Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

“Child, humility is a good thing, but remember not to be too humble. In terms of your brain surgery... perhaps only Professor Severus can guide you.”

"It's no exaggeration to say... child, Severus's skill in Occlumency might only be slightly better than yours, and even he would need to expend considerable effort to break through your defenses."

Tom slowly opened his mouth wide.

To be honest, he wasn't being modest—Tom genuinely didn't know his own skill level.

Professor Snape was a haughty, fat bat.

He would never directly tell Tom what stage or level of practice he had reached...

Tom only knows that his Occlumency level is LV.7.

Professor Snape would always utterly defeat him, then act as if nothing had happened.

"Tom! You still need to work harder. Why are you still so bad after all this time!" — Severus Snape.

Yes, those are their exact words.

So even Professor Fat Bat is starting to feel the strain?

Tom couldn't help but smile.

“Go, child, do what you want to do.” Professor McGonagall patted his shoulder. “If you’re still worried… perhaps I can go with you?”

"That would be wonderful! Thank you, Professor."

“But before that, I want to ask you something.” Professor McGonagall looked intently into Tom’s eyes. “Who taught you Occlumency? I’ve never heard of Severus teaching you that.”

It's Tom.

"Professor McGonagall, you should know that Tom and Professor Snape are very good friends... and I am Tom's best friend. We have almost no secrets; I even know what color his underwear is today."

"Child, this is so indecent! Please don't do this... Does he even know what color clothes you're wearing?"

"I don't know, Professor."

Because she changed her clothes, while Hermione didn't.

Professor McGonagall seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Her body slowly shrank, short, jet-black hair sprouted from her body, and her dark green pupils widened.

The catgirl professor turned into a cat.

"We can set off now," the little black cat said.

“Professor McGonagall…” Tom’s lips twitched, “Perhaps others would recognize you at a glance?”

Professor McGonagall glanced at her form: "No, the cat I usually transform into has a tail that's 1.32 inches longer and darker fur, and the claws aren't either... Well, maybe I should change my appearance."

The black cat spun around in the air, and its black fur instantly lost its color, turning into a white cat.

"Professor McGonagall, you are so lovely."

“I’m already an old man. I would be even happier to hear your praise if I were fifty years younger.” The white cat chuckled softly and climbed onto Tom’s shoulder. “You can tell Professor Quirrell that I’m your magical creature. Don’t worry, I won’t mind.”

Animagus is really amazing.

Tom sighed inwardly.

Animagus refers to wizards who can transform into animals while retaining their magical abilities—such as Professor McGonagall.

With the little white cat by his side, Tom instantly became a head-turner at school.

So much so that...

"Hermione!" A nagging voice rang out behind Tom, and the person rushed forward and grabbed Tom's shoulder.

She suddenly saw the little white cat that Tom was holding in his arms, and their eyes met.

As if suddenly injected with a tranquilizer, her angry expression instantly froze: "What an adorable cat, Hermione, where did you find this magical creature?"

It's your favorite Professor McGonagall.

Of course, Tom didn't say it, but coughed and said, "Even little wizards can have amazing adventures. Fate will not let down any hardworking wizard."

"Never mind all that, let me hold you." Hermione snatched the white cat from Tom's arms without saying a word.

Although Hermione's favorite animal is the otter, she's not particularly fond of these cats, though she does like them a little.

Moreover, this white cat was very obedient, which suited Hermione's taste perfectly.

"Cough cough..." Tom coughed twice in a row. "I have other things to do. You can give the cat back to me now."

"Tch, stingy. I'll just play with it." Hermione rolled her eyes, put Professor McGonagall on the ground, and reached into her pocket to take out the half sausage she had left over from breakfast.

Hermione got playful, squatted down, propped her head up with one hand, and kept stretching the sausage forward with the other.

"You really should give Professor McGonagall back to me..." Tom said speechlessly.

A seemingly ordinary sentence stirred up a great deal of emotion in Hermione's heart.

what?

What did he call the little white cat?

Hermione already had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, and her face turned pale instantly.

