Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Are we in danger?" Zhang Qiu asked Tom, her heart pounding.

She rarely, no, she never!

Zhang Qiu had never embarked on such a thrilling adventure with a student before.

An unknown mountain range may harbor many dangerous things, such as magical creatures whose names are unknown, or terrifying giants.

This mountain is so big, it wouldn't be surprising if there were giant dragons there.

"Don't worry, senior. Please hold my hand. The mountain road is rugged, so watch your step and please don't fall."

Tom reached out his hand to Zhang Qiu behind him.

The warm sunlight shone down on Tom.

He was backlit, and in Zhang Qiu's eyes, Tom was like a little sun.

And now, this little sun has reached out its hand to her.

"Thank you."

Zhang Qiu lowered her head, letting down the stray hairs at her temples to cover her ears and the slight blush.

At the same time, it also covered up the shyness in the girl's heart.

She never knew that Hermione Granger was so charming.

No wonder there's a Hermione Fan Club at school.

With that thought in mind, Zhang Qiu glanced at Tom's back again.

The air was filled with a girl's fragrance, the scent of jasmine mixed with sugar, along with some other things.

She remembered a sentence she had once seen.

Girls are made of sugar, spices, and something nice.

……

"Senior, are you daydreaming? You can't daydream while hiking." Tom patted her head.

"Whoa whoa."

“Look over there.” Tom pointed to a unicorn under a tree not far away. “I never thought there would be a unicorn here. I thought unicorns only appeared in the Forbidden Forest. I never expected to see one in a place like this.”

unicorn!

Zhang Qiu's girlish heart couldn't be contained.

Its snow-white skin blended almost seamlessly with the surrounding snow, and the most striking feature was the long horn on its forehead.

This unicorn looks rather pitiful; it has a wound on its neck. Although the wound has scabbed over, you can still see that it was bitten by some kind of terrible animal.

Tom sniffed the air, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Wow! It's you!"

The unicorn was startled. It looked up and spotted Tom and Zhang Qiu not far away.

"Hermione, don't be so loud, it... it will run away." Zhang Qiu carefully pulled Tom along, not daring to raise her voice too much, for fear of disturbing the beautiful little elf who was all alone.

To Zhang Qiu's surprise, the unicorn not only did not run away, but instead ran towards them.

It nestled close to Tom, sniffing his scent, then lowered its head, as if asking Tom to pat its head.

"Huh?" Zhang Qiu asked in confusion, "What's going on?"

“I once rescued a unicorn in the Forbidden Forest, and when I saw the wound on its neck, I remembered it. Plus, they smell the same.” Tom pointed to his nose. “I have a very sensitive nose; I can remember every magical creature.”

The unicorn snorted, seemingly agreeing with Tom.

Tom gently rubbed the unicorn's neck and asked in a soft voice, "Could you take us to Curly Goats? Please tell them we just need a little bit of their fur and some of their shed horns."

Curly goats shed their horns. Every winter, they curl up in their burrows, waiting for their old, thick horns to fall off and for new ones to grow back.

The unicorn understood Tom's words. It nodded and bent its four legs slightly to lower its back.

Tom sat down and patted the back of his head: "Senior, get on, let's go find Curly Goat."

There are no mysterious figures here, nor any terrifying magical creatures; we can rest assured.

Zhang Qiu's mouth was agape.

Is there anything Tom can't do?

She never imagined that one day she would be able to sit on the back of a unicorn, walking through the mountains in the sunshine and snow.

Perhaps there are only a handful of people in the entire wizarding world who can do this.

Tom lent a hand, helping Zhang Qiu onto the unicorn's back.

Tom was in front, and Zhang Qiu was behind. Suddenly, Tom had a sense of déjà vu.

It seems that not long ago, she and Hermione had a similar experience.

However, that time it wasn't a unicorn, but a fire arrow.

