Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

This was a deal where no one lost—at least that's how Tom saw it.

As evening fell, Hermione saw Li Su and, without saying a word, slammed a Galleon on the table in front of him: "You're so annoying! I've never thought anyone could be as annoying as you, doing something like this!"

After saying that, Hermione didn't give Li Su a chance to explain and turned to leave, leaving Li Su completely bewildered.

Li Su looked at Terry beside her with a puzzled expression: "Terry, did I do something really annoying?"

I don't think so...

"Yes, then why is that!"

Terry shook his head and patted Li Su on the shoulder: "Friend, my friend, sometimes when inexplicable things happen, I think what you should do is not doubt yourself, but doubt the people around you, for example..."

"You mean, Tom?"

Li Su remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"That wretched Tom! I even kindly helped him write his self-criticism! He just took the one I wrote to Professor Snape! He must be punished tonight!"

……

Professor Snape was leisurely relaxing in his office.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but since Tom left, his life seemed to have become much simpler.

Much more comfortable now!

As long as that annoying Tom doesn't come...

"Knock, knock, knock." Snape heard a knock on the door, and that annoying voice. "Professor Snape, are you there? I'm coming in."

Here comes the troublemaker.

To be honest, Professor Snape had no intention of opening the door for Tom.

Tom didn't expect Professor Snape to open the door for him; he opened it himself and came in.

"I don't think I've mentioned I was in the office yet, Tom. You're getting more and more arrogant..."

Tom chuckled and said, "I just came to deliver the report. If you weren't here, Professor, I could have just left it on the table. Here's the report, five thousand words."

"You didn't write this, did you? Your handwriting isn't that bad." Snape recognized it at a glance. "Speaking of which, I've had quite a few people write self-criticisms lately, and it seems like everyone's handwriting is the same. Who wrote it for you?"

Tom immediately became serious: "I cannot betray my friends. As an honest Ravenclaw, I would never say that I spent 10 Galleons to have Li Su write this 5,000-word self-criticism for me."

"Ten Galleons? They only spent one Galleon."

"Because my examination was of high quality."

Snape: "Where is it high?"

"It cost 10 Galleons, and the quality is high for the price."

Snape sighed: "You didn't start learning Potions because you thought you wouldn't lack Galleons in the future, did you? You really are... never mind, I'm too lazy to talk to you. Here are 10 Galleons, take them. If you don't want to write next time, then don't. I was just saying... Call Li Su when you get back."

Seeing the shift in hatred, Tom immediately replied respectfully, "Yes, Professor, I'll be right there, just a moment!"

……

Half an hour later, Li Su appeared in Professor Snape's office.

"Li Su, you got 10 Gallons from Tom, didn't you? You... seem to really enjoy writing self-criticisms lately?"

Li Su: "???"

What do you mean 10 Galleons? There was only 1! And it was Hermione who gave it to me; Tom, that miser, didn't give me any at all!

"Since you enjoy writing self-criticisms so much, then squat here and keep writing. You can leave when you finish a 20,000-word self-criticism. I won't let you leave until you're done."

Li Su: "? Professor Snape, I'm innocent, I'm innocent!"

"I believe what I see with my own eyes, 10 Galleons... Hah, you can actually say that."

"I do not have……"

But Professor Snape didn't listen to Li Su at all and turned away.

Right after Professor Snape left, Tom sneaked into the office.

Tom! I hate you!

"Quiet down, I'm back to help you, aren't I? Don't call Professor Snape back, come with me."

Chapter 124 Voldemort's Temptation

"Tom, why did you tell Professor Snape that I took 10 of your Galleons when I only took 1!"

You're slandering me; you need to apologize to me!

Li Su was led out of the office by Tom, and only then did she realize how angry she had become.

"Calm down, at least I earned 10 Galleons from Professor Snape."

"Does a potion master like you really need to worry about such a small amount of money..." Li Su was a little speechless.

He never expected that Tom would actually hit Professor Snape on the head with the abacus beads.

"But if we just come out like this, what if Professor Snape finds out? Will the consequences be serious..." Thinking of this, Li Su shuddered.

They knew how ruthless Professor Snape was, though Tom himself probably didn't know just how ruthless the professor was in private.

After all, he was Professor Snape's illegitimate son—at least that's what the students were saying.

