Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

She gritted her teeth, about to speak, but noticing someone was still watching her, she moved closer to Tom and whispered, "Don't you have anything to say about what happened between us?"

"What?" Tom asked, confused.

"The exchange!"

Tom shrugged. "There's nothing to say, Hermione. You know, the wizarding world is always full of wonders, and it's these wonders that make up friendships."

"Then pay me back! And where's Mr. Lockhart's signed copy? I know you won the championship!"

“Miss Hermione, do you ever wonder where all those beautiful clothes in your closet came from? I’ve already thrown away all those cheap lingerie, and why is your hair less curly? It’s become shinier and smoother… Haven’t you noticed?”

Seeing Hermione's head drooping lower and lower and her cheeks flushed, Tom rubbed his temples.

How indifferent is this guy to his appearance? Didn't she notice?

"But you, you actually helped me choose clothes... Tom, you're a bastard!"

"I'm really sorry," Tom said dismissively.

"How much did it sell for—I mean, Mr. Lockhart's signed copy!"

Tom held up five fingers.

"50 Galleons? Good heavens, you... I thought you were pretty smart!"

“No, 50 pounds. I’m just an orphan. What would I do with gallons? I’d rather use some pounds to buy some food for the children at the orphanage.”

The silence was deafening; Hermione looked at Tom as if he were a silly boy.

£50?

For 10 Galleons, Tom sold all of Mr. Lockhart's things.

"asshole!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Tom suddenly grinned, as if remembering something. "By the way, Miss Hermione, I'd like to ask you for an even more bastard's favor."

Hermione declared without hesitation, "I refuse!"

“Listen to me first…” Tom smiled, “Could I ask you to give me my homework after we get to Hogwarts?”

Hermione: "?"

What is this person saying?

She had never seen such a shameless person!

"Since you saved me, I... I can lend you my copy, but don't you always love Hogwarts classes? Why are you asking me for help with your homework?"

"No, I won't copy your homework. You do it for me, Hermione. We're best friends, right?"

“Even good friends shouldn’t do this, it’s against the rules, you know that, it’s against the rules!” Hermione no longer cared about Tom’s “good friend”.

“Miss Hermione, you don’t want your body to get a scolding from the professors because you can’t hand in your homework, do you?” Tom looked up at the roof of the car and said nonchalantly, “Sigh, I was about to fall asleep yesterday, but because I was worried about some idiot, I spent all my savings to go to her house and even risked my life to save her from the giant spider.”

I never expected her to be so cruel to me; she wouldn't even help me with my homework.

"Tom, are you threatening me?"

"Yes."

Hermione slowly clenched her fists. She looked at Tom with a bit of a huff, raised her hand and punched him twice on the shoulder, but feeling the firmness of his muscles, Hermione pouted unhappily.

asshole!

But even though Tom made it clear that this was a threat, Hermione was powerless to do anything about it.

She knew that Tom had good relationships with many professors, and given his outstanding abilities, the professors might turn a blind eye even if he didn't hand in his assignments. But she was different.

She doesn't have Tom's outstanding social skills, nor is she as strong as him. When she encounters giant monsters and spiders, she can only try to survive and can't deal with them as easily as Tom.

"Alright, cheer up, little one." Tom patted Hermione's head. "Your hair is all messed up. Did you bring a comb? I'll fix it for you. Today we're celebrating our first meeting, so I'll treat you to dessert."

"No need!" Hermione jumped up like a startled rabbit and went back to face Tom.

"It's a promise, just this once, I'll only help you this once."

Once it happens, it will happen again...

Tom inwardly scoffed, but smiled aloud: "Thank you very much, Miss Hermione. By the way, did you encounter anything when you got on the bus...?"

"Hey, have you seen a toad? It's small, cute, and adorable." A sudden voice interrupted Tom.

Turning my head, I saw a red-haired boy followed by a black-haired boy, and behind them was a slightly shy-looking little boy.

Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Neville Longbottom.

"Hello." Tom bent down and smiled at the three of them. "Perhaps you don't need to worry about that little toad. You'll find it after you get off the bus. You should enjoy your time on the bus with your friends, shouldn't you?"

“But I’m worried about it.” Neville’s voice was somewhat low.

