Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Hermione remembered it perfectly.

However, as if he had expected it, Tom took two steps forward, reached out and put his arm around Hermione, pulling her into his arms: "Congratulations on being discharged from the hospital."

"No, you...you..." Hermione exclaimed, "What are you doing? I want a present!"

"Aren't a friend's hug and blessings the best gift?" Tom countered. "Or do you think those material things are more valuable than my sincerity?"

"asshole!"

Hermione turned her head away, ignoring the smiles of the children around her.

She's going to find Professor Snape now!

I'm going to find Professor Snape to learn some new magic!

Just you wait, Tom, this semester... no, next semester!

Next semester, I will definitely master a superb and proficient Transfiguration spell and Professor Snape's new magic, and then... defeat you fair and square!

Turn Tom into a little mouse, and then lock him up with Sonia and Mirola!

Hermione was filled with joy at the thought of this happening.

So she went to Professor Snape's office.

Chapter 36 This is the girls' dormitory! (3k-word long chapter, please read, vote, and recommend!)

"Enter!"

Hermione entered Professor Snape's office.

Thank goodness, Professor Snape didn't have his usual grumpy face today.

Although Professor Snape's eyes were as deep as ever, it was still noticeable that his eyebrows had risen by 0.0001 degrees and the corners of his mouth were 0.0002 degrees more relaxed than before.

Yes, I'm in a good mood.

"Thank you, Professor. If it weren't for your help that day, I would probably still be lying in a hospital bed, and my condition might be even worse."

Snape's tone remained icy—though he was in a good mood, he didn't reveal much: "You should be glad you didn't burn your brain out. There's a chair over there. Go, sit down."

Are you finally going to teach me something?

Hermione felt a surge of joy and settled into her seat.

"This is '3000 Refining Methods for High-Grade Medicinal Herbs,' copy it ten times."

Hermione: "?"

"No, Professor, I was just discharged from the hospital, I..."

Snape finally changed, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace: "Of course I know, but since you're able to come to me now, doesn't that mean you've fully recovered?"

There's still some time before curfew; hopefully you can make it in time.

Do not!

How could this be!

Today is all I have left; today is the last day!

Professor Snape, you can't do this!

……

That night, Hermione returned to her dormitory just in time, narrowly avoiding being caught by Mr. Filch.

Lying in her dorm room, Hermione could barely lift her arms.

Thankfully, I'm going back tomorrow...

wrong!

She sat up abruptly.

She had been copying "3000 Methods for Refining High-Grade Medicinal Herbs," which made Hermione forget something.

Her original purpose was to learn new things from Professor Snape!

How awful! How awful! How awful!

Oh well, secondhand is secondhand. Knowledge doesn't have a "firsthand" or "secondhand" distinction. Whatever you learn is good.

Hermione lay down again.

Li Su started grinding her teeth, while Terry slept soundly.

Hermione gradually calmed down, and her breathing became more even.

“Mr. Tom, Mr. Tom…” The little thing’s voice rang in Hermione’s ears, startling her.

"you you you……"

House-elves?

Hermione managed to stop herself in time; she was at least slightly shocked, but not overly so.

“Mr. Tom, Dobby smells blood on Hermione!” Dobby whispered, not wanting to disturb the other two in the dormitory. “Dobby is very worried. Mr. Tom said that if Hermione is in danger, she must tell him, so Dobby came.”

Is this little elf called Dobby?

Why didn't Tom tell me about this?!

But what he just said... could it be that Tom also has a little elf protecting me?

Hermione felt a moment of warmth, but quickly became wary: "When did you find out?"

"Just now!" Dobby stammered, "Dobby was following Hermione, and then Hermione went into the bathroom, and when she came out, she smelled of blood!"

Dobby was afraid Hermione was in danger, but he didn't dare to act on her himself; he was afraid of messing things up, so he came to inform you.

It's already curfew time.

Why does Tom smell of blood? Did he fight with someone again?

Hermione's heart was pounding with nervousness. Forgetting about curfew, she rolled out of bed and put on her shoes.

Dobby breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Hermione's departing figure.

Hopefully, this time I didn't mess it up.

Dobby knew that this was Miss Hermione.

Tom did smell of blood. Dobby didn't know what Tom had been through, but he felt that Tom's demeanor and expression were a bit off.

Mr. Tom always liked to shoulder everything alone, so... Dobby decided to tell Hermione that Hermione was more mature than him and had experienced more than him!

……

In the empty corridors of Hogwarts, a person and a cat were walking alone.

Mrs. Lorris's nose twitched, and her eyes suddenly turned to look in one direction.

"Who!" Mr. Filch quickly raised his lantern and chased after them.

The area ahead was quiet; there was no one in sight.

But there was a turbulent smell of dust in the air, which Mr. Filch accurately noted.

"It's curfew now, don't run!" Filch saw the target's back and quickened his pace.

Hermione was very familiar with the House—she had even sneaked out at night.

Turn left ahead, and you'll soon reach the Gryffindor dormitories.

"Hehehe!" That annoying little devil suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Peeves is a poltergeist at Hogwarts whose favorite pastimes are playing pranks and scaring other children.

When Mischievous Ghost saw students not returning home at night, he immediately became interested!

"I saw you come out of Ravenclaw, hehehe!"

Filch is still chasing you; you can't escape him now. There's no way you can avoid that black cat.

Hermione snapped, "Stop talking nonsense!"

That voice sounds so familiar!

Pipi Ghost paused for a moment, then quickly floated forward to see the person's face clearly.

"Tom!" Pippi exclaimed. "You should have said so earlier! Why didn't you tell me you were going to run away today? I would have helped you distract Filch!"

Hermione: "?"

How many things did Tom do without anyone knowing? He even bribed Pippi.

In just one semester, Tom has practically bought out the entire Hogwarts.

"Where are you going?" Mischievous Ghost asked.

"Never mind them! Lead Mrs. Lorris and Mr. Filch toward Slytherin, don't let them interfere with me here."

"Alright!" Peeves gave a thumbs up. "Slytherin is over there, try to avoid it, I'm on my way!"

After saying that, Mischievous Ghost let out a wild and unrestrained laugh in the corridor and started making all sorts of moves.

A short while later, Hermione heard Mr. Filch cursing and swearing, clearly the attraction of Peeves had taken effect.

Well done, you cheeky devil!

This was the first time Hermione had ever thought that Peeves wasn't so annoying.

But here's the problem: how is she supposed to get into the girls' dormitory?

If you dare to have any thoughts, the stairs will instantly turn into a slide.

You'll fall!

No, no, we need to think of something. If only we had a compound decoction.

"Hey, you seem to be in some trouble?"

Hermione has lost count of how many people she's met tonight.

Fortunately, this time the two men weren't there to arrest her.