Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

At least George and Fred had a much better relationship than the two of them, and they wouldn't stay silent all day without saying a word.

Ginny tentatively asked, "Isabel, I heard Tom goes to the lab every morning. Did you see him today...?"

“No, maybe Tom is just too tired and will rest today. But I’ll see Tom tomorrow.” Although Isabel was talking to Ginny, her gaze kept drifting towards Misha, clearly asserting her dominance.

"Oh? Is that so? But Tom didn't rest today. I saw him in the cafeteria this morning. People who don't eat breakfast are in trouble, hmph."

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me!" Isabel was annoyed.

"Why should I inform you? Do I have to beg you to have breakfast? Great Lady Isabel, I beg you, can you come to the cafeteria with me tomorrow... Is this what you want me to do!" Misha retorted sarcastically, bringing their relationship to its most strained point.

Ginny didn't know what to say, so she could only pull on the left and then on the right.

"Why... are there still people talking down there?" Snape glanced at the two arguing women. "Isabel, Misha, ladies, please tell me what you two are doing. Didn't I already say that I was starting to make potions?"

"Neither of you has made a move yet. Do you want me to personally concoct the potion for you?"

Misha stuck out her tongue and started moving.

“Foolish! Who taught you to pour water into the crucible first! You should prepare the ingredients first, and chop them up before pouring them into the crucible!” Isabel, like a little teacher, took the initiative to chop.

She was extremely skilled at brewing potions; every step was performed like a textbook exercise, without any unnecessary parts.

Ginny was stunned by what she saw.

How come Isabelle is so skilled at this?

She suddenly remembered Hermione's assessment of Tom—a powerful wizard who excelled in every subject, especially Potions.

Looking at it now, isn't Isabelle just another Tom?

He's an expert in Potions, and seems more like a professor than Professor Snape.

She's already so amazing, I wonder how amazing Tom will be.

Ginny was filled with curiosity.

Meanwhile, Tom, whom Ginny was most curious about, was in the dormitory...

Tom looked at the notebook in his hand.

Lord Voldemort finally handed over his Burning Technique.

Last night, Tom asked Notebook how to learn Avada Kedavra, but Notebook just gave Tom a standard, routine lesson.

Tom received a grade after learning according to the other party's instructions.

poor!

From that moment on, Tom knew that the notebook definitely contained something real.

After all, it can't be that I lack talent!

How could his talent be bad? How could he possibly achieve a poor rating with just Avada Kedavra?

It has to be perfect, no matter what!

Tom ignored the +3 experience and didn't pay attention to the notebook all night.

He decided to sort through the notebook once this guy released something real.

If he doesn't teach me... then I'll just ignore him!

Let's leave him hanging and see who gets anxious first.

Fortunately, Voldemort was the one who got anxious first.

He spent the whole night writing, but didn't get a reply from Tom. Suddenly, he got anxious.

This time they were really desperate and had no choice but to pull out something real.

Seeing the large amount of ink the other person had written so eloquently, Tom's lips curled up in a smile.

Yes, yes, this is exactly what I wanted.

Avada Kedavra, I want to learn it!

The safest place is...

The Death Zone, where Merlin, King Arthur, and that witch predecessor were located.

Tom couldn't find a safer place than that.

Moreover, practicing Avada Kedavra there will not be known to others.

Tom silently chanted a spell and met Merlin.

When Merlin saw Tom, he raised his enormous staff, but instead of attacking Tom, he ran away without even glancing at him.

In Merlin's eyes, Tom was no different from a monster.

A monster with exceptional talent!

With no one around, Tom started practicing Avada Kedavra.

or……

Tom wondered if he was lacking a sparring partner.

So, who is the right person to hire as a sparring partner?

In just a moment, Tom had someone in mind.

No one is more suitable than her!

Senior witch, please teach me magic!

Tom climbed to the top of the wizard's tower, but the witch was not at the very top; she was in the study in the middle.

Four hands, each flipping through a book; it's a mystery how she managed to keep up.

Chapter 122 Teacher, please marry me!

"You still haven't brought the Mirror of Erised." The witch saw Tom arrive, closed the spellbook with all four hands, propped her head up with one hand, and looked at Tom with some boredom. "Perhaps it's time for you to bring it."

Tom, with a look of trying his best, said, "Senior, this matter is not so simple. I can't just take it directly, can I? Before that, I should talk to the headmaster of the school, Mr. Dumbledore, but I can't find that opportunity."

“But you clearly had a chance yesterday.” The witch looked into Tom’s eyes.

Her tightly closed pupils opened, and a deep blue light emanated from the depths of her eyes, seemingly able to see through Tom's heart.

Tom knew that this wicked witch could see his experiences through his own eyes.

His own eyes were connected to hers; the deep blue in his pupils was the proof.

"You should hurry up. What brings you here this time?"

"I need your help with something."

“The Mirror of Erised…” the witch repeated, speaking softly in a voice just loud enough for Tom to hear, “That mirror has been gone for so long, I miss it so much. If I could get it back, I wouldn’t have to take my eyes off my face to use as a mirror in the morning.”

Tom: "...Senior, could you please not say such scary things? Ordinary wizards don't take off their own eyes to use as mirrors."

"Really? Then you wizards these days really don't know how to enjoy life."

Tom sighed. It seemed that if he wanted the witch to help him with sparring, he would have to bring over the Mirror of Erised.

"I'll go talk to Professor Dumbledore and ask him to make an application. Hopefully, he'll be awake by now."

A look of joy appeared on the witch's face. She watched Tom leave, her four little hands unsure of what to do, and she became somewhat restless.

Mirror of Erised! Mirror of Erised!!!

After waiting for so long, am I finally going to return to my embrace?

For the first time, the witch felt time was passing so slowly during the twenty-minute wait.

Why isn't Tom back yet?!

Where did he go? Why is he having breakfast?!

Bring the magic mirror back, and I'll have Merlin boil his beard into porridge for you!

Finally, Tom finished his meal.

Then, the witch saw Tom return to his dormitory and lie down on his bed.

What is this guy doing?!

Oh, he took the notebook out and glanced at it, then put it away again.

After doing all this, Tom returned to the Room of Requirement and inscribed a magic circle on the ground to bring the Mirror of Erised over.

at last!

The witch's face was full of smiles.

She had been waiting for this day for a very, very long time.

As Tom teleported to her, the witch stepped forward.

The Mirror of Eris was well protected. Despite the passage of thousands of years, the mirror remained unchanged, with its frame inlaid with gold thread and no signs of damage.

The witch touched the Mirror of Erised with her palm and smiled, "Finally back to me!"

"Senior, what exactly is the purpose of this magic mirror? I saw it flash briefly when you touched it just now?"

"Of course, you don't even know whose magic mirror this is. Hmph, let me show you the real use of this magic mirror. Come here, stand behind me... don't stand so far away from me. Don't worry, your confidantes won't see this. They won't cut your head off."

With a cough, the witch raised her four hands and muttered some incantation.

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, tell me, who is the most handsome man in the world!"

The image in the magic mirror began to distort.

"See? This is another use of the Mirror of Eris. Besides helping me with my morning grooming, I can also ask it anything!"

He will tell me anything he knows, and he will never hide anything from me!

"Let me show you who the most handsome man in the world is! Witness the power of the Mirror of Erised! And by the way, I must be the most beautiful wizard in the world!"

The image was distorted, and a rough outline appeared in the mirror of the Mirror of Erised.

Gradually, the outline takes shape.

It's Tom.