Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

The sender...Millera McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall!

The metamorphosis professor who often turns into a cat.

Tom opened the envelope and began to read it carefully, word by word.

[Dear Hermione Granger, I'm so glad you're so interested in Transfiguration and that you've even read "The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" on your own during the holidays. I'm also glad you asked me questions. There are very few children as young and diligent as you...]

First, regarding your question about the reason for the failed Polymorph spell, although I haven't seen you use the spell yourself, I guess you must have considered yourself as the caster... I mean, you didn't integrate yourself into the magic when you used Polymorph.

Being a wizard is a fascinating profession, and magic is a wondrous thing. For example, when using basic spells, you should act out the role rather than manipulate it. Your mindset shouldn't be anxious, but relaxed. If you can't relax, you can try making a cup of barley tea with milk, or lemon water with sugar (otherwise it will be too sour)...

The same applies to transfiguration; what you need to do is evolve, to imitate, not manipulate...

I hope I can help you. If you have any further questions, you can send me a message via owl.

Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall.

Tom read it twice, and only put the letter down after he had etched Professor McGonagall's handwriting into his mind.

He muttered the two words Professor McGonagall had told him.

Role-playing, feelings...

Tom took two deep breaths.

Relax, relax—

Imagine yourself floating in mid-air—

The wand danced lightly in his hand, touching the feather: "Wingardium Leviosa—" (Levitation Charm)

The feather flew up, higher and easier to control than before, as if the feather itself were Tom.

[You have completed a spellcasting cycle. Rating: Common. Levitation +10.]

It worked!

Try the Transfiguration Charm again.

Tom opened the book, "The Beginner's Guide to Transformation".

"Transfiguration—" (Transfiguration Spell)

Tom imagined himself in his mind.

A small white mouse, it should have a tail, and a tiny bit of nail, not too much, a small body, supporting itself on its paws, with red pupils—

The white feathers flying in the air tumbled together, the white feathers curled inwards, and the hollow feather roots extended backwards to form a tail.

"Squeak!"

A small white mouse fell from the sky, scratching its mouth with its front paws, watching Tom with great interest.

[You have completed a spellcasting session. Rating: Common. Polymorph Charm +10.]

awesome!

Tom wrote a letter in which he expressed his deepest gratitude to Professor McGonagall and told her about his success. He then handed the envelope to the owl.

……

In the courtyard of the Middle family home in London.

Short-statured Sean Middle is looking for a tutor.

The Middle family was not short of money; the Middles had hired several experienced tutors, but none of them could satisfy Sheehan.

According to Sheehan, she wants a child who is about the same age as herself.

It has to be a child!

Moreover, the other party needs to be far superior to oneself in arithmetic, English, modern history, chemistry, and other fields.

This gave the Middles a real headache.

Such people are hard to find, and even if you do find one, the person in question is probably a young master from somewhere, so how could they possibly become their tutor?

The couple did find a job once, but the questions Sheen asked during the interview were so surprising that the interviewer turned around and left in anger.

They suspected that Sheen was possessed by some evil spirit, chanting a strange incantation all day long, waving a stick picked from the backyard indiscriminately, and even taking out a feather to test the tutor's abilities, asking the tutor to make it float without directly touching it.

"Hello, my name is Her... my name is Tom Riddle, and I'm here to apply for a tutor position."

A boy stood at the gate of the courtyard.

Judging from her age, Hermione is indeed a child, but she is much more robust than the average 11-year-old.

His body was completely free of excess fat, with black curly hair hanging down beside his ears from his high, straight nose, and his eyes were bright and alert.

“I’m sorry, young sir, we no longer hire governesses,” the other person replied to Hermione.

The children at the orphanage were curious about whether Hermione would pass the interview, so they followed her around the corner, peeking out to secretly observe her.

Do you think... Tom can succeed?

“I don’t know, Tom knows nothing about modern history… I mean, he told me he knows nothing about modern history.”