But because she still didn't believe it, she could only bite the bullet and say, "How could you name a cat Professor McGonagall! I have to go, I have things to do."

Hermione's movements became stiff, and she turned around mechanically.

“Mr. Riddle,” the little white cat on the ground spoke, “I hope you’ll be just as active in my Transfiguration class in the future, so that I’ll feel like you’re a child rather than a mature little adult.”

"I'm sorry, Professor!" Hermione immediately backed down and bowed. "I... Your Transfiguration is just too advanced. I didn't recognize you right away."

For my rudeness, I request to voluntarily be confined next week. Please don't be too lenient with me.

Tom: "?"

Why don't you apply for this week's deadline?

"Professor McGonagall, let's not put him in solitary confinement. Tom is a child who cries a lot. If we put him in solitary confinement, this prisoner's child will cry nonstop to me."

It's a good thing he didn't recognize you; it means your skills in transformation have reached their pinnacle.

"No, please put me in solitary confinement next week."

"Tom!"

"Hermione! Don't worry about me. I've realized my mistake, and everyone should be responsible for their own mistakes!"

But you can't make me responsible!!!

Tom gritted his teeth and saw a hint of a smile flash across the other person's eyes.

"Alright, kids, I won't lock you up for such a small thing. I admire how deep your friendship is, and I hope you'll remain good friends in the future. Hermione, we should go now."

Tom stuck out his tongue, gave Hermione a mocking smile, and left with Professor McGonagall.

Hermione's lingering effects only began to surface after Tom left.

What did she just do?!

Using sausage—and an unfinished sausage at that—to do such a heinous thing to Professor McGonagall!

And that annoying Tom, how could he use his body to do that kind of thing, and even do that disgusting thing at the end!

What a bastard!

……

“I never knew Tom had this side to him.” Professor McGonagall chuckled in Tom’s arms. “I always thought of him as a mature little adult, but deep down, Tom is still a child.”

Tom hummed in agreement. "He's a stubborn child, but actually he's a good person. He's kind to every classmate. Even a detestable child like Malfoy is still redeemable in Tom's eyes."

I still prefer Tom; I feel safe with him around.

Professor McGonagall raised her cat head and looked at Hermione with surprise: "I didn't expect you to treat him like this."

"After all, we are friends... the best of friends."

Chapter 33 Let Professor Snape guess! (3k-word long chapter, please read, vote, and recommend!)

Hogwarts appears calm and collected on the surface, but behind the scenes, everyone harbors their own secret thoughts.

As Professor Snape walked down the street, students instinctively avoided him, some even going so far as to walk around him—they were from Gryffindor.

Snape didn't want to deal with these idiots; he actually hoped that one or two of them would find fault with him so he could lose some points.

There was no other reason, it was simply because Snape was... annoyed.

He wanted to vent.

For Snape, the best way to vent his frustration was to find a stupid Gryffindor and deduct points from them as much as possible!

As for the reason for the irritability...

It is common knowledge—well, not common knowledge.

In short, a mysterious figure in black robes appeared.

That man committed a heinous crime ten years ago and died.

But now it has come back to life.

His original name was Tom Marvolo Riddell.

It wasn't the lovable Riddle from Ravenclaw, but the former Slytherin prefect, the most terrifying dark wizard—Voldemort!

Snape was worried that Voldemort, who was blind, brainless, and noseless, would enter the school and then... kill Tom!

So he wanted to teach Tom some self-defense magic.

For example, the Divine Sword Shadowless Spell.

Of course, it wasn't because he had taken a liking to Tom or admired this young and talented lad.

I simply felt that Hogwarts couldn't afford to lose such a genius; if this genius were to die young, it would be a great loss for Hogwarts.

Speaking up... Snape was somewhat reluctant to speak first—that's how tsunderes are.

That silly Tom, isn't he always using his little brain? Why doesn't he come to me on his own initiative!

How arrogant and foolish!

"Professor Snape, hello. The sun is shining brightly today." Snape raised his deep eyes slightly.