Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

As for that noseless old monster behind your head, could you please stop staring at me?

"Remember what I told you, Professor Quirrell? I don't like being stared at. The way you two are looking at me makes me very uncomfortable and awkward."

"Enough with the nonsense, Avada Kedavra!"

"Divine Sharpness Without a Shadow!"

"Enticing the mind!!!"

Professor Quirrell's lips curled into a smile.

It worked!

The previous Avada Kedavra was just a decoy; the real killer move is this: Legilimency!

Quirrell had given her private instruction and knew that she lacked expertise in occlusion surgery.

There's absolutely no way she could withstand his Legilimency!!!

If Professor McGonagall hadn't been there that day, he would have seen all the memories!

Capturing the mind and seizing thoughts?

This familiar feeling...

Tom silently closed his eyes, letting the other person search his memory.

But it was just one last sliver of difference...

Quirrell gritted his teeth.

He could sense that Tom was exhausted; a thin thread outlined the last line of defense.

We're about to give up!

Just a little bit more!

Professor Quirrell worked even harder.

"Enough, you idiot! Don't you realize you've been played?" Voldemort's voice was angry, deep, and arrogant.

He could tell that Tom was completely toying with Quirrell.

What do you mean by "almost there"? Beyond this point lies another mountain! And beyond that mountain lies an ocean!

This foolish guy still thinks he's only a little short. How could he have such a stupid follower!

"Who are you?" Voldemort asked.

"Who I am is not important. What magic do you want to use next? I'll compete with you. Avada Kedavra, right... Never mind, you've already used Legilimency on me, so I'll use it too."

"Capture! God! Seize! Thought!!!"

—Tom was just bluffing.

Professor Snape only taught him Occlumency; he certainly wouldn't teach Tom Legilimency.

But as Tom shouted this and raised his wand, a wisp of black smoke enveloped Quirrell as he retreated and quickly walked out the door.

"Heh, trying to escape?"

Avada Kedavra!

Voldemort broke out in a cold sweat: "Faster! I don't want to fall into the hands of this kind of person, and not twice at once!"

Quirrell gritted his teeth and glanced back.

Damn it, that brat caught up again.

"Master, I'm so sorry..."

"I told you to run!"

But it was too late; Tom descended from the sky and stomped him to the ground.

"Now, let's see how you escape, Avada Kedavra!"

"Do not!!!"

Death did not come. Quirrell closed his eyes in despair, but what greeted him was a burning sensation all over his body.

Tom doesn't know anything about eating big melons; all he knows is how to unleash raging flames and use the swift and unseen blade.

"Divine Sharpness Without a Shadow!"

The dark green beams of light sliced ​​through Quirrell's body like razor blades, cutting his skin open bit by bit, then stitching it back up! Then cutting it open again!

"what--!!!"

One by one, figures descended from the sky and landed beside Tom.

The white-bearded old man, Albus Dumbledore, glanced indifferently at Professor Quirrell, who was curled up on the ground groaning in pain.

"Hermione, you should tell me what happened when you get back."

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Dumbledore... everyone except Snape was there.

Surrounded by several professors, Quirrell rolled on the ground, clutching his chest, spitting blood all over the floor.

"Can the rest be left to you, Professor? I'm a little tired." Tom rubbed his forehead, looking exhausted.

“Of course, Pomona, you take Hermione back first.”

Professor Sprout nodded, then hugged Tom with concern and led him away.

“Child, are you alright? I was so worried—you have no idea how scared I was when Hermione appeared in front of me and said you had met the mysterious man.”

My child, you did a wonderful job. Although you shouldn't have taken such a risk, and perhaps you had better options, I am truly, truly grateful... Merlin, thank you for bringing Tom back to us safe and sound, back to Hogwarts. Thank you, Merlin..."

Professor Sprout's eyes were filled with tears; she thought she was going to lose Tom.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, God has eyes.

"Tom, are you hurt?"

Tom smiled and shook his head: "Professor Sprout, you're too worried, I'm fine."

"He's just a mysterious person, and not even a fully resurrected one. You know, he's very weak, otherwise he wouldn't need to sneak around to find me like this."

"Child, I'll take you to the hospital first; you need to get a checkup."

After a series of examinations, fortunately, Tom was fine—aside from the side effects of the compound decoction, Tom had no injuries whatsoever.

……

the other side.

In front of the screaming shack.

Quirrell was living a life worse than death on the ground.

“Quirinas Quirrell, I never expected you to be this kind of person.” Professor McGonagall said coldly, spitting as she expressed her anger.

They all saw another face on the back of Quirrell's head—that terrifying, dreadful face.

Voldemort!

"Avada Kedavra!" Suddenly, a green light appeared in the distance, and the professors quickly retreated.

"Heal quickly!!!"

The wounds caused by the Divine Sharpness Without Shadow require the use of a special counter-spell, "Rapid Healing," to repair. Before the wounds are repaired, the person affected by the spell will experience intense pain throughout their body.

Quirrell scrambled to his feet and ran toward the dark figure in the distance.

"Don't chase!" Dumbledore raised his hand to stop the professors. "Don't pursue a cornered enemy. We'll definitely have another chance to face him in the future."

Professor McGonagall snorted: "Albus, humanity is facing another crisis. It's certain that the Mystic has been resurrected. If it weren't for Tom, who knows what would have happened."

"Let's go back. I have something I want to ask Tom."

……

"Ah—" Tom opened his mouth, and Hermione next to him put the green grape into his mouth with a look of disgust.

"You should have left me there and come back by yourself..." Hermione felt a pang of guilt.

Tom lost both hands, and they were the kind that wouldn't heal.

"It's alright, I can use magic even without a wand. Hermione, you don't think I can't beat you just because I've lost my hands, do you? Underestimating me?"

Hermione sighed.

She didn't know whether to say Tom had a good attitude or what...

She had never seen anyone who had lost an arm smile so brightly, as if they were a little hero.

"This is so sour, do you have any sweeter ones?"

Hermione carefully selected one and said, "Want to try this one?"

"You listen to everything I say? You like me? You have a crush on me? Fine, Hermione, I consider you a friend, and you actually want to change your surname and become a member of the Riddle family!"

"I didn't! I just felt sorry for you, you can eat it yourself!" Hermione blushed and put the fruit aside.

Tom shrugged: "I don't have hands, how am I supposed to eat? You know how terrifying the Mysterious Man is, he's terrifying."

Hermione silently picked up the plate of fruit again.

“Mr. Riddle, Miss Granger! Perhaps you should tell me what’s going on!” Snape’s cold voice rang out behind Hermione.

"Professor Snape!" Hermione's heart skipped a beat. "Tom... he encountered the Mystic and lost his arm."

"Foolish fellow, Tom, it's time to go. Albus is looking for you. Granger, you're coming too!"

Tom rolled out of bed: "Okay!"

Two unmarked arms were hidden inside the sleeves...

Hermione: "???"

Chapter 49 Senior, I Need to Teach You a Lesson (3k-word long chapter, please read, vote, and recommend!)

The Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

The professors were almost all gathered together, and even Professor Hagrid returned to Hogwarts.