Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Tom, would you hate a cunning old man?"

Damn, how can he hold a grudge like that!

"Professor, please go ahead."

“I thought about it last night, and perhaps I should punish you a little, son.” Dumbledore said unhurriedly, the letter between his fingers. “I won’t do anything pointless, Tom. If you’re willing to go to Hogsmeade with Hermione, this letter is yours. Don’t worry, Rubeus will take you and tell you what to do there.”

This is your punishment for what you did to me yesterday.

Hogsmeade Village!!!

Tom didn't react much, but the other two in the dormitory gaped open.

Who hasn't heard of this name at Hogwarts?

That's Hogsmeade Village, the only village in England entirely inhabited by wizards! Hogwarts students can travel to Hogsmeade Village on weekends, but only students in their third year or above are eligible.

The first-year students could only watch enviously as the older students went on dates with their girlfriends.

What kind of punishment is this? This is clearly a reward for Tom!

The two of them once again cast envious glances at Tom—what other first-grader besides Tom could receive such treatment?

“Professor, I can’t refuse,” Tom replied.

"Yes, so I will personally hand you the envelope when you return. Hermione and Rubeus are already waiting for you. Oh, and take your fire crossbow. It seems you haven't ridden that broom since you got it."

After saying that, Dumbledore disappeared from the spot, leaving only the scent of his cologne.

"Tom!" Li Su and Terry jumped onto Tom's bed at the same time, each holding down one of Tom's hands. "Take me there, I beg you, take me there!"

"I want to go to Hogsmeade Village too! Why do you get to receive such special treatment? It's outrageous!"

"Tom, I look just as good as Hermione in a dress! You can sneak a dance partner and no one will notice. Even if I get locked up, I'm going to the ball!"

Tom was pinned down by the two men, their burning pupils almost touching him. Tom struggled for a moment, then, realizing their agitated state, coughed twice and said, "You can wait a bit, I can help you later."

Will it really work?

The two exclaimed in surprise, "Hogsmeade Village or a Christmas ball?"

“Hogsmeade Village,” Tom said. “In two years, I can sign for you, and then you can go to Hogsmeade Village for a trip. I will be very happy to wait for your return in the dormitory.”

Two years?

Who can wait two years!

Li Su was a smart child and immediately understood what Tom said—there were two conditions for going to Hogsmeade Village: one was being in the third grade, and the other was having a guardian's signature.

"Terry, tickle him! Tom wants to be our dad!"

"Tom isn't ticklish! Quickly take a picture of him with the magic camera. I'm going to draw a little turtle on his forehead and then give the photo to Hermione!"

Seeing that the two were really going to fight, Tom could only use a little of his skills to pin them both down on the bed. If Li Su and the other hadn't begged for mercy so quickly, Tom would have tied them up.

“You’re a monster, Tom.” Li Su stretched his stiff shoulders. “I’ve never seen anyone with such high magical skill and such great strength at the same time. Do you have giant blood?”

"I was just thinking that it might come in handy someday, and exercising is good for you all. Go exercise when you have time, since you don't have anything to do all day anyway."

Tom combed his hair, changed his clothes, and left the dormitory with his fire crossbow—under the envious gazes of the two men.

At the school gate, Tom saw two people—Hagrid and Hermione.

Hermione puffed out her cheeks, crossed her arms, and looked somewhat sullen.

Good morning, Mr. Hagrid.

Good morning, little Tom.

"Hermione, good morning."

"Humph!"

She turned her face away from Tom.

Hagrid discovered the relationship between the two and instinctively became worried.

“Tom, Hermione, I have to tell you about the tasks we need to complete on this trip to Hogsmeade.” Hagrid became serious. “First, you must come with me. As you know, to go to Hogsmeade, you need to be in your third year and have a guardian’s signature, but you don’t have that yet.”

So, you're not going on vacation; you're coming with me to Hogsmeade Village on a mission. You absolutely cannot act on your own, or I'll be punished, understand?

“We will, sir,” Tom and Hermione said in unison.

"Very good, very good, then let's set off."

Hagrid doesn't fly a broom; his flying vehicle is a motorcycle.

The motorcycle could carry people, but Hagrid got on without a second thought: "Tom, remember to follow me closely. I'll slow down and try my best to keep up. Don't let Hermione fall off your broom."

Hermione: "?"

There's still one seat left on the motorcycle!

“Mr. Hagrid, shouldn’t I come with you?” Hermione asked anxiously.

"Me?" Hagrid chuckled and patted the right side of his motorcycle. "This motorcycle can't carry two people. You might not be able to tell, but this spot is actually broken. Besides, you'd probably prefer to be with Tom rather than an old man like me, right? I won't bother you two."

