Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

“I’m just following Granger.”

Hermione flashed in front of Malfoy: "Why are you following me? Malfoy, you need to explain yourself now!"

Hermione crossed her arms over her shoulders, her lips pursed into a thin line.

Hermione had absolutely no liking for Malfoy—not even the slightest bit, not even a hint of liking, just like she had no liking for Chipbit Bean!

"Tch, mind your own business." Malfoy glanced coldly at the group and turned to walk away.

After leaving, Malfoy secretly turned back and glanced at Hermione a few more times.

Hermione Granger, a Mudblood.

She was somewhat intelligent, somewhat beautiful, and somewhat capable; Malfoy admitted that Hermione's courage and ability surpassed his own.

As a member of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy did not want to owe anyone favors.

Hermione didn't tell anyone about her hasty escape last time, considering it something she owed her.

It's a pity Tom isn't here, otherwise he would definitely be very happy.

How did Malfoy start engaging in self-pity?

Malfoy didn't have any bad intentions following Hermione, but he noticed that Dobby—the house-elf—had been frequently disappearing lately.

After subtly inquiring for a while, Dobby seemed to be secretly following Hermione.

Although Malfoy had asked his father, his father did not reveal any information, which is why Malfoy followed him.

……

"Malfoy seems a bit strange." Harry scratched his head, unable to put his finger on it. "Hermione, have you been in contact with Malfoy lately? Are they planning something on you?"

The troll incident is still unresolved, and now the mysterious figure has reappeared in the Forbidden Forest, hmm…

Harry always felt that there was a huge conspiracy hidden in Hogwarts!

And even now, he still firmly believes that Snape was the mastermind behind that grand conspiracy!

I don't know why Hermione believed Professor Snape; perhaps she was brainwashed.

"But Hermione, I was just about to ask, where are you going?"

"walk around."

Hermione went to the Potions Lab this morning, but didn't find Tom there.

So Tom will only be in one place—the Slytherin Headmaster's office.

That is, Professor Snape's office.

"Hello."

The three little ones looked up at the same time; it was a third-grade student.

This senior student was a bit chubby, but for some reason his complexion was unusually rosy.

“I’m Raventon Chris, a third-year student in Gryffindor. You’re Hermione Granger, right?”

Hermione frowned, then nodded and said, "It's me. What can I do for you?"

“Christmas—I mean, Christmas is coming soon, and I would like to invite you to the ball!” The upperclassman bowed. “Please, Miss Granger! I will grant you whatever you desire.”

“I’m a first-year student!” Hermione said, somewhat exasperated. “Perhaps you should go find some classmates in your year, instead of us first-year students!”

With so many students at Hogwarts, can't you even find a dance partner?

The older student shook his head: "I... I really have no other choice. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but please, just this once!"

"Perhaps you should go find Lavender Brown. She's my roommate, prettier and more mature than me. If she dresses up properly, the professors might not recognize her."

The student was a little embarrassed: "Miss Brown sent me to find you."

asshole!

“Impossible.” Hermione rejected him without hesitation. “But I have another candidate. If he agrees, you will be very prestigious at the ball.”

"he?"

Hermione nodded and said, "Yes, him."

If it's for the sake of face, then you should go find him, Tom Riddle, a freshman at Ravenclaw.

If you let him dress in women's clothes, you'll be the most eye-catching guy at the whole ball. Go ahead, and don't come looking for me!

"May I ask where he is now?"

Are you really going?

Hermione paused, clearly taken aback.

Do students these days care about saving face and nothing else matters? Tom is a boy, after all.

"The office of the Head of Slytherin House, please."

"Professor Snape's office?" the other person exclaimed. "That won't do."

"Why not? If you don't even have this much courage, how could you possibly invite a dance partner? No wonder you haven't been able to find one!" Hermione's words were barbed, piercing through the other's psychological defenses without reservation. "But there's one thing: you absolutely cannot say that I sent you."

……

Snape's office.

Tom devoured the entire book, memorizing it from beginning to end until he knew it by heart.

But Tom is currently unable to successfully use the Divine Edge Without Shadow.

Tom tidied his messy hair and was about to tie up his long hair when there was a knock on the office door.

"Boom boom boom——"

It definitely wasn't Professor Snape, because Professor Snape would never knock on a door.

He would simply fling open the door in a fit of rage and then question himself.

Tom opened the door: "Professor Snape isn't here right now. You can wait for him to come back if you need to."

“I’m here to see you, Mr. Riddle. My name is Raventon Chris, a third-year student in Gryffindor.”

"Mr. Chris, what can I do for you?"

Tom had no recollection of ever seeing such a person.

"I would like to invite you to the Christmas dance with me!"

Tom: "?"

You guys are English gay, but I'm not!

“Sorry, I’m a boy, and I’m just a first-year student. I don’t know why you’ve come to me…” Tom scratched his head, completely puzzled.

Chris couldn't understand it at first, but he understood after seeing Tom.

If you give Tom a makeover and dress him in a long dress, his handsome face will be the envy of every girl!

“Mr. Riddle, please, I’ll do anything! This is the only ball I absolutely must attend. I’ve asked so many people, even the first-year girls, but…”

Tom narrowed his eyes: "So, did a lady named Hermione Granger send you to find me?"

Seeing the other party's stubborn denial and guilty expression, Tom instantly pictured Hermione's sinister smile.

How did she persecute me?!

All I did was ask her to do that tiny bit of homework for me!

boom--

A thought flashed through Tom's mind.

He seemed to have grasped the key to the magic of the Divine Edge Without Shadow.

Where there's a need to imitate, and where there's a need to imagine!

As a spell with such destructive power, all Tom needs to do is... intend to kill his opponent!

It's like Hermione wanted to frame her.

Hermione, thank you.

But you better not let me out, or I'll get my revenge.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Riddle, but please come with me! I really have nowhere else to turn!"

It seems they were truly desperate to come to Professor Snape's office looking for someone.

"impossible!"

The voice wasn't Tom's, but Professor Snape's, who arrived late.

Professor Bat's face was cold as he glanced at the two of them.

“Riddle, you don’t seem to have told me about this kind of fetish.”

Chapter 39 I Have Dumbledore's Weakness (3k-word long chapter, please read, vote, and recommend!)

"Professor Snape, I think you must have misunderstood something... Please don't look at me like that."

Snape: "You've always been like this in my eyes."

"Professor, you usually look at me like I'm some kind of stupid monster, but today you really hurt my feelings..."

Humans cannot, or at least should not...

Tom swears he has absolutely no sexual interest in boys!

Snape withdrew his gaze and stared coldly at Chris: "I remember you are Mr. Chris, a third-year Gryffindor student. I hope you will do well in the next Potions class."

So… why haven’t you left yet? Are you planning to invite a first-grader to your stupid Christmas dance in front of me?!

Chris ducked and ran away.

He dared not offend Snape here—those who offended Professor Snape always met a pitiful end.

He remembered a senior who had been punished with a week of confinement and had never dared to raise his head in front of Professor Snape since.

too frightening.