Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

A mysterious figure shrouded in a black robe followed behind the unicorn.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face, Tom still knew who the mysterious person was.

Voldemort!

Or you could call him Professor Quirrell.

Hiding it away!

"Fire-starting spell! Blaze!" Tom raised his hand and shot a flaming arrow toward his opponent.

Without hesitation, the unicorn ran quickly toward the child after spotting Tom.

It sensed an innate kindness in Tom—warm like a fireplace at night.

"Hey old man, it's curfew now, you should go back to sleep." Tom said this to Voldemort.

Voldemort remained silent; he still wanted to conceal his identity.

With his toes off the ground, Voldemort drifted toward Tom like a phantom.

The moment he saw the other person raise their hand, Tom also raised his hand: "Disarm you!"

Avada Kedavra!

Holy crap, they unleashed a powerful attack right from the start?

Tom skillfully rolled on the ground, but the green light seemed to have its sights set on him, relentlessly chasing after him.

After hiding behind a giant tree and seeing the piercing marks the curse had left on the tree, Tom let out a long sigh.

Luckily, I often give Hermione's body exercise!

Otherwise, I'll die here sooner or later.

"Expelliarmus!" Without giving Voldemort a chance to breathe, Tom waved his wand and drank a potion at the same time.

This time the red light was even faster; with the title and the potion's enhancement, Tom's casting speed almost doubled.

The red light struck the opponent, and the magic wand was knocked away.

"Petrify them all!" Tom pointed his wand at Voldemort's feet.

He didn't think he could completely petrify the other person, but he could petrify their legs for a while!

"The water flows freely!" "Thunder appears!"

A blue light burst forth, and Voldemort was completely taken aback by what the other party had done—he first felt a cold and damp sensation, and the next moment, a tingling sensation came from the soles of his feet and went straight to the top of his head.

Water + Thunder – Tom had long envisioned this battle.

It's all about elemental reactions!

"You... Mudblood!" Voldemort roared in fury.

He felt more ashamed than ever before; he had actually been hurt by a child!

"Hermione!" Hagrid and Harry arrived late.

By the time they appeared, Voldemort had already broken the petrification spell, picked up his wand, and fled.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Harry asked anxiously, his words tumbling out in a slurred manner. "That thing was..."

"It must be the mysterious person. Putting that aside, why are there only three of you? Where is Malfoy?"

"Malfoy? Hasn't he been with you the whole time?"

Hagrid narrowed his eyes and looked to the side.

Hiding in the back was Malfoy, the coward who had extinguished his lantern and was hiding in the shadows.

Malfoy didn't dare go to Hagrid and the others. He didn't know how far away he was from Hagrid, nor did he dare to come out and help. He just hid there...

“Malfoy, you coward!” Harry accuses. “If I were you, I wouldn’t do that.”

"What do you know? That's Avada Kedavra!" Malfoy belatedly realized, clutching his head in his hands. "If you get hit by that curse, you really will die!"

"Avada Kedavra?" Hagrid asked in disbelief. "Hermione, was that really Avada Kedavra? What did you see?"

Tom told everyone what had happened.

He only said that he guessed it was Voldemort, and that Voldemort was chasing a unicorn.

Later, he "luckily" saved a unicorn and even fought with it, but unfortunately, he lost.

This isn't Voldemort at his peak, but if Tom can beat him... then he can become the Dark Lord himself.

It's not that simple!

“Kids, I’m taking you back to school. I need to tell Albus about this. Come here, stand behind me, let’s go.”

On his way back to school, Hagrid ran into Hermione, who had come to meet him.

Hermione, panting, quickly came up to Tom, took his hand, and checked him over carefully: "Are you alright? I heard Sonia calling."

"It's alright, it's alright." Tom coughed. "There are other people here, you... cough cough."

Hermione then realized what was happening, let go of his hand, and stood beside him.

From other people's perspectives, she is "Tom," while the one who was groped and examined is "Hermione."

Hermione's actions just now were somewhat out of place.

Chapter 30 The Mirror of Eris (3k-word chapter, three updates at the beginning of the month, please vote!)

Professor Dumbledore arrived late.

Tom recounted the events, and the three gentlemen present fell into deep thought—Dumbledore was lost in thought, while Hagrid and Mr. Filch were concerned for the safety of the students at Hogwarts.

“You did a great job today.” After a long while, Dumbledore finally spoke. “Children, you can go back and rest now. Tom, remember what I told you.”

Hermione responded, and on the way back with the other classmates, she called Tom aside to talk to her alone.

"What did Professor Dumbledore say to you?" Tom asked.

"Just tonight... just now, before we switched places, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape came to my dormitory to see me, um... they took me to see a mirror."

Mirror?

Tom immediately thought of those Erised sunglasses.

"Oh? Isn't that mirror quite impressive, with a gold frame? What did you see in it?"

Seeing that Tom not only showed no surprise but also accurately described the appearance of the Eris Mirror, Hermione exclaimed, "You know that magic mirror? Professor Dumbledore said it can reveal one's deepest desires... and then Professor Dumbledore asked me to take you to see it tomorrow."

Tom nodded: "Well, what did you see inside?"

"It's nothing, I just saw my future self. My future self is amazing... much more amazing than you! I will be an outstanding Auror!"

Hermione lied.

Tom's lips curled up slightly, his eyes seeming to see right through him: "Really?"

Why would I lie to you!

"It's just something so boring." Tom shrugged. "I thought you'd step on me in the mirror, or turn me into a mouse with the spell Professor McGonagall taught you, and then have Mirora chase me."

Hermione: "Oh, congratulations on guessing right. Yes, I not only turned you into a mouse, but I also imprisoned you in Mirola's cage. I won't let you out unless you beg me!"

Okay, goodbye! I'll take you to find the magic mirror tomorrow!

This time, Tom truly had no idea why Hermione was angry.

Tom and Misha have a long history of spending time together, and he can sense that Hermione is angry—Misha reacts to anger in the same way as Hermione.

Hermione returned to her dorm and lay down on her bed, wrapped in the blankets, with only her head sticking out.

They've completely lost their conscience!

I clearly saw Tom was safe and sound in the magic mirror, how could that bastard say such a thing?

I'm not that petty!

As for why Hermione could see that image in the Magic Mirror—after all, the Magic Mirror reflects a person's deepest thoughts.

Hermione wasn't going to consider that.

snort!

……

“Master, please forgive me. I shouldn’t have let you get hurt… I will take care of that mud-born one.”

Quirrell kowtowed repeatedly in the empty room, his expression one of extreme terror.

He untied the cloth wrapped around his head, and anyone present would have been horrified—Professor Quirrell had a face on the back of his head!

The face had an unhealthy dark green hue—like the mint matcha Professor Sprout drank in the afternoon.

His cheeks were ugly, and his face had no nose. He opened his mouth and angrily berated Quirrell.

"Mudblood? Foolish! You idiot! That guy is like me, that Hermione Granger has another soul inside him!"

"Go find her! You must find out who's behind her!"

Quirrell exclaimed, "Could it be Dumbledore?"

"Do you think you would have survived if Dumbledore had been there?"

Voldemort seemed tired, and his voice slowly faded away.

……

the next day.

When Tom got out of bed, Hermione was already waiting outside.

"let's go."

"it is good."

Hermione remembered the way and soon led Tom to the Mirror of Erised.

Before Tom could go up to look in the mirror, Hermione stopped him, asking, "What do you think you'll see?"

"Are you curious about what I'm thinking?" Tom's lips curled up slightly. "Miss Hermione, you've crossed a line."