Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

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My heart is pounding.

The blonde girl was in the blacksmith's shop, wearing armor, and a longsword lay on the floor.

The longsword was plain and unadorned, with many stones mixed in on its surface.

Sword in the Stone!

The girl spotted Tom and turned around.

"A living person?"

“Greetings, Your Majesty,” Tom replied, performing a chivalrous salute.

Arthur returned Tom's salute: "I am no longer a king, but just an ordinary knight... or as you would call me now, an ordinary wizard."

"You flatter me. If you call yourself an ordinary wizard, who else would dare to claim to be a powerful wizard?"

Arthur turned his gaze to the top of the tower, his eyes revealing undisguised resentment.

"In my opinion, that senior is not nearly as charming as you, Arthur. Also, may I ask you a question? Senior Arthur, how many bowls of rice do you usually eat?"

Arthur: "? Seven or eight bowls, I guess. I'm a knight, so it's normal for me to eat a lot. During the time I was king, I had to use my brain every day, so it's even more normal for me to eat a lot. But do you know me? What's your name?"

"Tom Riddle, no one doesn't know your name, Arthur."

"Just call me Arthur." Arthur waved his hand. "I'm not that old. I pulled the sword from the stone and formed the Knights of the Round Table, but I actually died not long after that..."

The legends you hear later are all fabricated, because people need a source of emotional support. Do you understand?

Tom nodded: "Probably."

"Tom...may I call you that? After all, your surname is quite long, and I prefer something shorter. Tom, you should have already met my teacher, right?"

"Is that Mr. Merlin? I've already met him. His wand is truly enviable. I plan to forge a wand as huge as his when I become powerful in the future."

Arthur smiled, sat down in her chair, and gestured for Tom to sit down. "Not many people come into the Land of Death. There are only three humans: me, Merlin, and that other one. Besides humans, there are some other things."

"How did you, a mere child, get in here? Merlin didn't even attack you when he saw you. You know... he nearly went mad trying to get those spells, and even after coming in, it took him two hundred years to calm himself down."

Tom shrugged. "Perhaps Mr. Merlin wanted to attack me, but that person stopped him."

"She stopped him... Oh, and then she sent you to find me, right? I understand."

Arthur walked to the other side, picked up the sword in the stone from the ground, and placed it on the table: "Tom, try to pick it up."

"I?"

“You,” Arthur said confidently, “Relax. You should know that stories are all fabricated, and the things in them are all mythologized. After all, people only like to read about one legend.”

This is the sword in the stone. If only you… no, since that detestable big shot sent you to me, he must want me to hand over the sword to you. Right now, I can no longer pull out this precious sword.”

Under Arthur's gaze, Tom reached out his hand.

When Tom touched the blade of the sword in the stone, he could feel the longsword vibrate violently in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the stones on the surface of the sword fell off, revealing its true form.

The golden scabbard, with its markings lighting up like a giant dragon baring its fangs and claws.

A deep blue light shimmered at the hilt of the sword.

“Please remember, this is the Sword in the Stone. Although it’s called a sword… it’s a wand,” Arthur reminded Tom. “While you can use it for melee attacks to kill enemies, it really is a wand.”

Tom: "Why do you keep emphasizing this?"

"Because when I took him into battle, I found that he couldn't even cut through the enemy's iron armor." The blonde girl shrugged. "So elves are all a bunch of freaks. They can make a sword, but they insist on making it into a wand."

Your deep blue eyes remind me of that detestable big shot. Perhaps I should be happy for you; you've become his eyes, and on the path of magic ahead, you will be invincible.

Blue pupils?

Tom was puzzled. What was this guy talking about?

My eyes are clearly green.

Because it was with those green eyes that Professor Snape...

Tom saw his own eyes reflected in the sword.

His left eye shone with a blue light, clear and sparkling like a gemstone, which made Tom feel admiration.

But before Tom could speak, he felt a wave of dizziness.

By the time Tom came to his senses, he was already standing in the cave again.

The volcanic caves of the Momo Mountains.

Everything was exactly the same as before, without any change.

As always, Galo huddled in the corner, not even daring to look up at Tom. She silently squatted down, as if bowing to him.

Everything was the same as before... except that Tom now had a long sword at his waist.

The Holy Sword.

No, I should call it a magic wand that looks like a sword.

"Tom, you, you're back?" Gara's body trembled slightly. "You used that magic? You actually succeeded! Over there, who did you see?"

"Merlin, King Arthur, and one more..."

Gara raised her paw: "Stop, let's leave that aside. Anyway, you saw them, right? And they're all still alive?"

"They're all still alive," Tom asked. "Why do you seem a little doubtful? Do you actually want them to disappear?"

“I didn’t say that! Tom, don’t try to get me to judge someone…someone who can’t speak with such suggestive words. I’ll die! I don’t want to die! I still have to wait until September to start Hogwarts, and then I’m going to go find those first-year students to get food!”

Tom then realized what was happening.

Yes, it's August.

Time really flies.

So, they should have received their admission notices by now, right?

—Tom refers to Shadow and Misha.

Although these two had been living at Hogwarts for quite some time, receiving their acceptance letters was different; it was sacred, a true first time!

Tom thought they would be very happy.

……

at the same time.

The Weasleys.

Ginny just went out with her mom and the others today to buy things she'll need for the start of school.

There were so many magic books. These things were very expensive, and she was a little reluctant to part with them when she saw the prices.

And luckily, they met Hermione on the way, and now Hermione is back with them.

Tonight I can sleep with my sweet-smelling Hermione again!

"Ginny, do you have a notebook I can borrow?" Hermione walked in from outside, noticing Ginny's slightly flushed cheeks, and wondered what she was thinking. "Ginny?"

"Oh, let me find it for you. This...this isn't it. This is a spellbook. This...this is it."

"Thank you."

Hermione took the notebook from the other person.

"Hermione, what are you doing with that notebook? Are you starting to learn second-year magic now?"

Hermione shook her head: "No, I've already finished learning second-year magic. I'm already learning fourth-year magic, and I'm almost done. This is for simulating wizard chess. I'm going to draw my own chess manual. Next time... I definitely can't lose to Tom!"

Tom is going back to school this semester, and I'm determined to be better than him!

Ginny nodded: "Good luck!"

Speaking of which, I'm going to school soon too.

Tom... that intriguing name.

Ginny smacked her lips.

She had heard Hermione talk about Tom for a very long time, and now she finally had the chance to see him in person.

I don't know what kind of person he is.

……

Hermione sketched a chessboard on her notebook.

But before she could even begin to write, suddenly, the ink she had drawn disappeared.

Hermione: "?"

This is some kind of magic notebook! How am I supposed to take notes like this?!