"We've already run away, we'll deal with the consequences if we get punished later." Tom shrugged indifferently and took Li Su back to the dormitory to sleep.

Leaning against the wall next to the bed, Tom opened Voldemort's Horcrux notebook.

The notebook seemed to be in a hurry, constantly displaying line after line of small text while Tom ignored him.

Do laptops want love too?

Tom smiled for a moment before resuming his conversation with the Horcrux.

Notebook: "How did your Avada Kedavra practice go today?"

Notebook: "I'm not lying to you, this really is the practice method for Avada Kedavra, but you must be careful not to be discovered by others while practicing this magic."

Notebook: "Why are you ignoring me? Have we been found out already? Have those bald monks at the Ministry of Magic done anything to you?"

Notebook: "Did you fail? It's okay if you failed. After all, this is the most difficult magic. As long as you study hard and practice diligently, you will definitely succeed!"

Tom: "..."

I never expected this notebook to be such a chatterbox.

Why does he seem more anxious than I am?

Tom picked up his pen and wrote down a short sentence.

Tom: "Where would I find the time to practice? I have so many classes, I'm always running around, either taking this class or that class. After class, I also have to maintain good relationships with my friends. I don't want to be ostracized by everyone."

The notebook breathed a sigh of relief when Tom finally replied.

Notebook: "Great! I thought the old folks at the Ministry of Magic found out about your Avada Kedavra practice. I was even thinking about contacting my friends to rescue you from Azkaban."

Voldemort went to Azkaban to save me?

Tom sneered inwardly.

Just thinking about that scene makes me realize that even if I jumped into the Yellow River, I'd never be able to clear my name.

A large number of Death Eaters poured into Azkaban in order to save one of their little ones.

Tom: "I haven't had much time to study today. I'll try again tomorrow. Do you have any other magic as powerful as Avada Kedavra? Give them to me."

Notebook: "Don't bite off more than you can chew. Although I have some other spells, you must at least learn Avada Kedavra first. Taking it one step at a time is the most important foundation for becoming a wizard!"

Many wizards are like you; they're young and believe their talents are supreme, so they learn several powerful spells at the same time. The only result is always the same: they go mad! You can't be like them. You must take each step carefully. Don't touch other spells before you've mastered the current one.

Can't you get anything out of me?

Tom sighed, wrote down three words, "Understood," and closed the notebook.

He felt that Avada Kedavra... Voldemort hadn't fully taught him either.

Once he has learned enough, Voldemort will likely begin to implement his plan.

He might allow himself to release the snake from the secret room.

Beneath Hogwarts lies a giant serpent.

That giant snake was incredibly terrifying. To put it simply, if it made eye contact with a person, that person would die!

If you make eye contact with someone through glass or a lens, the outcome will be slightly easier—you'll be petrified.

But the giant serpent was not invincible, at least not without its weaknesses—it was afraid of the crowing of roosters.

If Ginny gets her hands on this notebook, the first thing she'll do is kill all the chickens in Hogwarts.

Tom kept tapping his knee with his fingers.

How can we make Voldemort drop everything?

I need to think of a good solution...

Chicken...that's right!

I think I had another pet, but I don't know how it is now.

Tom got out of bed and went to the door of Hagrid's cabin, which he hadn't visited in a long time.

Tom knocked on the door and saw Hagrid open it. The man's face was as weathered as ever, like an old man. Although he was already quite old, he looked about the same age as Professor Dumbledore.

"Mr. Hagrid, it's been a long time."

“It’s you, Tom.” Hagrid breathed a sigh of relief. “You’ve finally come. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you these past few days. I wanted to go see you during the day, but I was afraid of disturbing your studies, so I didn’t dare to leave the house.”

Mr. Hagrid grabbed Tom's shoulder and led him into the house.

“Mr. Hagrid…you don’t look well. Is there something you need? If you need some potions to help you recover, I can…”

“No!” Hagrid interrupted Tom rudely, his big eyes fixed on him. “Those are minor matters; the most important thing is this!”

He pointed to the giant, colorful-scaled chicken.

“Your giant rainbow-scaled chicken has grown up. One day I didn’t keep a close eye on it and let it run into the forbidden forest. I don’t know what it ate, but look at what it looks like now!”