Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Hermione sat on the bench, her brow furrowed.

Just then, members of Hermione's Fan Club appeared.

Aside from Li Su, who has already retired, there are two others.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

The two of them also looked quite upset.

"Malfoy, Harry."

Malfoy disliked "Tom Riddle," and quickly turned his head away upon seeing that face.

"Hey, I have something I need to ask you two for a favor." Tom stepped forward and stopped the two of them.

"Hmph." Malfoy's nose was practically pointing to the sky. He was very proud, extremely proud. "Since you've put it that way, then I'll listen to what questions you have to ask this pure-blood wizard."

"Excuse me, what gift should I give my friend for Christmas?" Hermione asked in a low voice, a little embarrassed. "I have a friend, um... Christmas is coming soon, and I need your help. I'd like to ask what gift I should give my friend?"

Harry and Malfoy looked at each other in bewilderment.

What gifts should I give my friends for Christmas?

You're asking us?

Chapter 62 A Sleepless Night [Part 1]

Hey, that's a good question.

Harry fell into deep thought.

Damn it, so Christmas is about giving presents?

I've never received it!

Malfoy coughed. "That's a very simple question."

Malfoy, with an air of pride, as if he were a seasoned master who frequently received gifts, said: "Listen, Tom Riddle, first of all, are you giving this gift to a boy or a girl?"

"It's a boy."

Without prior arrangement, Malfoy and Harry both breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness it wasn't a girl; if it were, it would definitely be Hermione.

The boy must be Tom's roommate, right?

Harry wanted to offer some advice he'd read in the book, but seeing Malfoy about to speak, he shut his mouth.

“Listen, Riddle, this is a very, very simple question. I’m asking you, what do you like?”

“Potions, knowledge, and playing pranks,” Hermione said without hesitation.

"..."

Malfoy was puzzled. "Are you kidding me? I asked what kind of things you like, you know, things!"

For example...think about what Hermione likes.

Hermione hesitated for a moment: "Otters? Otters are Hermione's favorite animal. If I had to say something else, it would be Mr. Lockhart's autograph, and also... she might need a comb that's soft enough to make Hermione feel less uncomfortable when she gets up in the morning."

Harry and Malfoy silently noted down this information.

"Great, like this. What do you like?"

“I don’t like anything,” Hermione said bluntly. “Or rather, I don’t know what I like. I don’t have any items that I like. Harry, Malfoy, what do you two like?”

Malfoy immediately said, "I like belts, preferably made of fine leather, which makes me look very classy."

Harry shook his head: "Actually, I don't really have anything I particularly like. If I had to say, maybe it would be... a pair of glasses. I've been wearing these glasses for a long time."

"Thank you, I understand."

Belts and glasses are just external things.

Hermione thanked the two of them and then left their sight.

She's going to find someone who can do everything.

The Weasley twins.

They always had a way of getting their hands on all sorts of amazing things—this fact had already spread far and wide among the students.

“George, Fred!”

The Weasley twins are easy to find; just ask any Gryffindor student. Most of the time, they'll be spawning in the common room.

Geminis aren't exactly annoying; many people are happy to tell them when someone is looking for them, and then they'll see two red-haired teenagers come out.

"Tom, it's been a long time."

"Hmph, looks like you've run into some trouble. Go ahead and say it!" George put his hands on his hips. "Or... should we find somewhere else to talk?" The corridor was crowded. George raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I really need your help!"

……

They found a quiet spot, and the three of them drank jasmine green tea. George listened to Hermione's request and nodded.

"I see. Christmas presents, huh? Tsk tsk, that's certainly a brain-teasing thing."

Don't worry, we'll definitely get it sorted out.

Hermione's eyes filled with hope again: "Great! Can you hurry? Tonight... no, I need it by tomorrow morning at the latest. You know, Christmas is coming soon, and I'm worried I won't make it."

"No problem, it's just..."

Fred chimed in, "We need more money!"

“Sure, you can just give the things to Hermione tomorrow, and she will give you Galleons. It’s not a problem.”

George and Fred asked in confusion, "Hermione? Are you sending this to her? But what does she need these things for?"

"No, Hermione asked me to do it. I'm just a messenger. Anyway, please take care of me."

Hermione stood up and bowed deeply to the two of them.

She hoped things wouldn't go wrong this time; she didn't want to be upset all day because Tom hadn't received the gift he wanted.

"It's nothing. We're friends and partners; this is what we should do."

However… I suggest you let Hermione come with us to choose, since things chosen by hand are the most meaningful.”

Fred chimed in, “Christmas gift-giving is a very solemn ‘ritual.’ On this day, only very close friends exchange gifts. We heard that Hermione didn’t have many friends before, so this should be her first time giving a gift to a friend. If she doesn’t choose the gift herself for the first time… she’ll definitely regret it in the future.”

"Then..." Hermione tentatively asked, "Would it be okay after midnight tonight?"

"It's a bit difficult, but no problem. The only question is, will Hermione be out at that time?"

In Fred and George's eyes, Hermione was an obedient and well-behaved girl. At midnight, it was obviously past curfew, and sneaking out at that time was a violation of the rules.

They believed Hermione wouldn't do such a thing.

“Yes, tonight at midnight, we… I mean, I’ll have Hermione waiting for you at the Gryffindor gates.”

“Let’s go somewhere else. It’s too dangerous there. Mr. Filch always patrols with Ms. Lorris, and it’s easy to get caught. How about this… let’s go to the Slytherin dormitory. Mr. Filch rarely goes there. We’ll be there at 12:15 sharp.”

"Ok!"

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally resolved.

The waiting time always seems a bit long.

Hermione went to bed early today. She sat on the bed, and the book in her hand suddenly lost its appeal. She couldn't concentrate on reading it at all and just kept staring at the clock ticking beside her.

Five o'clock, six o'clock, seven o'clock...

We'll continue after we finish eating and come back.

So much so that Li Su and Terry in the dormitory noticed something amiss.

"Tom, you seem particularly concerned about time today?"

“Yes, really?” Hermione coughed. “It’s just your imagination.”

Terry wasn't so easily fooled. He snorted, "I know, you're probably waiting to sneak out of school after curfew tonight. Christmas is coming soon, Tom, you're in big trouble."

"Trouble?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

“Of course there’s trouble. Think about it…” Terry counted on his fingers. “Professor Snape is so good to you, you should give him a gift, right? Professor Sprout also treats you like his own son, you should give him a gift too.”

And... Hermione, senior, Professor Dumbledore..."

Hermione's head was spinning when she heard these names.

Just thinking about it makes me feel uneasy.

"Uh, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now."

Hermione chose to run away and simply refused to listen!

She wanted to sleep until midnight and then leave the school.

……

Meanwhile, in the Slytherin Dean's office.

Professor Snape received a letter.

Mailing address...

Saint Redia Welfare Home.

Chapter 63 A Sleepless Night [Part 2]

At midnight, Hermione had just returned to her body. She rolled out of bed and sneaked out while her roommates were still fast asleep.

At 12:15, Hermione arrived at the Slytherin dormitory door precisely on time, where George and Fred were indeed waiting.

“Miss Granger, it’s been a long time.” George smiled.

In his mind, the last time he talked to Hermione about a deal was before the start of the semester.