Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Hermione stood in front of him, a smile on her face.

"Perhaps so, but because I saw you, I didn't feel that the weather was particularly nice today."

Hermione ran into a snag.

Okay, okay~

"Then, Professor Snape, I won't bother you any longer. It's getting cold, please keep warm." Hermione bowed solemnly and walked past Snape.

"Tom!"

Hermione straightened up and turned around.

"You stupid idiot... Don't show your face in front of me!"

In the past, Tom would know he was angry when he showed this kind of expression, and he would come to find him that night...

Let's think of another way to teach him Shenfeng Wuying later tonight.

But clearly, Hermione didn't understand; she only thought that Professor Snape was in a bad mood today.

Hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave.

Not long after she left, she thought of Tom and Professor McGonagall again.

What are those two going to do?

Hermione was a little curious.

……

18:45 PM.

This is Tom's habit; he always arrives 15 minutes early, no matter who he's meeting.

If it's Professor Snape, you need to arrive 30 minutes or even an hour early.

"Granger, you, you've come." Professor Quirrell's stuttering hadn't improved at all; he was still stumbling over his words as before.

The tattered scarf on his head looked thicker than before.

“It’s very, very nice to meet you.” Professor Quirrell smiled, trying to speak quickly. “Before learning Occlumency, or perhaps you should learn about this magic.”

Professor Quirrell was very patient; he explained Occlumency and Legilimency to Tom in detail.

Even giants can understand his descriptions; they are simple and easy to comprehend.

Professor McGonagall, hidden in her backpack, nodded; she couldn't see anything fishy about Quirrell.

He seemed genuinely eager to teach this brain-occlusion technique.

Perhaps, this child is too sensitive...

But Tom knew very well that, as a seasoned expert in Occlumency, Professor Quirrell was hiding something valuable.

I only figured out those valuable insights after being called "idiot" and "monster" by Professor Snape many times.

Half an hour later, Professor Quirrell put down his book: "Did I...did I explain myself clearly?"

"Or, perhaps the whole process is a bit complicated, but, we can, let's try it first." Professor Quirrell was really trying hard to speed up his speech!

Tom and Professor McGonagall immediately perked up.

According to Professor McGonagall, Tom opened his mind and used only about the level of Occlumency LV.1.

This level of brain-blocking technique, which even Professor McGonagall could easily break, was certainly not a problem for Professor Quirrell.

but……

Tom miscalculated for the first time.

Professor Quirrell seemed to genuinely only want to teach him Occlumency.

“Yes, yes, that’s it…” Professor Quirrell exclaimed excitedly, “Granger, you, you are such a clever little wizard.”

"I, let's continue."

……

"Too, too complicated. Your thoughts are not, not simple enough."

……

“Great, next time, I, let’s continue.”

About two hours later, winter had arrived in England, and night fell very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the school was empty... well, there were still some people.

A young couple was strolling around the school, their cuddling under a bench was quite annoying.

Someone muttered to themselves, "Why don't they sit under the willow tree that's been beaten up!"

It was already past nine o'clock at night, and Professor Quirrell let Tom go, telling him to get some rest.

After Tom said goodbye and left the room, Professor McGonagall emerged from her satchel.

"Child, you're being too sensitive. That kind of thing won't happen."

"Perhaps... I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, for wasting your time."

The white cat smiled slightly: "It's nothing serious, child. I'm glad you're so alert. Sweet dreams tonight, child."

Goodbye, Professor McGonagall.

"Goodbye."

Tom waved goodbye to the other person.

……

A few days of peaceful life passed.

Someone couldn't hold on any longer.

In the afternoon, Tom was enjoying a nice beauty nap when an owl, of all people, came along and disturbed his rest.

"Lavender, your owl is disturbing our rest again. Go and see what letter your dear mother has sent you!"

On the other side of the bed, a girl with golden curly hair lifted the covers and sat up—her hair was even curlier than Hermione's.

Hermione—

"Damn it, this is your Mirara, a letter from your best friend Tom Riddle. Do you want me to read it to you?"

"Never mind then, thank you Lavender, you're truly my best friend." Tom rolled out of bed, gave her a warm hug, and then deftly took the letter from Mirara.

Let me see what Hermione said.

[Stupid bastard:]

I'm going crazy!

Has Professor Snape gone mad? Why is he picking on me every day? And he even deducted points from Ravenclaw House because of me, which is quite rare. Yesterday I was put in solitary confinement and spent an hour cleaning vases in his office!

What have you done? Help me! I don't want to go on like this anymore, I'm going crazy!

If you see this letter, please come to the girls' restroom on the first floor of Gryffindor House as soon as possible. I beg you, hurry!

You are truly sincere, Tom Little Madman Riddle.

Professor Snape deducted points from my score?

Such an obscure word, did Hermione do something again?

But why in front of the women's restroom?

I'll be seen as a pervert.

Tom changed his clothes and hurried out the door.

"Going on a date with Tom?" Lavender yawned. "Bring me a lemon tea when you come back, but no lemon."

"Okay, one gallon for the errand." Tom rubbed his hands together and stretched them out towards the other person.

"Oh my god, Hermione, how could you do this! This is too expensive. How about I give you a kiss as a delivery fee?"

Tom quickly dodged: "You pervert!"

……

When Tom found Hermione, the little Hermione... no, the big "Tom Riddle" was squatting on the ground, hugging his knees.

The little pearl almost fell off.

Oh, there are still tear stains on her cheeks; it seems she's already shed some pearls.

Tom couldn't help but laugh out loud. He went over and put his arm around Hermione's shoulder, trying to warm the injured child with the little bit of his own body heat.

“Why are you doing this too…” Hermione sobbed, “Several people came just now and hugged me in the same way.”

"Huh?" Tom exclaimed alertly, "Who?"

"I don't know them, they're all girls. Someone even gave me two candies and told me to go play with them and relax. I waited for you here and didn't go." As she spoke, Hermione felt sorry for herself, and her little pearls started falling out even more.

"..." Tom couldn't help but laugh, trying his best to suppress it. "Alright, tell me what happened first. Professor Snape is such a gentle person, he wouldn't treat you like this for no reason."

Thirty minutes later.

Hermione recounted to Tom in detail what had happened over the past few days.

From morning till night, from potions class to evening potions practice...

Hermione stretched out her hands pitifully: "Look, they're all calloused."

This was done while wiping vases in the office.

This was the first time Tom had ever seen Hermione so heartbroken; the stubborn little girl had still been killed by Snape...

“Perhaps… um, I have an idea. Starting tomorrow, when you ask for leave, just say you're sick, that you have a really bad cold.”

"Shouldn't we go to the school clinic?"

Tom was silent for a moment, then rested his chin on his hand: "Why don't you go? Professor Snape made you guess his thoughts, so you turn the tables and make him guess yours."

Hermione was puzzled, but she still obediently nodded.

"Tom, I'm starting to think you're a jerk. How do you ever get along so well with Professor Snape?"

After comforting Hermione for a while, the two left.