Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

If Isabel hadn't known Tom was sleeping here, she probably wouldn't have noticed that he was writing something.

"Isabel?" Tom jumped out of bed, pulled Isabel out of the dormitory, and closed the door.

"Why are you here? This is the boys' dormitory, how did you get in... Hmm, you didn't run into George and Fred, did you?"

Isabel asked in astonishment, "How did you know?"

There aren't many people who have the ability to bring members of the opposite sex into their dorm room.

Tom muttered to himself.

Apart from George and Fred, it's estimated that no one else could do it.

Those two guys are really bold; if they get caught...

What brings you here?

Isabel had wanted to ask Tom what he was writing, but then she remembered her business and became serious: "Tom, someone came to see me while I was sleeping, just like before, it was that same person."

Tom immediately became alert: "That ugly monster?"

"That ugly freak."

What does he want you to do?

Isabel shook her head: "He hasn't said yet, but I have a feeling it's not a good thing. That ugly guy said he'll come looking for me again tomorrow. He wants me to do him a favor."

Do him a favor...

Tom stroked his chin and pondered for a moment: "Don't rush to refuse him. First, see what he wants you to do for him, and then you can tell me."

Tom now has to deal with Voldemort.

He has to wait until he learns the meaning of life and death on his own.

The reason was simple: Tom couldn't rest easy until he learned this magic.

What if Voldemort were to resurrect prematurely? For example, what if he found some other treasure that allowed him to come back to life?

Or perhaps... Voldemort's power has greatly increased, and he has countless Death Eaters under his command. How can someone like me, who doesn't even consider life or death, fight against Voldemort?

Tom must stay calm and not rush!

Let Isabel go and scout out the situation first.

Since Voldemort didn't attack her directly, it means...

Either Voldemort can't make a move, or...

He wanted to recruit Isabel as his subordinate.

Let's stall for now!

"Yes, I understand. If he comes to see me again tomorrow, I'll come and tell you, Tom. I just overheard George and Fred talking about something."

Tom: "Hmm?"

"They said you went to the girls' dormitory to see Hermione, at night. What were you doing going to see Hermione at night?"

When did this happen? I'm such a law-abiding person...

Tom suddenly realized.

Oh right, it seems there really was such a thing, but it was a long time ago.

"I don't remember exactly, but it must have been something important. You know, I'm a law-abiding student. I usually don't break the rules, and breaking them occasionally is no big deal."

However... it's always been occasional.

Of course, Tom didn't say that out loud.

"Oh, then you should get some rest. Don't study tonight; it's bad for your eyes," Isabel said before disappearing back into the secret passage.

She could roughly guess what Tom had just been doing.

That notebook... looks like a diary!

Tom must be writing in his diary, and what he's writing might even be related to Hermione!

After all, if it were just an ordinary diary, Tom wouldn't instinctively put it away when he saw people; it must be something very embarrassing!

Or should I sneak over and take a look?

Forget it, this is really annoying.

Isabel shook her head and went back to her dorm to sleep.

Meanwhile, Tom was still in bed, continuing to flip through his notebook.

He was still using psychological manipulation on Voldemort.

Chapter 127 took down Voldemort.

Notebook: "Did you practice your magic today? Avada Kedavra is a very difficult spell, I know. You may encounter many problems, but don't back down when you encounter these troubles. You must forge ahead and overcome the difficulties in order to learn this spell!"

Tom: "I practiced for a while, and it was very difficult, extremely difficult!"

The laptop fell silent.

About six or seven minutes later, the writing appeared at the top.

“You can’t give up just because of this difficulty… But I might have another way. When I was in Slytherin, I hid something in the basement of Hogwarts. It was a pet I kept, and it could use magic. If you can release it, maybe it can teach you Avada Kedavra.”

Seeing that Tom didn't reply, Voldemort grew increasingly impatient. The words on the notebook appeared faster and faster, to the point that by the end, Tom hadn't even finished reading the previous paragraph before the next one appeared.

"That pet is very obedient to me. If you let it out, it can not only teach you magic, but also protect you from being bullied at Hogwarts. And it won't attack you, so you can rest assured. If it tries to attack you, you can show it the notebook, and it will listen to you."

The reason magic schools are established is because many spells are extremely difficult to learn on your own, thus requiring the guidance of professors. I know that without guidance on how to learn Avada Kedavra, you will find yourself in great difficulty. This is the only legacy I leave behind at the school.”

