Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

So polite?

This was something he hadn't expected.

Lockhart initially thought Tom would argue with him aggressively.

But seeing that the other party showed weakness from the beginning actually gave him some confidence.

Lockhart puffed out his chest: "You should know who I am, and you've heard of my name, and if you're lucky enough, you may have even read my books."

Dragons are powerful and magical creatures, and you can befriend them. I think my book has given some inspiration to these students over the years.

"So, shouldn't you tell me now why you didn't come to class yesterday?"

Before Tom could even speak, Garo behind him moved his paws and took two steps forward.

"Boom-boom-"

Every time Garo's foot landed, it kicked up a cloud of dust at Hogwarts.

The pressure is immense!

Professor Lockhart's forehead was covered in sweat.

Galo lowered his head, now less than a meter away from Lockhart.

She used human language for the first time: "Defense Against the Dark Arts... Professor? Are you going to be the professor, or is Tom going to be the professor? Why do I feel like you're not very capable?"

I've met many wizards, and those powerful wizards always give me a strange feeling, but with you... I even feel that your strength is not as good as those students.

Compared to Tom... well, you and Tom are not comparable.

I heard Tom was being bullied, and I thought it was some powerful guy, but it turns out he's just a weak wizard.

Galo opened her mouth, and a hot breath came out of her mouth.

Lockhart didn't dare to talk back and plopped down on the ground.

"Tom, Tom! Get this dragon away! I don't want to see a dragon! Otherwise, I might accidentally kill her!"

Chapter 111 Is the Headmaster of Hogwarts Dumbledore or Tom? (4k)

“Kill me?” Gara looked at Lockhart as if she had heard a funny joke. “You think you can kill me?”

"Unless you can use some powerful summoning magic to summon that dead old man Merlin, I can't imagine any way you could harm me."

"Shut up, forget everything!" Lockhart raised his wand and pointed it at Garo's eyes.

The magic flashed by, like a fly landing on Gara, without causing the slightest ripple.

Gara didn't even realize the guy in front of her had used magic: "What did you just use?"

Lockhart: "..."

No.

Nobody ever told him that Tom owned a dragon!

And didn't the information say that Tom was just a child from an orphanage? Why is he accompanied by a dragon?

This doesn't match the information!

Lockhart's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Fortunately, Galo did not continue to attack him, but instead returned to play with the group of students.

This was the first time Galo had ever thought that wizards were pretty good.

All you have to do is let them touch it, and you'll get a nice dessert.

And there are a lot of them!

These students didn't seem afraid of him; only a few looked pitiful and didn't come forward to make a move.

"Tom, I've already tried it for you. This guy isn't very capable. With your current abilities, you should be able to take him down easily."

"Yes, thank you, Gara."

Galo shook his head, tore open a small bread roll and put it in his mouth, and very hygienically returned the garbage bag to Tom.

Galo knew that the reason these students weren't afraid of her was because there was someone else standing next to her—Tom.

At the same time, when she first entered the school, Galo sensed a sense of crisis.

Several pairs of eyes were watching him at the time, but they stopped caring once they saw Tom.

There were indeed powerful wizards at Hogwarts, but they didn't harm them out of consideration for Tom.

Tom... he really knows how to win people over.

"Galo, where do you come from?"

Asking a question? Didn't you bring any snacks?

Galo ignored him and continued to stare blankly.

……

“Mr. Lockhart, your hair is all messy. Did you just wake up? Perhaps we should find a place to sit down together, have a cup of tea, and have a good talk. What do you think?”

Please...don't look at me with that fearful look. I'm just a student. At Hogwarts, you're the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and you have the right to grade my work.

Lockhart swallowed hard, unsure whether Tom was being sarcastic.

But he dared not disobey Tom at this moment, so he had no choice but to invite Tom to his office.

After pouring himself a cup of tea, Lockhart sat upright in his chair with his knees together and his hands resting on them, looking exactly like an obedient and sensible child.

Tom took a sip of tea: "Hmm? This must be Professor Sprout's green tea, right? Only green tea grown in greenhouses has this kind of aroma."