“There’s nothing to worry about, it will definitely come back,” Tom said.

"Alright, alright, thank you, Harry, Ron, let's go look somewhere else." Neville was clearly unwilling to give up.

Harry didn't move at first, but after a moment of surprise, he realized he had lost his composure and quickly came to his senses to leave with Ron.

"Harry?" Hermione only realized after the two had left. "Could he be Harry Potter? The legendary boy who survived?"

Tom found Hermione's slow reaction somewhat amusing: "Yes, and he was just looking at you. Maybe Harry likes pretty girls."

"Tom, if you want to compliment my looks, you can just say so."

"Hermione, you are so beautiful."

Hermione stopped talking, and turned her head away in a huff, her profile as red as the rising sun.

After a long while, she lifted her bangs and, as if in a huff, began to read the book in her hands.

Kids are so interesting.

Tom tapped his chin, looking at Hermione with amusement.

After being stared at for a while, Hermione pursed her lips and made a snorting sound like a little monster: "Tom, you should be reading your book, not looking at me!"

……

When the train arrived at the station, they still needed to transfer to a cruise ship to reach Hogwarts.

Waiting for them on the platform was Rupert Hagrid, the little giant.

"Tom!"

Hagrid saw Tom and excitedly rushed up to hug him, saying, "My son, I'm so happy to see you safe and sound. You have no idea how much I've thought about you every single day at Hogwarts."

"Hagrid, you seem to have lost weight?" Tom smiled and put his arm around Hagrid's body—though he couldn't quite hug Hagrid's massive frame.

"Hey Tom, you're amazing! I have lost some weight. Come on, get on board. And this is Hermione?"

“Hello,” Hermione greeted Hagrid. “Mr. Hagrid, you are much gentler than you look.”

Actually, she and Hagrid weren't strangers—Hermione and Hagrid had met when she was using Tom's body.

"Children, come aboard." Hagrid smiled, expressing his delight at Hermione's praise without reservation.

They are all good kids!

"Hermione, you're being disgusting. You wouldn't have said that before."

"Who do you think is to blame for this? Besides, Hagrid is a good person, unlike Professor Snape, and if I'm disgusting, you're more disgusting than me!"

Tom smiled but didn't say anything.

Professor Snape was actually a good person—at least he was good to himself.

There were two other people on the boat: Ron and Harry Potter.

After chatting on the boat for a while, the group waited for the cruise ship to dock.

Joy welled up in the eyes of the first-year students.

Hogwarts!

Today, they finally saw Hogwarts with their own eyes, the place they had been longing for.

After disembarking, the Sorting Ceremony began not long afterward.

Tom seemed a little distracted, and Hermione, who was standing nearby, clearly noticed this strange side of Tom.

"What's wrong?" Hermione leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Have you decided which house you want to go to?"

"As long as it's not Azkaban, it's fine."

“Azkaban is where serious criminals are imprisoned! You won’t go there. I’m a little agitated, Tom. I never imagined the Sorting Ceremony would be like this, with a hat making the decision for us.”

Tom just grunted in response and didn't say anything more.

He's looking for someone.

Where is Professor Snape?

Why didn't we see Professor Snape?

Hermione Granger.

Tom heard Hermione's name; she was still sorted into Gryffindor.

Hermione sat down next to Harry and the others, chatting and laughing with them.

Harry looked at Hermione but didn't dare to say much. Ron, on the other hand, was nagging on and on, but he seemed to have mentioned Tom. Hermione looked up at Tom, then hesitated and looked down again.

"Tom Riddle!"

Almost simultaneously, many professors looked up. Professor Snape arrived late and gave Tom a careful look as he passed by.

Professor Sprout clenched her fists tightly, her heartfelt hope that the child would come to their Hufflepuff School.

Tom strode over and sat down in the chair.

The Sorting Hat landed on Tom's head.

"Hmm... kid, relax, relax. We've already met, haven't we? Good. You're not surprised. I admire your composure."

Courageous, hardworking, intelligent, and shrewd—you seem to have it all. Let me think about which college I should assign you to.

Little Tom, what do you usually like to eat?

"As long as I can eat my fill, that's fine."