"Tom is better suited to be a fitness instructor, a tutor, ha." Lawrence scoffed dismissively.

He was ready to see Hermione make a fool of herself.

They're hiring a private tutor, what makes you think you can do it, you little orphan from an orphanage, just because you're all muscle?

What's more... they're not looking for an ordinary tutor at all!

"Just wait and see Tom become a laughingstock," Lawrence said with a sneer.

Suddenly, his smile froze.

Because he saw someone who looked familiar.

Mr. Michelangelo!

The person who was about to take him away from the orphanage.

Lawrence couldn't help but go outside: "Mr. Michelangelo."

Mr. Michelangelo, dressed in a black suit, thought for a moment after seeing Lawrence before recognizing her: "You're that girl from the orphanage, what's your name again, Laurene?"

"It's Lawrence, sir."

“Oh, I’m sorry, young sir, I’ve been too busy lately and forgot your name.” Michelangelo smiled. “What brings you and your friends to my friend’s place?”

Michelangelo had barely finished asking his question when he realized it was Tom in front of him: "You two are from the same orphanage?"

"Come in, you little ones," Michelangelo chuckled.

He was friends with Mr. Middleton and had helped him find tutors several times before, but the results were...

Upon seeing Hermione, Michelangelo immediately made a decision: the child was too young and inexperienced; the Middletons would not entrust their precious child to such a young person.

However, he had a good impression of the children at that orphanage, so he might as well give him a chance.

“Thank you, sir,” Hermione said. “I will cherish this opportunity.”

Hermione and her friends from the orphanage went into Middlesbrough's yard.

The group's eyes lit up as soon as they entered. They looked at the various precious decorations on the wall, wanting to get closer to take a look, but worried about leaving stains on their hands. In the end, they only dared to stand in front of the door and did not dare to take a step.

Hermione wasn't too worried; she'd seen this kind of scene many times before—some of her father's customers lived in places like this.

Once inside the house, Hermione wasn't shy at all and introduced herself in a very natural and confident manner.

Hermione met Sheehan.

Sheen was slender, with a hint of arrogance in her eyes. She looked at Hermione defiantly, sizing up her new teacher.

“This person is no good,” Sheehan said immediately upon seeing Hermione. “He is unqualified and cannot be my teacher.”

Michelangelo coughed and said, "Sheen, at least give him a chance. He's already come all this way..."

It ended before it even started?

Lawrence was overjoyed when he heard the news; if he hadn't been in front of Mr. Michelangelo, he would have laughed out loud.

Hold on, hold on.

I want to make an image of myself in Mr. Michelangelo's mind.

I can't let such a gentleman think I'm a gloating person.

“You can ask me any questions!” Hermione took a deep breath. “At least I don’t want to lose so completely.”

“If I say you can’t do it, then you can’t!” Sheehan said.

She didn't give Hermione a chance to persuade her to stay.

"I said, you should at least ask me one question. You... I mean, how do you know I'm not suitable if you haven't asked me?"

Sheen frowned, somewhat annoyed by this persistent pester. She picked up a book from the side and opened it: "Fine, then I'll ask you, you..."

Hermione didn't hear what the other person asked; when Sheehan picked up the book, she only felt a buzzing in her head.

Why does Sheen have that book?

Where did she get it from?

A wizard has appeared in this Muggle household!

Same as me!

"Hey, answer me!" Sheehan looked at the shocked Hermione.

Ah, just like the previous tutors.

She told her parents many times that the tutor she wanted was not an ordinary person, but a special person like him!

He wants people who can use magic!

And clearly, Hermione is not in this industry.

Hermione was stunned when she heard her own question—but actually, she was stunned by the book in Sheehan's hand.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please repeat the question?"

Sheen: "I say, a certain school was established more than nine hundred years ago, and in some people's eyes, that place is just a ruin with a sign that says 'No Entry.' May I ask what the name of this school is?"