Lockhart immediately straightened his back: "Yes, yes! I didn't expect you to have such good taste. You are indeed a wise wizard who has read my autobiography."

“Professor Lockhart, it’s just the two of us here. I actually know quite a bit about you.”

Lockhart: "..."

"Tom, I think you... as a student, you still have to study."

Tom sighed: "Why don't you understand? Never mind... maybe the two of us can give it a try. Professor, you know, students sometimes duel, like samurai."

They would stand on either side, each holding a wand, to see who could remove the other's weapon first.

"...Would you like to try with me? Perhaps only then will you understand the extent of my abilities, and understand why I no longer need to attend classes."

Lockhart quickly shook his head, his head bobbing like a rattle: "No, Tom, I'm not just talking about my class."

Think about it, there are so many professors in the school. Have you mastered all of Snape's Potions class? Have you understood all of Flitwick's Charms class? And... and also, have you mastered all of Sprout's Herbalism class?"

Tom nodded: "Of course, otherwise why would I leave? Besides, Professor Snape said that my potions skills are now at a master level. If you, Professor Lockhart, are not confident in your defense against the dark magic, we can also have a potions duel."

"Whether you name a potion that's in the book or not, you can name it, and I can make it."

"What about Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class?" Professor Lockhart seized on a key point!

Tom hasn't mentioned a single person from the beginning until now, and that person is Minerva McGonagall!

Professor McGonagall is a person who values ​​rules the most, and she will definitely not allow Tom to skip class!

In addition, Professor McGonagall is also the vice-principal of Hogwarts.

Lockhart considered himself very intelligent.

After Tom brought up Professor McGonagall, he had no answer to him at all!

Because Professor McGonagall would absolutely not agree to Tom doing that!

"Perhaps you could try to find Professor McGonagall, or Professor Dumbledore!" Tom suddenly shouted towards the door.

"Son, what's the matter? I was just about to let Fawkes have a good chat with your dragon friend," Dumbledore's voice came from outside the door.

Even the phoenix Fox on his shoulder let out a cry at that moment.

"I'd like to ask you, is Professor McGonagall at the school?"

"Minerva... I'm sorry, she probably hasn't woken up yet at this time. Besides, Minerva has been quite busy lately. She goes out right after class."

Tom pressed on, "When did this 'recent' period begin?"

Dumbledore: "...Today."

Professor McGonagall seemed to know what was going to happen today, and she left before the first class even started.

A question mark slowly appeared above Lockhart's head.

This is... Professor McGonagall actually agreed to what this guy did?

No, no, no, this doesn't sound like agreement; it sounds more like... tacit consent.

“I’m sorry, Professor Lockhart, it seems Professor McGonagall isn’t at school today, so she probably can’t speak up for you.” Tom shrugged. “So, Professor, do you have any more questions?”

After all, I don't want to get a bad grade on my final Defense Against the Dark Arts class assessment.

Lockhart swallowed hard. "Why are you so obsessed with grades? You really do value fame and fortune, don't you?"

"That's not the case. It's just that if I get all O grades, I can get a scholarship from Professor Dumbledore. Perhaps my friends haven't told you, but I'm actually a money-grubber. You know, a Potions Master needs a lot of Galleons to support his daily practice."

You're lying!

That scholarship is only worth a small amount!

If you are truly a master of potions, a single potion from you is worth as much as a scholarship in Galon!

"I'll think about it," Lockhart said hesitantly.

He didn't want to agree to Tom's request—if he gave Tom special treatment, wouldn't that mean he was bowing down to Tom?

He's the legendary Lockhart!

How could he possibly bow down to a student? He couldn't do such a thing!

However, if he disagreed with Tom… Lockhart always felt that if he refused, the dragon named Garo would tear his body apart immediately.

The left side is difficult, but the right side is even more difficult.

Lockhart could only resort to his last resort: stalling for time.

"Oh, then stay here until you've thought it through. I'm going out to catch up with my friends. After all, I haven't seen them all holiday, and they must miss me."