Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Hermione, if you don't get up now, you'll miss your flight."

The door opened, and the woman's face came into Tom's view.

The woman, like her, had long, curly hair. However, the woman was good at dressing up; she combed her messy, woolly curls and tied them into a large ponytail at the back of her head, making them look extremely neat.

“Honey…you can’t put books on the bed, Hermione. Oh, I know the Hogwarts letter excited you, and we’re so happy you’re going to Hogwarts.”

But before that—you have to get up and wash up first, then come out with us. Your dad and I finally managed to free up some time off; we'd planned to go on a trip together.”

As she spoke, the woman placed the thick book that Tom had bumped into on the bedside table; it was the book that Tom had just touched while bending over.

Hogwarts?

Hermione?!

I crossed again?

Am I Hermione Granger now? The youngest Minister of Magic in the future?

"Mom... I'm not feeling well today." Tom bent over, curled up in the blankets, and hugged his stomach. "I'm sorry, I probably can't go with you. Maybe next time."

Tom had spent so much time in the orphanage; he would like to go out and play if given the chance.

However, he was worried about being exposed.

"Are you feeling unwell?" the woman asked anxiously. "Do you have a fever?" She reached out and touched Tom's forehead, but didn't find it to be very hot. She muttered to herself, "He doesn't have a fever, so why is he suddenly feeling unwell?"

She repeatedly asked Tom if he needed them to accompany him to the hospital, but Tom refused, saying that he was just engrossed in the new knowledge in his books and had stayed up all night.

He apologized again and said he would be more careful next time.

After giving Hermione a few more instructions, the Grangers hurriedly left to catch their flight.

After all, the plane tickets have already been bought, so leaving Hermione at home for a day is no big deal.

Their daughter is a friendless person who only studies those boring books at home and would never step out of the house. They can't afford to waste the plane ticket.

After washing up, Tom ate his meal and stood in front of the mirror looking at himself.

Without a doubt, the person in the mirror is Hermione Granger.

My new identity.

Her long, curly, brownish-yellow hair was unkempt and looked as messy as a curly-haired puppy.

Hermione has large brown eyes and front teeth like a grown rabbit, which are very noticeable whenever she grins.

She wasn't exactly stunning, but if she dressed up properly and didn't look like this—if not a school beauty, she'd at least be a pretty girl!

Tom rubbed his forehead and tied up a large lock of his hair.

Is this world the same as my world?

Hogwarts, magic, wizards...

Tom's eyes lit up immediately.

He returned to the bedside and opened the messy books on the bedside table one by one, placing them in front of him.

At the same time, there was also a slender magic wand.

Magic Potions and Elixirs

Standard Spells, Beginner Level

Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense

A Beginner's Guide to Transformation

……

All of Hogwarts' first-year textbooks are here!

The textbook was densely covered with folds in many places, and contained numerous handwritten notes.

Hermione is really diligent; she's already started rolling up her sleeves before school even started.

I'm no worse than her!

Tom opened the book; it was "Standard Spells, Beginner's".

Turning to the first page, you find the incantation for the levitation spell: Wingardium Leviosa.

The difficulty of the Levitation Charm lies in two aspects: waving the wand, flicking it lightly, and making a clear pronunciation.

Tom silently recited the words twice in his mind, then excitedly picked up his wand and whispered the words to a white feather that Hermione had placed in the book.

"Wingardium Leviosa—" (Floating spell)

The feather floated up, swayed in the air for a while, and then fell back to the ground.

[You have completed a spellcasting attempt. Rating: Poor. Levitation +1.]

[Levitation Spell (Beginner): 1/100]

……

Saint Redia Welfare Home.

"Tom, why did you get up so late today?"

Misha knocked on the door and called out from outside.

Tom would usually be exercising in the yard by this time, but he hasn't gotten up yet today.

"Tom, I'm coming in."

Misha called out again, turned the handle, and carefully opened the warehouse door.

A dry smell wafted from inside; Tom's little barn contained a lot of hay, which was fuel for fires in the winter.

