Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"I know a little bit about him; he was also from an orphanage."

"There's nothing we can do; all the kids from our orphanage are so meticulous. Professor Dumbledore, please rest assured, I won't be like Vader."

He killed hundreds of people and dares to call himself the Black Demon King?

If I were to become the Dark Lord, I would at least unify the world.

“Hmm…I believe you.” Dumbledore nodded. “Regarding the Mysterious Man’s past…you’re right, he was indeed from an orphanage, and he was just like you when he was young.”

He is intelligent, capable, and hardworking; he can be considered the most talented young man.

Of course, the mysterious person was not as good as you at your age, far inferior to you, and your future achievements will surpass his.

Moreover, I saw kindness in you, a kindness that you maintained even after facing the mysterious person and knowing you shared the same name as them—that's truly precious.

"Uh, Professor Dumbledore, there's no need for such formalities. What I'm more curious about is why you don't go after them?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard and nodded slightly: "I have a more important task, Tom. Have you forgotten what the Mystic's real goal is?"

I must guard the Philosopher's Stone and prevent it from falling into their hands.

"Tom, this mission is very important. If I am no longer here in the future, I hope you can carry it on. The future of the wizarding world belongs to you little guys, especially to you capable little guys."

"I know that with great power comes great power!"

Dumbledore: "?"

"Uh no, I mean with great power comes great responsibility."

……

at the same time.

Gryffindor House.

Harry Potter saw a beautiful firework bloom outside the window and poked his head out.

"Who is so presumptuous as to set off fireworks in the school? Professor Snape will definitely arrest him, hang him up, and lock him in solitary confinement."

Harry muttered to himself.

If it were me...

Harry felt he didn't have the courage.

Could it be that Tom guy again?

For some reason, whenever Tom is mentioned, many images always flash through Harry's mind.

For example, on Halloween, Hermione gives Tom a present.

For example, he had seen Hermione sitting on Tom's firebolt, her arms tightly around Tom's waist, a smile on her face...

Damn it!

Why am I not the one next to Hermione?!

Fortunately, at least Tom is at school now, while Hermione is at Ron's house.

I wonder how Ron is doing.

Harry longs to leave Hogwarts and go find Hermione.

But he knew that the mysterious man had broken into the school, and that he was the target.

There is no other reason.

He believed himself to be the boy who survived a great calamity, the prophesied great savior who would kill Voldemort.

But even the savior has his own troubles.

I am not yet mature enough to save the world.

And it's really unlucky.

No one would have imagined that a future savior would now be fantasizing about life with his classmate Hermione.

"Oh no!"

Suddenly, the dormitory door was opened.

Harry saw Ron with red hair. He looked terrible, and even the small freckles that were usually hidden on his cheeks had popped up and were quite noticeable.

“Ron? What are you doing here? You should be with Hermione…”

“That doesn’t matter, Harry!” Ron shouted. “Mysterio, Mysterio has taken Hermione away!”

"what?"

Harry's mouth dropped open; he couldn't believe it.

“The Dark Lord has been resurrected, Harry! He’s incredibly powerful. My mother did everything in her power, but she still couldn’t stop him. He… he truly deserves to be called the strongest Dark Lord. We must save Hermione! Now, only we can save Hermione!”

Harry reached out and grabbed Ron's shoulder, but the latter reacted quickly, turning and stepping back perfectly to avoid Harry's attack, without any sense of incongruity.

"Harry, the Dark Lord wants the Philosopher's Stone. He said that if we don't give it to him, he'll kill Hermione!"

"Explain yourself clearly what happened!"

“I don’t know how to say it! Hogwarts is full of the Dark Lord’s spies. The Dark Lord sent me to find you and tell you that he needs the Philosopher’s Stone. He also said that if you tell Dumbledore about this, he will kill Hermione. We must go get the Philosopher’s Stone quickly, because only the Philosopher’s Stone can save Hermione.”

Harry paused for a moment: "But if the Philosopher's Stone gets to the Wizarding World, he'll be resurrected, and then the entire wizarding world will..."