Looking at the words in the notebook, Tom knew that Voldemort was about to make him release the basilisk.

Tom kept tapping his fingers on his knees as he weighed the pros and cons of the situation.

Releasing the basilisk isn't impossible, but they must ensure it won't harm anyone and that they themselves have the ability to stop it. In other words, if Tom were to release the basilisk, it would become his pet, not Voldemort's servant!

The thought of possibly outwitting Voldemort filled Tom with a sense of excitement.

But tonight was clearly not a good time to respond to Voldemort, so Tom chose to close his notebook.

He should get a good rest tonight. As for what Voldemort thinks of him, that's his business. Anyway, the laptop doesn't need to sleep at night, so let him worry for a while.

……

The next morning.

Tom woke up early, stuffed the notebook under the bed, and without reading any of the writing on it, went to class.

Going to class had become somewhat unfamiliar to Tom; he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he'd last attended.

Tom smiled as he saw the students rushing around because they were about to be late.

If I'm going to be late, I might as well skip the class. These students are too young and not as composed as I am.

Tom arrived at the Herbology classroom early and, seeing the joy on Professor Sprout's face, went up to greet him warmly.

Not only was Professor Sprout happy, but the other students also seemed to show a hint of joy on their faces. When they saw Tom, it was as if they had seen a savior.

Although Tom didn't understand why they respected him so much, he was still somewhat proud.

When Li Su saw Tom come to class, she immediately sat down next to him and excitedly patted Tom's thigh: "What's wrong with you today? I thought you were going to sleep in the dormitory until noon again and then suddenly disappear from the dormitory."

Terry nodded: "Yeah, we hardly ever see you lately. We only see you sitting on your bed at night when we go back to the dorm, holding a laptop. Tom, you wouldn't..."

Tom looked at the two men with a puzzled expression: "What can't I do?"

"You're not really in love, are you?" Terry asked in astonishment. "Only people in love would carry around a notebook all day, and who knows what they're writing. You're just like them right now."

in love?

The two words flashed through Tom's mind, but he immediately dismissed them.

How can a real man jeopardize his future for the sake of romance?

What he's doing now is far more important than romance!

Do you know what it's like to be a PUA Voldemort?

You know, even after I die, as long as that notebook is still there, everyone will know that the once ferocious Voldemort has become a well-behaved boy under Tom's words.

Voldemort is now either waiting for news from Tom or on his way to wait for news from Tom. As long as Tom writes a sentence in his notebook, Voldemort's reply speed is much faster than the Seeker's speed in a Cortitch game.

Tom waved his hand: "That's not true, you're all just imagining things. If I wanted to be in a relationship, I would have already found a girl at school and gotten engaged."

But I'm curious why the other students looked at me like I was a hero.

Terry clicked his tongue: "You haven't been to school these past few days, so you have no idea what kind of person Professor Snape has become."

Tom looked at him with a puzzled expression, waiting for Terry's explanation.

"Professor Snape is now inexplicably dragging other students into the solitary confinement room to write self-criticisms, especially Li Su, who has been called in four times this week."

Uncle Li sighed: "It's all because you betrayed me before. Now Professor Snape thinks that I wrote all the reports submitted, and that I even accepted 10 Galleons from them."

Tom shrugged, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with him.

"So what does this have to do with me?"

"The students all say that Professor Snape was so angry because you didn't come to class. If you had come to class, Professor Snape would have been the same as before, at least he wouldn't be making them write self-criticisms all the time like he is now."

And not only do they have to write self-criticisms, but they also have points deducted. Gryffindor has already lost nearly 200 points in just a few days since the start of the semester.

Even Professor Snape's own Slytherin house wasn't spared this fate; it's said that Slytherin students now lose about 20 points in every class.

Tom found it a little funny; Professor Snape had gone mad with killing.

Professor Snape would only deduct points from their own house's grades in very rare circumstances.

Of course, the second year is an exception. After all, there's still me in the second year. When I had a conflict with Draco, didn't Professor Snape deduct points from Slytherin's grades?

"I will attend the next potion experiment class, but I can't guarantee it. If I have other things to do later, I may need to take two more days off."

Terry looked at Tom with some disdain: "When have you ever asked for leave? Don't you just skip class?"

"Anyway, I'm just skipping class, so it doesn't make a difference." Tom didn't care about this trivial matter.

Just as the three were talking, Professor Sprout clapped his hands on the podium, drawing all the students' attention to himself.