On a small bed, "Tom Riddle" was looking at his hands, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Tom, you're awake. Why aren't you saying anything?"

Misha stepped forward, and Tom was now muttering to himself.

They were saying things she couldn't understand.

"Who used such an evil dark spell?"

"Why would a man do this?"

Misha patted Hermione on the shoulder: "Tom, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

“Tom?” Hermione looked up abruptly.

Misha had never seen such a surprised expression on Tom's face.

In his memory, Tom always had a nonchalant attitude—no matter what happened.

Chapter 2 Mudworm? I'm the best Hermione!

Hermione ate breakfast at the orphanage using Tom's body.

She got it.

Just like in those magical fairy tales, I've traveled through time.

The body belonged to Tom Riddle, who was the same age as himself, eleven years old.

There were seven children in the orphanage in total. Besides herself and Misha, there were five others, all around her age... or perhaps a little older.

These kids were more or less afraid of themselves, except for that guy named Parkin Lawrence—he always seemed so arrogant.

Misha tells Hermione that Lawrence has recently been favored by a good family and will be able to leave the orphanage soon, so he has been particularly rampant at the orphanage lately.

After breakfast, Misha picked up the basket. Inside, several leaves of the hibiscus had turned a scorched yellow overnight, and the petals drooped listlessly at the base of the stem.

“Tom, I found a great spot last night. Lots of couples go there, and we can sell even more flowers today.” Misha took a few flowers out of the basket and placed them aside, forcing a smile.

“These things won’t sell,” Hermione dismissed Misha’s idea. “Nobody’s going to spend a pound on this junk; it’s not worth the price.”

Furthermore, there are problems with the way you plant the flowers.

Judging from the shape of the leaves, you haven't been paying attention to watering them at all. There are also signs that the roots have been trampled. You haven't been taking good care of these flowers!

Hermione's words were merciless.

The children paused, some of the younger ones now had tears in their eyes, pursing their lips and glaring at Hermione.

"You should..."

"Enough! Riddle!" a child glared at Hermione. "You shouldn't say that, at least not to Misha!"

Parkin Lawrence scoffed, "Riddle is right. If you want to save up some money before winter by selling these things, you might as well wish for Santa Claus to come and give you a large sum of pounds at Christmas."

If you ask me, I'd rather buy a few books and study them, trying to learn the basics of modern British history by September so I can tutor Middlesex. Maybe I can even buy some winter coats then.

"Lawrence, haven't you read books on modern history? Why don't you go?"

A fleeting hint of shame crossed Lawrence's face, but he quickly concealed it.

Lawrence had applied for a tutor position at Middlesbrough's house, but the tutor they were looking for... was not an ordinary tutor at all, and Sheen was as terrifying as if he were possessed.

After answering a few questions, Lawrence immediately turned and left, completely humiliated.

Lawrence could only brace himself and replied with undiminished spirit, "Me? I'm already leaving the orphanage. I'll be greeted with bacon in the morning and steak in the evening, and a delicious afternoon tea. Why should I do these chores?"

"What a pity, Riddle. That family didn't want you. What a shame. But with a violent maniac like you, perhaps no one would want you anyway." Lawrence spread his hands, a slight smile playing on his lips, proudly raising his nose high.

Hermione was a little angry. She raised her eyebrows and slowly clenched her fists, which were hanging at her sides.

Seeing this, Lawrence didn't back down but advanced instead: "Riddle, are you going to beat me up?"

Riddle had once laid a hand on him, and the old ladies at the orphanage were furious, telling Tom that if he laid a hand on any other child, they would kick him out of the orphanage.

Lawrence desperately wanted to see this guy kicked out.

Lawrence was always jealous of Tom—Tom ​​had a very high nose and a good figure. Even though he didn't eat much, his shoulders looked broad, perhaps because of exercise, and he wasn't as thin as other children.

Tom always had a calm and composed demeanor in the face of anything, like a mature adult. His jade-colored eyes looked bright and piercing, and every time Tom smiled, he could make people happy.

Lawrence felt that everyone was jealous of Tom—except Misha.

That foolish mud bug always treated Tom like his own brother.