Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Absolutely not!

She opened a book, and her signature was written on the title page.

Mischa Riddell.

Misha always treated Tom like an older brother, even though they weren't related by blood. In Misha's eyes, Tom was her own brother.

She wouldn't allow anyone to say a bad word about Tom!

The shadow chuckled and hummed behind her, then slowly burrowed into the ground to continue acting as Misha's shadow.

Misha reached out and pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding.

What will she do if Tom doesn't come back for Christmas?

Meanwhile, the shadow beneath Misha boldly plays the role of Misha.

The shadow's eyes looked at the girl.

Unnoticed by anyone, at Misha's feet, where everything was pitch black, in that shadowy spot, shadows huddled together.

As Misha's shadow, it knew how pitiful the child was.

It hugged itself, and the smile on its lips vanished.

It envied Misha, at least Misha was a person, while it had no one else to talk to except Misha.

……

Hogwarts.

Hermione spotted Tom looking relaxed and carefree from afar.

arrest!

Go, Hermione!

Hermione is still ten meters away from Tom!

An unknown extra suddenly popped out from the side and almost bumped into Hermione.

Fortunately, Hermione was quick enough to skillfully dodge the extra.

Hermione did it!

She leaped high into the air and wrapped her arms around Tom's neck.

To outsiders, this scene looked like a husband waiting for his wife who had been away for a long time, finally rushing to her side and embracing her after months of separation...

But clearly, Tom wasn't so happy. He patted the hands that were tightly wrapped around his chest and said, "Let go, let go, I can't breathe."

"I won't let go!"

"If you don't let go, I'm going to die. And don't use my body to do things that will be misunderstood, cough cough..."

Hermione blushed and then released Tom's neck.

"A lunge first thing in the morning, who do you think you are?" Tom smoothed his messy curly hair, which had been messed up by the overreaction. "The last time I saw someone this enthusiastic was when Mr. Hagrid had been gone for a long time, and Tooth pounced on him."

"You're the dog!" Hermione huffed, her gaze sweeping over the paper bag in Tom's arms. "What's this?"

"Hey, the school's new houttuynia cordata buns are really good."

Hermione's little hands moved quickly, and she snatched it away: "Let me try it!"

After taking two bites, Hermione immediately spat out her lips.

"What is this thing? Are you trying to poison me?"

"Tch, some people like to eat it even if you don't!" Tom snatched the bun back and chewed on it, not minding that Hermione had taken a bite out of him.

Delicious food!

Chapter 61 Here, pain

"So, how's your ballroom dancing practice going? You know, tomorrow night, we're going to be dancing in front of a lot of people... I don't want to see you step on my foot like last time and fall down. That would be so embarrassing, and Professor Ghost would talk about it for years to come."

Is Professor Ghost really that free?

Tom sighed, pinching his brow. "Miss Granger, do you remember that person who refused to attend a ball? She was so eager to kill me."

Tom couldn't help but laugh when he recalled Hermione's appearance back then.

Hermione felt extremely uncomfortable under those teasing looks; her cheeks flushed red, and even her ears seemed to be steaming.

"I...I just want to do everything well!"

Everything in this world requires our serious attention; once we decide to do something, we must do it to the best of our ability!

Either don't do it at all, or if you do, strive to be number one!

The young Hermione clenched her fist and puffed out her little chest: "I don't like giving up halfway, and I don't want to be called a half-baked person. I'm a Muggle, so I can't compare to those who have received wizard education since childhood, nor can I compare to those upperclassmen, but I only have one goal—to be the best!"

Hermione, you're being modest.

Tom muttered to himself as he ate his houttuynia cordata bun.

Do you think those pure-blood wizards and upperclassmen can compare to you?

You're a first-year genius! Compared to everyone else, even Harry Potter is like a firefly.

But the person you're comparing yourself to is me...

Tom suddenly said seriously, "Don't love her too much, girl."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Tom is notorious for talking nonsense—at least notorious for talking nonsense to Hermione.

Aside from showing off and being pretentious, everything he said had only one purpose: to provoke me.

It seemed that Tom was happy whenever she got angry.

"So, you really didn't learn anything?"

“No, I’ve learned a little.” Tom held up his thumb and forefinger, making a “tiny” gesture. “Just a little, not much, but it should be enough. I’ve been busy these days, and I’m waiting for an owl today.”

"An owl?" Hermione asked doubtfully. "You wrote to your senior again?"

"No, it's just a Christmas present." Tom gazed into the distance. "Christmas is coming soon, and I hope everyone who loves me will receive a gift from me; it will make them very happy..."

Suddenly, Tom turned his head: "You didn't prepare a Christmas present for me, did you? Miss Granger, I'm a little sad! I went deep into the dragon's lair to steal your present from under the nose of a very scary monster."

"Um... I encountered some really scary things along the way, and even saw blood."

Tom's words were half true and half false.

He did see something terrible.

There are mosquitoes in the Momo Mountains!

It's snowing, and there are mosquitoes in that place! That's awful!

As for the blood... Tom and his friends were very lucky; they happened to see a curly-haired goat giving birth, so of course there was blood.

Hermione believed her and immediately became anxious: "Then, are you hurt? I don't actually need such an expensive gift, just a little something, even something you just bought casually will do."

Tom sighed, "I just wanted to give you the best, but I did get hurt."

"where?"

Hermione took Tom's hand and rolled up his sleeve to examine him closely, but there were no wounds, only a mosquito bite.

"This," Tom pointed to his chest, "I've been working hard for three days, three whole days! And to find out you didn't prepare a Christmas present for me, this hurts."

Tom glanced at Hermione with amusement and noticed that her cheeks had turned completely red.

“I was prepared, I was!” Hermione crossed her arms and snorted. “And don’t make jokes like that again. I thought you were really hurt. If you make jokes like that again, I… I’ll beat you up.”

"So what have you prepared?" Tom tried to change the subject.

"Now tell me what other surprises are in store!"

This is a lie.

Hermione left in a hurry, even forgetting her main task.

She always gets led astray by Tom.

Or rather, Tom possesses a special kind of magic; whenever he tries to change the subject, everyone, regardless of who they are facing, will involuntarily follow his train of thought.

Like Hermione, she had forgotten about banquets and balls.

Hermione had only one thought in her mind.

How to do!

She really forgot!

Christmas is for giving gifts to friends, but she has never had any friends. For the past eleven Christmases, Hermione has been used to receiving carefully prepared gifts from her mother, but she has never given a gift to anyone else... not even once!

What should I send to Tom?

Perhaps we should send him some books?

Damn it, what book hasn't Tom read? He seems to only like magic books, but finding a magic book that Tom hasn't read... is harder than climbing to heaven.

Then let's change... to a new set of clothes, he might need a suit.

But Tom should have already prepared a suit; he doesn't need those things.

Hermione experienced what it felt like to have friends for the first time.

First, there was some joy, because Hermione knew she would receive a Christmas present, and it would be from Tom.

But, but...

It's somewhat painful.

How should I choose this gift?

You can't just grab Tom by the shoulder and say, "Hey kid, I'm Santa Claus in Hermione's body. Tell me what you want for Christmas."

Absolutely not!

What do boys like?