Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Lawrence always felt they were incredibly stupid.

He looked at Hermione provocatively, now somewhat anticipating her taking action.

"Tom... never mind... I mean, there's no need to bother with someone like him. You know he'll be gone in a couple of days, and we won't have another chance to see him."

Hermione took two deep breaths and ignored the unpleasant boy.

"Where is the Middlesbrough family that he just mentioned?" Hermione asked.

“Middle… Tom, you want to be a tutor? But you’re not interested in modern history…”

Hermione repeated the word "modern history" in her mind.

Modern history?

Let alone modern British history.

She knew everything about Hogwarts history—of course, Hermione was referring to the first-year textbooks.

"No! Talk! Away!" Hermione chanted, word by word, "Take me there!"

……

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

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

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

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

[Levitation Spell (Beginner): 99/100]

Tom lay on the bed, his loose curls hanging down from both sides.

A look of fatigue now appeared on his fair face.

99 times, a full 99 times!

It's always terrible.

Tom knew it was because he hadn't mastered the secret; he could make the feather float, but that was all.

The book says that a perfect levitation charm can make much larger things float in the air, such as a boulder a few inches in size, or a delicious pan-fried steak.

Tom is still a long way from that point.

Tom took a deep breath and drank some salt water to wash away his fatigue.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

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

[Levitation Spell LV.1: 0/300]

[Title Obtained: Beginner in Spellcasting]

Wearing this title will make casting spells smoother and increase casting speed by 20%.

I've gotten the hang of it.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief; he was getting hungry after working for so long.

Just as Tom was thinking this, the phone downstairs rang.

"Hello, Granger's family—Mom?"

Tom hung up the phone in less than two minutes.

The Grangers had already disembarked and were on a beach vacation—Tom had originally been offered a spot, but he declined.

The Grangers called to say their plans had changed and they wouldn't be back tonight. They said there was money in the drawer and Tom could go buy something to eat.

Before leaving, Tom tidied his messy hair, opened the closet, and changed into Hermione's most...

Why are all these clothes in this little guy's closet so unfashionable?

Tom couldn't help but facepalm.

I should also go out and buy some suitable clothes. Now that I've taken over this body, I should live a good life.

To put it simply, at least I want to make myself look less like a country girl.

There was a good amount of money in the drawer. The Grangers were both dentists with a good income, and in the Muggle world, they were considered an upper-middle-class family.

Muggles are ordinary people who do not possess magic.

Tom called the Grangers and they were delighted to hear he was buying new clothes. They told him not to hold back and to spend as much money as he wanted, and even told him the location of their secret stash in their room.

Two hours later...

Tom changed into a fashionable outfit.

Hermione's hair is long and curly, which doesn't suit a quiet, gentle girlish style; a cool, edgy style suits her better.

Oh no, it's more suitable for me.

She wore a black and brown plaid long shirt over her clothes, paired with a shorts-skirt outfit. She had some accessories on her head, including a charming purple hair clip. Her little feet were in brown boots, making her look like a little adult.

So cool!

For dinner, Tom chose bacon and well-done steak.

"Miss Granger?"

"It's Miss Granger! My God, I can't believe my eyes!"

"Granger, why aren't you going for the Mudbug style anymore? When did you change your clothes... Little Mudbug, where are you going to go for middle school? Oh wait, I don't remember seeing your name on the school admission list. Little Mudbug, are you going back to inherit your parents' dental profession at such a young age?"

Tom, who was enjoying his dinner alone, was caught off guard when three little creatures suddenly darted out in front of him.

Was she Hermione's former classmate?

"Granger, why aren't you saying anything? Didn't your mom and dad, those two mud bugs, come with you?"

The speaker was a chubby little square-shaped guy who kept calling people "slugs."

The two people next to him initially wanted to agree, but now all their eyes were on Tom.

Granger, so cool!

I never realized she was so cool back in school. She always dressed in a dowdy way and was quite aggressive, which made me very uncomfortable.

"Would you like to sit down and have something to eat? I'll ask the waiter to order some more dishes."

"???"

The two who didn't scold Tom exchanged a glance.

Granger seems to have changed a lot. Shouldn't she have insulted Tonks and then started arguing here?

"What would you like to drink? Alcoholic beverages are out of the question; you're not old enough for that yet. Sparkling water or milk would be fine," Tom asked the three without batting an eye.

“…Tonks, I don’t think you should say that to Granger.”

"Yes, yes, Tonks, I've told you many times, it's not nice to talk about others like that..."

"You two!" The fat man was somewhat ashamed, and seeing his two henchmen suddenly side with Tom, he was furious.

Tom treated them all the same, smiling at the three of them: "What would you two like? Tonks, would you like some? I also ordered two servings of egg drop pastries and flower cakes."

"No way!" Tonks pouted. "Granger's making you pay, you two idiots! People who hang out with mud bugs never end well, you'll become just as disgusting as her!"

Tom raised her hand, and Tonks, thinking she was going to attack him, instinctively closed his eyes and hid to the side.

"Sir, please bring me two glasses of milk and two pan-fried steaks. This is for your tip."

The two people sitting next to him immediately lit up.

"Tonks, you should hurry up and go. Aren't your parents waiting for you to come home for dinner?"

"Yes, yes, we can eat here with Granger, we won't go to your place tonight..."

Tonks shouted angrily, "It's my birthday today! You promised you'd come!"

"Um... Granger, are you going?"

Tom: "I have something to do, I don't have time."

Tonks understood what the two meant, and stormed out of the door, slamming the door shut with a bit too much force, causing the wind chimes hanging on the glass door to make a jarring sound.

“Granger, you should have dressed like this a long time ago… I mean, if you had dressed like this earlier, the class wouldn’t have laughed at you, they would have respected you, yes, respected you!”

"You look much more sophisticated now, like a grown-up."

If it were Granger in the past, he would have immediately flew into a rage and retorted to Tonks after hearing what she said, but today... they couldn't believe that Granger would be so gentle.

And they even treated them to a meal!

Tom smiled but didn't answer. His big brown eyes narrowed and tilted upwards, leaving the two of them stunned.

"Sir, the bill." Tom paid the bill after finishing his meal and left the restaurant.

He needs to go back and continue rolling.

Tom suddenly stopped in front of his door.

An owl... is standing on the mailbox, waiting for Tom to arrive.

Chapter 3 Home Tutor

Owls are magical creatures, especially in the world of Hogwarts.

They serve a special purpose—as messengers for wizards.

However, Hermione did not buy an owl; she will have an orange long-haired cat in the future.

Tom didn't know much about the Hogwarts storyline; he wasn't a hardcore Harry Potter fan in his previous life.

If Tom knew he would time travel, he would definitely have read the Harry Potter books and watched the movies a hundred or eighty times before he did.

Back to the owl, the owl awaits Tom with a letter.

After handing the letter to Tom, the owl didn't leave; instead, it followed Tom into the house.

The recipient was Hermione Granger.