Fortunately, the unicorn didn't have Tom's bad intentions. It didn't suddenly accelerate or decelerate, but instead moved forward at a steady, moderate pace.

"The environment here is really nice." Zhang Qiu couldn't help but smack his lips.

There was no bustling crowd, nor any wicked little wizards.

Here, there is only a blank snowfield, and occasionally some magical animals appear.

These magical creatures don't dislike Tom and Cho Chang; they usually just glance at them from a distance and then howl.

The unicorn responded with a howl, as if introducing Tom, and the magical creatures lowered their heads.

"I didn't expect there really to be a dragon in the Momo Mountains." Tom frowned. "But it's asleep now and won't attack us. The dragon will only wake up when spring comes."

"How did you know?"

Tom pointed to the unicorn beneath him: "I don't know, but my friend just told me."

"You...can you really understand?"

"Of course, I'm a near-Master of Fantastic Beasts, and I have many other secrets to hide."

A moment later, the unicorns stopped. In front of them, five or six curly-haired goats were rolling in the snowdrifts, their small horns just growing out and not yet fully hard.

As before, the unicorn bent down to make it easier for Tom and Cho Chang to get down.

The curly-haired goats immediately became wary—they were afraid of the wizard, terrified of the wizard.

These wizards enjoy targeting them, which is worrying.

The unicorn nudged Tom, signaling the two to step back while it went to speak with the curly goat.

"Senior, let's wait here."

Holding Zhang Qiu's hand, Tom and Zhang Qiu stood at a distance, their small hands clasped tightly together in the snow, radiating warmth from each other.

Chapter 59 Hermione: Am I being rejected?

The unicorn didn't disappoint; after a short while, it returned and barked twice at Tom.

Even an outsider like Zhang Qiu could tell that the unicorn was being affectionate—and the curly-haired goats had been persuaded.

After Tom and Curly Goat talked for a while, Tom turned around and gave Zhang Qiu a thumbs up.

“That’s fine. Curly goats not only shed their horns, but they also shed their fur! This is something you never read about in books. We can take some of their shed fur and horns, but whatever you do, don’t touch their lambs, or they’ll get angry,” Tom explained.

"If the curly goat attacks people, it will be terrifying. Although its two curved horns are not fully grown, they contain terrible magical power. Senior, follow me, please, please reach out and touch those little lambs."

……

Hogwarts.

Hermione had back pain and looked rather dejected.

Those jade-like pupils have dimmed slightly, losing their former vigor and spirit.

Hermione stretched and leaned back lazily on the sofa in the lounge.

After she gets tired, she likes to drink a cup of strong honey black tea with three sugar cubes.

Hermes felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure as he flipped through Mr. Lockhart's adventure book.

Time passed slowly, and by the time Hermione realized what was happening, it was almost evening.

She felt that she had almost mastered ballroom dancing.

Hermione's learning speed is genius-level, but she usually seems worse than Tom when compared to her.

Hermione closed the book and left the Ravenclaw common room.

She planned to review again, at least to avoid making a mistake at the dance.

And Tom hasn't learned anything yet, she's still a bit...

What if Tom twists his ankle at the ball and falls down? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?

Thinking of this, Hermione slapped her face twice.

No, no, what am I thinking?

Whether Tom embarrasses himself or not is none of my business. I'm worried that if Tom underperforms, I'll embarrass myself too.

What if he can't hold his head up in front of his classmates in the future? Wouldn't I suffer along with him?

This won't do. I must practice my dancing to the highest level, at least to the level of Lady Elizabeth.

When I practiced with Ms. Elizabeth, she guided me in the same way. Even though I wasn't very skilled, Ms. Elizabeth was able to control the rhythm, which made me feel very comfortable.

If I could do that... Tom would probably understand a little bit by now.

Who is the real genius?

It wasn't him, it was me, Hermione!

Little Hermione also wanted to stand out.

As soon as Hermione stepped out of the lounge, she ran into the two of them.

The Weasley twins.