Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

But, but...

They've already been beaten up; if they don't help Tom, do they want to get beaten up a second time?

The fourth-grade student covered his mouth.

That girl is so cute, but how come I've never seen her before?

Their gazes lingered on Hermione for two seconds before they immediately noticed Tom standing next to her.

Jade-like pupils seemed to possess some kind of magic, compelling them to draw their attention to Tom.

"Who is that person? A fourth grader? Or a fifth grader?"

Finally, someone noticed that Professor Dumbledore, who hadn't shown up all night, was standing above, stroking his beard and looking down at Tom and Hermione with a smile on his face.

Professor Snape also arrived, still with his usual air of someone who owed him millions. His gaze was even more piercing now, as if he couldn't wait to skin the lovely dance partner next to Tom alive.

Granger, who gave you permission to put your arm around Tom's waist!

Damn Granger, damn Gryffindor, stupid Gryffindor!!!

Professor Sprout clenched his fists and pressed them against his chest, his eyes sparkling.

Tom's dancing skills are so perfect, he was raised by his own parents!

Tom lightly touched the ground with his toes, looking nothing like a novice who had just started learning dance, but rather like a dance master who had undergone years of practice.

Harry rubbed his eyes.

He had a strange feeling that it was snowing lightly.

"Malfoy, pinch me."

"What are you doing?" Malfoy pinched Harry's arm.

Harry winced in pain: "Ouch... I didn't tell you to hit me that hard!"

However, it seems to be true.

It wasn't my imagination; it really was snowing lightly!

Inside the room, something small seemed to be sprinkling snowflakes from the ceiling, but Harry couldn't see it no matter what he did.

……

Dobby, the house-elf, waved his hand and vigorously sprinkled snowflakes.

Lord Tom takes today very seriously. He didn't sleep a wink last night. He went to the St. Redia Welfare Home and then rushed back. He must really value tonight's ball!

I absolutely cannot mess this up!

Snowflakes drifted down, like little elves dancing in winter.

Tom pulled Hermione along, keeping the whole rhythm under his control.

"How come you're so skilled?" Hermione asked in a low voice, her eyes red-rimmed. Fortunately, the falling snowflakes covered up the flaws, making Hermione look less disheveled.

"Hmph, who do you think you're talking to? I'm a genius," Tom replied proudly.

How could I not be proficient?

This was his third dance of the Christmas season.

As a genius who only needs to practice magic once, Tom can learn something as simple as ballroom dancing after just two tries.

Although Tom had practiced with Professor Sprout before, he was still a little rusty on the first try.

However, starting from the second time, Tom had already mastered the rhythm.

Now, on their third run... they are the most dazzling stars on stage!

For some reason, Hermione felt her heart beating very fast.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

One footstep after another, it seemed that every time Tom's foot landed, the sound of his footsteps drowned out her heartbeat.

"Relax, baby, I can almost see your heart jumping out of your chest," Tom laughed.

"Who's your baby? Get lost!"

As one piece of music ended, the second piece began.

Those present did not leave despite the curfew.

Mr. Filch?

There are so many people here, let Mr. Filch catch them. If he catches them all, then he wins. At worst, we can all be put in solitary confinement, and we can keep each other company and chat.

Besides, tomorrow is a holiday, so who cares about Filch or not? Even if Professor Dumbledore came, we wouldn't leave!

Oh, Professor Dumbledore was the one who enjoyed it the most, then it's alright.

……

As the dance ended, a thunderous applause erupted.

Everyone clapped enthusiastically, hoping to clap their hands until they were red.

Terry looked excited. Suddenly, he remembered something and glanced at Li Su next to him.

"Now you know, right?"

From the very beginning—from the moment Terry heard about the "Hermione Friends Club"—he knew that the club had no purpose whatsoever.

They want to take Hermione away from Tom?

Haha, are you kidding me?

Even though Tom sees the entire magical world, Hermione only sees Tom.

Others may not have noticed, but Terry certainly did.

The moment Tom appeared—the moment he landed in front of Hermione—the poor girl smiled again, and her eyes seemed to sparkle.

It's time for these stupid guys to wake up.

Li Su paused for a moment: "Actually, it's good to see Hermione happy, and Tom is a nice person."

Terry found it somewhat unbelievable: "You can actually accept this result?"

“Why can’t I accept it?” Li Su shrugged. “After all, Hermione and I are just classmates who have only met a few times. I just think she’s a bit cool, a bit pretty, a bit… well, I really can’t find any flaws in Hermione.”

However…” Li Su clenched her fist, “One day, Tom will definitely be troubled by not being able to go to Hogsmeade Village, and then I’ll have to step in and sign for him!”

Looking at Li Su's eyes, which were full of longing and expectation, Terry really didn't want to discourage him.

This guy must be crazy; he didn't sleep a wink last night either.

Or did a donkey kick your brain?

You're signing for Tom?

If you dare to sign this in the morning, Professor Snape will definitely be standing in front of you in the afternoon!

Or, not so late?

Just as the ball was in full swing, an uninvited guest arrived—Mr. Filch, waving his cane and shouting.

"It's already curfew time, why are you all here!"

"Damn it, all of you get back to your dorms!"

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to Mr. Filch, not even a single person.

Who cares about you, Filch? We just want to see Tom.

Tom is right!

"Is it that Tom who's causing trouble?" Filch asked, looking down angrily.

Well... I'll just send Tom back, okay?

With that thought in mind, Mr. Filch walked down.

Ms. Lorris glanced at Filch with sympathy and did not follow.

Chapter 66 Professor Snape, Where's My Gift? (2/3)

Cats are intelligent, at least Mrs. Lorice is.

She could tell that everyone's eyes were on Tom and Hermione.

Even Peeves turned on the light for Tom.

If we go down now...

What mischievous thoughts might a kitten have?

Sure enough, Mr. Filch was stopped before he could even get down to the bottom.

It's Harry and Malfoy.

The two men stood in front of Mr. Filch, staring at him with the eyes of unyielding cockroaches.

"Get out of my way!"

“I won’t allow it.” Harry opened his arms. “Sir, you can’t bother Hermione. She didn’t have time to dance today. It’s her time.”

Filch retorted angrily, "That's because they didn't pay attention to the time. It's curfew now, it's curfew time! Are all Gryffindor students so unruly?"

"If you're so capable, go and ask Professor McGonagall to extend the ball!"

As I said before—Professor McGonagall is the highest mountain in the world of Hogwarts rules.

As long as she's still around, she'll definitely maintain the rules!

only……

The group looked up at the audience seats above them.

Professor Dumbledore is here, Professor Snape is here, Professor Sprout... Please put away the stars in your eyes and stop looking at Tom with the eyes of someone who has watched their son grow up.

Even Professor Flitwick, the headmaster of Ravenclaw, who always goes to bed early, was there.

But... what about Professor McGonagall?