"Isn't that very serious?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

“It’s not serious. I gave you your name, Hermione Granger. Thank you, Hermione. You’re my best friend. I’ll come to see you when you’re out of solitary confinement.”

"???"

Hermione jumped up and punched Tom twice, but seeing that he seemed unaffected, she secretly got angry.

"Hermione, do you have anyone you dislike?" Tom asked Hermione while preparing the ingredients.

Of course, his question was pointless.

I hate you the most!

Making Polyjuice Potion is quite difficult. This potion is very advanced, and it takes at least a month to make a perfect Polyjuice Potion.

But clever Tom always finds another way. He made a small modification to the Polyjuice Potion, so that it could be made in just two hours. Of course, it wasn't as effective as the perfectly made version, but it was enough.

Two hours later.

“Drink this. This potion will only transform you for 5 hours. I’ve prepared 4 bottles, enough for us to get through tonight.” Tom handed a bottle to Hermione. “I’ve already put the hair in. After the transformation is complete, you must not make any strange noises.”

Hermione took the potion: "Now?"

"Yes."

……

Hogwarts.

Professor Snape was enjoying the afternoon sun.

He was very curious why that bastard Tom hadn't come back yet, even now!

Is it possible to neglect daily practice for a moment of fun?

What a fool!

"Bang bang bang—" Professor Snape's break was interrupted.

The way they knocked on the door made it clear that it wasn't Tom who came.

For some reason, Tom, that brat, always had a habit of knocking once long and then three short, as if to announce his arrival. Snape's assessment of this was—show-off!

Snape didn't want to open the door, but after the other person knocked for a minute, he opened it anyway.

"Professor Snape, it's been a long time. I'm so glad to see that you are still in good health."

"Sol? If I remember correctly, you graduated three years ago, right?"

“Yes.” The blond wizard bowed. “I am now an Auror, and I am very grateful for your guidance.”

Snape waved his hand impatiently: "It has nothing to do with me."

“Professor Snape, please take a look at this. It was sold to me by a young wizard when I was on my honeymoon in Hogsmeade.”

Snape glanced at the potion bottle, picked it up, and sneered, "If I find out..."

He suddenly stopped speaking.

This familiar potion-making technique...

Every potions master has their own unique brewing method, and he is no exception, nor is Tom!

Some high-level potions can be identified by their maker just by looking at the technique, color, smell, or even the way they are bottled.

"Where is the guy who sold you the potion?!" Snape's eyes turned icy.

Thor began, “He’s a child with jade eyes. When I told him I was coming to find you, he wasn’t scared at all. He said his name was Hermione Granger and that he had a nickname.”

A half-blood prince.

“One?” Snape said coldly. “Just him? Have you seen Rupert?”

“Yes, sir, just one person, Mr. Hagrid… I’m sure of it, no one.”

Chapter 47 The Screaming Shack (3k-word chapter, please read and vote!)

What is that bastard Rupert doing?!

Snape gritted his teeth, a surge of anger rising within him.

He should stay close to Tom and Hermione every step of the way—if it were him, he would definitely do that!

But why did he leave alone without telling anyone? This is a violation of school rules!

"I understand." Snape took a deep breath and repeatedly used Occlumency to calm himself down.

He wouldn't do something like being blinded by anger. Calm down, Snape...

"Professor Snape, would you like me to show you the way?"

Snape glanced at him indifferently: "Come with me and tell Albus everything you know about what happened."

……

Hogsmeade Village.

"Tom... aren't we being a bit too conspicuous?"

“Conspicuous? How could that be?” Tom shrugged. “Even Ms. Rosmerta didn’t recognize us and told us to come back next time. What a perfect compound decoction! It just might have a few minor side effects, which is the price of skipping a lot of the brewing process.”

Hermione tensed up: "What?"

"The diarrhea will probably start around this time tomorrow, so that's not something we need to worry about right now," Tom said, leading the way.

He is no longer "Tom Riddle," but "Misha."

Hermione is no longer "Hermione Granger", but "Cho Chang".

“I have two more questions. First, why don’t we stay in the 38 Broomsticks? I think it would be safer there, and Ms. Rosmerta would protect us.”

Tom paused for a moment after listening, then asked, "May I ask who might be looking for us?"

"The Mysterious Man".

"Who are you sending to kill the mysterious man?" Tom asked again.

Lady Rosmerta going to kill Voldemort? What a hellish joke.

Moreover, Tom knew that it was most likely Professor Quirrell who would come, not Voldemort himself. If Professor Quirrell came and, in the name of the Hogwarts professors, wanted to take them both away and kill them right under Madam Rosmerta's nose, should they go with him or not?

It was evening, and there were still some people in Hogsmeade Village. Once night fell, they might be able to sleep in Lady Rosmerta's pub. Voldemort thought so too, and one can only imagine what would happen that night.

Hermione realized she had been a bit foolish, and she coughed twice to cover her embarrassment.

It seems that this is how she becomes when she's with Tom; her usually quick-witted mind immediately goes silent, and she pushes everything onto Tom.

"Second question, why do you have Qiu and Misha's hair?"

Tom's lips curled slightly: "As a qualified Potions Master, you must carry some materials that cannot be bought outside and are irreplaceable. If you need them, I also have Professor Dumbledore's hair. Of course, if you want his beard, I can give it to you too."

"No! Need! It!" Hermione huffed defiantly, striding ahead of Tom. "Where are we going now? Straight back to school?"