Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Hermione?

Ron immediately stood up: "This... Didn't Hermione buy you books? How does she have so much money? This dress must have been expensive, right?"

Hermione is a Potions Master, and she said that this amount of money is nothing to her.

But I remember the amount I spent today. Someday I'll become a Potions Master, and then… I'll pay Hermione back, or maybe I'll take her out to buy her a beautiful dress too.

Ron remained silent for a moment without saying a word.

He felt this was something Hermione would do.

Let's not discourage Ginny. Let her keep her interested until the future... and let Professor Snape give her a good beating!

"So why are you still here?" Ginny asked, somewhat dissatisfied. "Maybe you should find a place to study. Look at Hermione, she played all day and is already studying now. Can't you be like her?"

"It's because of your laziness that Mom is so angry."

"Why do you always say such hurtful things?" Ron said with a mournful face, silently walking to the side. After a while, Ron returned. "Want to play wizard chess, Ginny?"

"With you?"

"Ah."

“No.” Ginny refused Ron without hesitation.

"What if it's with Hermione?"

"Down."

Ron retorted, "Why is it that you can't lose to me, but you can lose to Hermione?"

People who lack self-awareness are truly terrifying.

Ginny pouted, not answering Ron directly, but instead sitting on the other end of the sofa, holding a book and starting to read.

Ginny wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the book Hermione had given her seemed to have a certain fragrance, sweet and sweet, like citrus...

It must be because of Hermione.

You must thoroughly understand this book; you should read it at least five times!

Ron tried to talk to Ginny for a few more minutes, but seeing that his sister wasn't paying attention to him, he left feeling bored.

Who should I go visit?

Hermione?

Ron tiptoed upstairs and knocked on the door.

"Hmm? Please come in—" Ron heard the girl's voice inside and pushed open the door.

"Hermione, how about a thrilling game of wizard chess?" Ron said, holding up the wizard chess board.

Tom looked up, shook his head, and declined, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm quite busy right now and might not have time to play chess. Maybe next time, we'll have a chance next time."

“Alright…” Ron lowered his hand and moved closer to Tom. “Let me see what kind of books you’ve been reading… What’s this, the history of the Momo Mountains? Hermione, are you still interested in this kind of stuff?”

“I’m somewhat interested, mainly… By the way, Ron, you’re from a pure-blood wizard family, have you ever heard any legends about the Momo Mountains?”

Tom closed the book and placed his hands on his knees. At first glance, he looked like someone's beloved princess had come to live in the countryside.

"legend?"

Ron repeated the two words, closing his eyes and pondering them carefully in his mind.

The Momo Mountains... I think it's the Alps, there seems to be some kind of legend about it before.

"Let me think... I must have heard related stories when I was a child."

"You're not that old yourself," Tom retorted.

"Hmm...it seems there really is one, Merlin! Merlin left a sword in the stone on the mountaintop."

Tom's expression changed slightly as he asked, "The Sword in the Stone?"

"Yes, the Sword in the Stone. There is a lake on the mountaintop, and in the very center of the lake is a sealed stone. Merlin planted the Sword in the Stone on it. It is said that only a brave and loving knight can pull the Sword out of the stone."

"Anyway, just listen to this story. There's no lake at the top of the Momo Mountains, right?" Ron shrugged. "When I was very young...maybe four or five, this story was very popular."

Tom nodded, thanked Ron, and fell silent.

Sword in the Stone... Merlin...

At times, Tom believed in some legends.

These legends may not be entirely accurate, but they can provide some direction for reflection.

The idea that the top of the Momo Mountains is a lake... is rather unlikely.

After all, I've been up there; it's a volcano.

There was no sword in the stone, only a fire dragon.

Tom focused his attention on the book in front of him.

This book is the same; it doesn't contain anything. He actually only wrote about the history of the Momo Mountains!

As for the ancient script, it mentions it briefly, saying that there may be some ancient giant beasts in the Momo Mountains. These beasts have their own language, so they left their marks on the walls.

This is the origin of "ancient script".

Tom felt his trail had gone cold again, sighed, and looked out the window.

"Hermione, are you perhaps very interested in the Momo Mountains?"

"Hmm—" Tom drew out a long nasal sound, "Not really, just a little curious. I'm curious about a lot of things, and if I can't find the answer in a book, then forget it."

Can't find it?

If I can't find it, I'll study it thoroughly myself! Then I'll write a book about it!

"I really admire your perseverance," Ron sighed. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Close the door before you leave."

Ron: "..."

He decided not to bother Tom anymore and closed the door before leaving.

When they got downstairs... or rather, before they even got downstairs, but just on the stairs, Ron was caught by Ms. Molly.

"Ron, how did you get out of Ginny's room?" Mrs. Molly asked excitedly, her eyebrows dancing. She looked at Ron's face. "You didn't go to see Hermione again, did you? You shouldn't disturb Hermione's studies. I hope it won't happen again."

"I...Mom, let me explain."

"You should have hidden the wizard's chessboard in your hand before you explained. You shouldn't have let me see that thing."

Ron: "..."

He simply forgot.

Ron looked miserable as he watched Mrs. Molly bring a plate of fruit into Ginny's room and chat with Hermione.

Mom is so biased towards Hermione.

Judging from her expression just now, if Hermione were her daughter... she would probably be very happy.

That makes sense; a girl like Hermione would make anyone happy no matter whose daughter she was.

After thinking it over carefully, Ron felt relieved.

Just then, he saw George and Fred below happily inviting him to go out and play, and Ron immediately forgot all about what had happened before.

George and his friends really understand men!

Only men can understand men!

“Ron, try this. We got it from Mrs. Venus.”

"Why is it a green candy?" Ron was a little wary, but seeing that his two older brothers didn't have any sly expressions on their faces, he still put the candy in his mouth.

"Ugh...why is it so sour! What did you two give me to eat?"

George and Fred high-fived each other: "Prank successful!"

……

The Malfoys' house also has a great atmosphere at night.

Although the Malfoy family villa didn't have as many people as the Weasleys's—there were only two of them, Draco and "Tom."

“Tom…” Draco swallowed the bitter wine, pointing to his chest, “My heart… aches…”

I already warned you...

Hermione sighed: "Maybe you're just being too radical. It has nothing to do with you, it's not your fault."

“No, you don’t understand.” Draco shook his head and took another big gulp of wine. “I’m not heartbroken because I was rejected.”

Hermione: "That's..."

"When I watched Miss Isabel, who had just rejected me, take your hand and leave, I really felt like an abandoned pet."

Tom, you may never understand how I felt, but at that moment... I really felt like the sky was falling, you know?

Isabel is so lovely, she's the most lovely person in the world! I've never seen a lady more lovely than Miss Isabel, but she rejected me!

"Please calm down, Draco. You can't drink anymore. I think you're already a little drunk."

"I'm a man of the Malfoy family, how could I possibly get drunk here because of a little bit of wine!"

Hermione: "When Mr. Lucius comes back and sees you like this, all drunk, what do you think his reaction will be?"

Upon hearing this, Draco immediately stopped what he was doing.

He dared not drink it anymore.

That's right. If my father saw me like this, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"I have to put the alcohol away, Tom. Please, don't let Father know I drank today. I'm going to take a shower now, hopefully that will wash off the smell of alcohol."

Draco hurriedly gathered up the bottle, threw it away, and then ran to the bathroom.

Hermione was left alone in the empty villa.

She went outside and felt the cold wind.

The wind was biting cold, and Hermione shivered. Not daring to wander outside any longer, she hurried back into the villa to warm herself by the fireplace.