"Are they more important or Hermione?" Ron's question silenced Harry.

"Is the entire wizarding world more important to you than Hermione?"

Who is Hermione? She's the girl you like!

For Hermione… For Hermione, you have to do this! Dumbledore is the strongest wizard. Let’s get Hermione back first, and then discuss with Dumbledore how to fight Vanderlei, okay?

If we don't hand the Philosopher's Stone over to the mysterious man within an hour, we know what will happen!

In the years to come at Hogwarts, you will never see Hermione again. She will disappear from your sight forever, and you will no longer have Hermione by your side during class.

No one will give you gifts at Christmas.

You won't even see her wedding, no matter who she marries!

This time, Harry was really worried.

"But, but, I don't know how to take the magic stone, that thing..."

Ron rudely interrupted Harry: "I know, the Philosopher's Stone is in Erised's sunglasses, he hid it! Only you can take it, because you are the savior! Let's go, follow me!"

Harry followed Ron, still somewhat bewildered, all the way to the fourth-floor corridor.

The three-headed dog was fast asleep and did not notice the two people who had sneaked into the room.

After passing the three-headed dog and continuing downwards, Harry found the Chamber of Secrets eerily quiet, seemingly empty.

There were no mechanisms or defensive measures in place.

It doesn't look like a place where the magic stone is hidden at all.

Harry reached out to pat Ron on the shoulder, but Ron suddenly quickened his pace.

"Harry, what are you dawdling for? Run!"

"who are you?"

Harry stopped in his tracks: "Twice now, you won't let me touch you. The first time I thought it was a coincidence, but the second time I don't think so."

Tell me, who are you? You're not Ron. Ron doesn't act like you when he's anxious.

“Who am I?” Ron cursed. “What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I’m Ron. Who else could I be? Aren’t you worried about Hermione?”

"Hermione will be alright."

"He's been captured by the Dark Lord!"

“I just suddenly remembered why Tom set off such a big firework. He knew it was against the rules at Hogwarts, but he did it anyway. And I didn’t hear Professor Snape yelling, which means Professor Snape had something more important to do, right?”

Ron fell into deep thought, looking at Harry Potter as if he were a stranger.

"I didn't expect you to be so calm in this situation."

"You weren't always this calm. You made a mistake, Voldemort! Or rather, Professor Quirrell!"

The skin on the other person's face began to tremble, peeling away little by little, with cracking sounds coming from the bones, and in the blink of an eye, it had transformed into the appearance of Quirrell.

Quirrell had his back to Tom, and the back of his head was staring directly at Harry's face.

"Harry Potter! I've finally met you. How many times have we met? Now, I command you to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone, now, immediately!"

Voldemort's voice carried an unquestionable tone.

"No matter what you say, I will not do it."

"Did I tell you to refuse?! You have no right to refuse, Harry Potter!"

Harry shook his head again: "I won't do that, I've said it before, and besides, we should have a contest between us."

"It was you who killed my father and mother."

Harry's eyes turned bloodshot, and the lightning bolt scar on his forehead felt incredibly hot.

"Voldemort!"

He waved his wand high, like a child about to bite someone in a hurry.

The wand in his hand emitted a blazing light and struck Voldemort.

"Except your weapons!"

“You’re too weak.” Voldemort swatted Harry’s spell away with his wand as if swatting a fly. “If you’re not willing to take out the Philosopher’s Stone, I can help you, but my methods will be cruel, so cruel that you might not be able to bear it.”

Harry Potter, you know, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, ten years, a full ten years!

That day, you were just a child, I couldn't kill you, and your mother loved you very much.

But... I hope that today you still have a mother to protect you.

Voldemort was emanating a green aura, and his wand exuded an incredibly menacing aura.

As Harry raised his wand, he felt the entire floor of the Chamber of Secrets tremble.

"Since you're unwilling to hand over the magic stone willingly, then I'll just have to torture you first before I can get it out."