Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Sunset.

As dusk fell, the Momo Mountains became much more sinister, and several pairs of eyes kept watching them from time to time along the road.

Fortunately, with the help of the unicorn, Tom and Draco encountered no danger on their way down the mountain and made it down safely.

After returning home, Draco took off his long robe.

The tension in his heart, combined with the heat from the fireplace, caused Draco to break out in a cold sweat.

"I thought I was going to die today... Oh my god, Tom, you have no idea what I was thinking when that fire dragon was staring at me, and I even saw things I shouldn't have seen."

I saw Hermione! She was standing right in front of me, reaching out her hand to invite me out to play. She wanted to go on a trip to Hogsmeade with me!

Tom, do you think it's because Hermione was thinking that way back then, and I was having some kind of hallucination?

Tom: "..."

No, Draco, that was just a normal flashback; you just almost died.

Draco was quite the dreamer before he died.

Stop dreaming.

"What if!" Draco slowly clenched his fist, his eyes filled with hope. "I think I should ask Hermione. After all, I am a pure-blood wizard! Hermione would never refuse me."

And she might actually be interested in me!

Despite being defeated countless times in the past few days, young master Draco still possesses a strong heart.

It was so powerful that even Tom was a little envious.

Why don't I have this awareness?

"I've decided. I'm going to the Weasley family tomorrow to see Hermione. Do you want to come with me?" Draco invited Tom.

Unfortunately, Tom rejected Draco.

Tom said he had other things to do tomorrow.

Compared to Hermione and the Weasley family's trivial matters, Tom was more interested in learning about the things inside the Dragon Cave.

Those ancient characters must hold some secret.

Tom sensed an aura of death as he approached the words.

The aura of death was somewhat indescribable.

Tom sensed an evil aura emanating from Voldemort.

Evil is evil, and death is death; there is a great difference between the two.

"Fine, if you don't want to go, then I'll go by myself. You can go out to eat by yourself, or have a servant cook for you."

Draco has servants, but he rarely eats at home.

When he's at school, Draco usually eats in the cafeteria, but when he gets home, he prefers to go out to eat with his friends, showing off his wealth.

Tom nodded.

……

the next day.

When Draco woke up, Tom had already left.

Without even thinking, Draco could guess where Tom had gone.

Draco went to the toilet early in the morning and found the bathroom to be a little damp.

"?"

Did this guy take a shower before going to the Momo Mountains?

Does that mean he's already finished his workout today? What time is it now... 7:33?

What time did that guy get up?!

Draco couldn't help but curse Tom Curse King in his mind.

He had never seen such a diligent wizard, so diligent that... there was absolutely no way to find fault with him.

It seems like only 24 hours a day is meant to restrict Tom!

After leaving home, Draco went to the Weasley family residence.

That place is quite far from their home... or rather, very far.

In the distance, Draco spotted a house in the countryside.

The fiery red-haired boy at the entrance foreshadowed that Draco had come to the right place.

The most striking feature of the Weasley family is their long, fiery red hair.

“Young Master Malfoy?” George saw Draco and, without any politeness, emphasized the word “Young Master,” “May I ask what brings you to our place in the winter?”

“I heard Hermione is staying here temporarily.”

“Oh, yes, yes, Hermione is our friend, so of course she can stay here. But, Mr. Malfoy, you haven’t said why you’re here yet.”

George and Fred hate Draco.

It wasn't just the two of them; the entire Weasley family disliked Draco, except for one person—Ron Weasley.

Seeing the people below arguing, Ron opened his window and saw Draco. He immediately and hurriedly put on his clothes and socks and ran downstairs.

“Hey George, this is my friend. He's probably here to see me.”

George scoffed, "He said he's here to see Hermione. Your name is Hermione, kid."

Ron scratched his head: "Draco, are you here to see Hermione or me?"

"I'm looking for Hermione... I came to see you, but I also wanted to check on her."

George looked displeased. He leaned close to Ron's ear and said, "When did you two get so close? It feels like..."

"It's nothing. Do you remember the Hermione Fan Club that caused such a stir at school?"

George's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Ron in shock: "How did you get involved in that kind of thing? I heard they've caused a lot of trouble for the school."

"No, no, no, it wasn't me... it was Harry. Harry joined, and Hermione's club president is..."

Ron's gaze fell on Draco.

Needless to say, George already knew the answer at this moment.

So this club was founded by Draco?

This is really... incredibly boring.

"Alright, you guys go inside. Remember to keep it down when you're playing around at home."

After taking Draco upstairs, the usually aloof and arrogant young man actually lowered his head: "Sorry, Ron, I've caused you trouble."

Ron waved his hand dismissively: "You and Harry are on the same side, I have no reason to refuse you, Harry and I are friends."

But...you came all this way just for Hermione? I heard something happened at school, do you have any leads?

“No.” Draco shook his head. “The information I have is incomplete. In short, the Mystic was defeated, and Tom seems to have been injured in an accident and is currently at my house.”

Ron: "Oh... Ah?!?"

He jumped up: "What did you say? Tom's in your house? You, you guys..."

"Get rid of the filth in your head! Professor Dumbledore said that Tom was no longer of any use at school and wouldn't learn anything even if he continued to study, so he sent Tom to my house to let him experience what it's like to live the life of a wizard."

These past two days with Tom... well, anyway, I've lost terribly.

With that, Draco sighed and lowered his head.

This was the first time Ron had ever seen the proud young wizard with such an expression, which was quite poignant.

"It's alright." Ron patted Draco on the shoulder. "You'll be even more pitiful and heartbroken in a bit. You're here to see Hermione, right? She's been obsessed with wizard chess lately. Want to give it a try?"

The words "Wizard Chess" sounded like a switch. When Ron mentioned Wizard Chess, Draco shuddered and hurriedly scrambled to a corner.

"What... are you doing?" Ron asked in surprise.

Strange, it's only been a short time since I last saw Draco, but he seems like a completely different person.

He's no longer arrogant, and the haughtiness in his eyes is gone. Now he looks like a little puppy that's been tortured and thrown to the side of the road.

"Oh, it's nothing." Draco realized his lapse in composure and gently patted his chest to calm himself down.

"Wizards chess, right? How good is Hermione at it? Uh, I mean, how good is she?"

Ron shrugged: "I just started learning a few days ago. It took me quite a while to barely understand the rules. Lately, I've been pestering Ginny and me to play chess with her, saying that she has someone she must defeat and that she has to play this game well."

Ron looked helpless: "Why don't you give it a try? As a pure-blood wizard, you should have been exposed to wizard chess since you were a child, right? You can't possibly lose to Hermione..."

Can we finally bully the weak?

Draco's gloomy mood was rekindled.

This time, I will take back what I've lost with my own hands!

What you lose from Tom, you will get back from Hermione!

Draco stepped forward, knocked on the door, and after receiving permission from Ginny and Hermione, entered the room with Ron.

Draco's eyes lit up the moment he saw Hermione.

Miss Hermione is as beautiful and lovely as ever.

That brown hair is truly a gift from God.

Hermione had a few flaws before—she had some freckles on her face and her front teeth were a tiny bit big.

But it's gone now.

After long-term skincare, my skin has become so smooth and delicate, it's almost indistinguishable from a wizard's QQ candy.

After those two front teeth were shrunk, the entire mouth looked even more eye-catching.

“Oh? Malfoy, Ron?” Hermione raised an eyebrow when she saw the two of them. “Malfoy, do you play chess? I mean wizard chess.”

"Of course!"

Draco patted his chest: "I am Draco, the youngest son of the Malfoy family. There is nothing I cannot do."