"Who would want to be around someone like that!" Hermione pouted, her face slightly flushed.

But Hagrid had already gone far away and was floating in the sky waiting for the two of them.

“Get the broom, Hermione.” Tom stepped aside.

Tom even very gentlemanly gestured to Hermione, making way for her.

“Me?” Hermione pointed at herself. “You want me to hold a broom? Tom, I’ve only been learning to fly for a short time, and this is a fire bolt. We’ll fall down.”

"Then let's die together."

"Don't talk about such unlucky things!" Hermione pushed Tom. "You go ahead, I'll sit in the back. Hope you took a bath last night."

Hermione seemed to have calmed down. After they both got on the broom, she tugged at the hem of Tom's clothes, keeping a little distance between them.

"Hey, my friend, you should hurry up and not be so far away from me. See that over there?" Tom pointed to the sun in the sky.

What are you trying to say?

"We are now enjoying a grand celebration under the sun, and we must cherish this opportunity no matter what."

Hermione snorted: "Who wants to play with you?"

Despite saying that, Hermione still tightened her grip on Tom's clothes, pulling hard—though it wasn't quite what Tom expected.

"Are you sure you're holding on tight? This is a fire bolt, and it's even faster than Hagrid's flying motorcycle."

“It’s okay! Just leave it like this!” Hermione whispered.

She saw Tom trying to turn around, so she reached out her other hand and pressed Tom's head down to prevent him from turning around.

Hermione didn't know why, but she felt her heart pounding a little fast.

Maybe it's because I stayed up late last night.

Hmm... It's a bit hot today. It's already December, but I don't know why she feels so hot. Otherwise, why would her ears and face feel so hot?

"3...2...1...Are you really done?" Tom asked again after counting down.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Tom pulled his legs back, and the fire bolt shot through the air, instantly passing Hagrid, who was more than ten meters away.

"Oh my god—!" Hermione's shrill voice whistled in Tom's ear, "Wait, wait! Flying isn't allowed here. Professor Dumbledore gave us this privilege, and you'll get us punished for doing this!!!"

The wind was so strong that it almost drowned out Hermione's voice.

Tom only heard a faint scream.

"What? Not fast enough?" Tom gripped the broom tightly. "Then you'd better hold on tight."

The broom suddenly accelerated, and Hermione instinctively reached out and hugged Tom's waist tightly.

Chapter 43 Drunkenness (3k-word chapter, please read, vote, and recommend!)

"Hey! Do you think you're some delicate woman? Be gentle!" Tom felt his insides churning.

Hermione is not some delicate, frail woman—she probably was a long time ago.

But now, Hermione, while not exactly a superhuman, could easily beat Ron and Harry to a pulp with her bare hands.

"Be gentle!"

"I'm afraid I'll fall!" Hermione shouted from behind.

"If you tighten it any further, we'll both die, and I'll die before you do!"

Hermione quickly replied, "That's wonderful! I've killed a bastard, and Mr. Lockhart will definitely write my story into his books in the future."

The fire bolts traced S-shaped arcs in the air, hurtling straight toward the blazing sun.

……

A few minutes later, both of them calmed down. Tom stopped flying at high speed, and Hermione let go before strangling him.

The hurricane roared past their ears, and Hermione could only rest her head on Tom's shoulder and speak into his ear if she wanted to talk to him.

Hagrid followed the two of them, watching their every move, and nodded with satisfaction.

The relationship between these two is so good that it's enviable.

Little did they know, Hermione on the other side was firing off a barrage of questions.

"Tom, you're such a bastard, a villain, a slug monster!" Hermione's vocabulary was limited, and she had used as many vicious words as she could, but even so, it sounded like a spoiled child to Tom.

"Do you know I almost fell off when I accelerated?! If I fell, you would be a murderer, Hogwarts would expel you, Misha would be heartbroken, and you should apologize to me!"

Tom stammered, "Didn't you say it wasn't fast enough and tell me to speed up...?"

"When did I tell you to speed up!" Hermione wanted to pinch him on the waist, but fearing he would speed up again, she could only slam Tom's back twice. "Damn it, slow down!"

London in winter has a certain beauty, especially in places like this, far from the city.

The towering trees are covered in snow, and the snow on the ground has a few animal footprints, which blend perfectly with the surrounding environment and make people feel happy.

No wonder Hogsmeade Village is the perfect place for couples to go on a date; the road leading to the village is a beautiful sight in itself.

If a young couple were holding hands in the snow, wow...