Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Is this your magic?" Tom asked, holding Misha's hand.

"Hmm...it just appeared suddenly, I don't know how it happened. Ever since this shadow appeared, I feel...no, nothing." Misha felt that if she said it, Tom would worry, so she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"You feel completely different from the people around you, right? That's how wizards are. But I'm a wizard too, so don't worry, tell me. I bet your shadow wants you to kill someone, right?"

Misha's face immediately changed, and she quickly covered Tom's mouth, saying, "No, don't say it."

Is that really true?

"Remember to tell me next time." Tom glanced at the shadow on the ground, a faint aura of ferocity emanating from him—even though he was smiling.

The shadow beneath Misha's feet visibly shrank, not daring to peek out.

When Tom and Misha arrived at the pastry shop next to the station, the shop was already closed, with only the Christmas tree still lit up at the entrance.

The little stars on the Christmas tree twinkled, attracting attention on the deserted street.

"It's closed."

"What a pity," Tom sighed. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Let's come together again next time."

Misha suddenly felt a little reluctant to part with it.

She felt that Tom's words were a farewell.

She didn't know when Tom meant "next time."

Will Tom come back for Christmas? If not, when?

Could Tom feel the human world is boring, just like me, and want to stay at Hogwarts and play with the other wizards?

"I'll stay with you tonight. The bed in the warehouse is big enough for two people to squeeze in."

Misha's little ears suddenly perked up.

However, no one noticed this small action.

The shadow on the ground was also unnoticed; she seemed to have become happier, and her steps could hardly keep up with Misha's.

"Tom, be careful on your way back. There's a weirdo in London now, his name is Jack the Ripper."

Almost everyone in London is familiar with Jack the Ripper.

However, it's quite surprising that there's a new Jack the Ripper 2.

Just then, the shadow on the ground suddenly spoke up, warning, "Watch out, someone's following us. He just stepped on me."

The streetlights ahead cast long shadows of the two people. In the thick fog, visibility was poor, and only Misha's shadow could feel the reaction of her feet stepping on her head.

"Tom, let's go quickly."

"Leave?" The dark figure emerged, carrying a curved dagger.

The man's mouth appeared to have been cut open by a blade and then sewn back on, a truly horrifying sight.

Jack the Ripper!

“Misha, you’re a wizard now.” Tom’s expression didn’t change. “You have to remember, in the wizarding world, there’s something called the Ministry of Magic, and that place is shameless.”

While wizards can use magic when facing danger, using magic is always wrong if the Ministry of Magic doesn't like you, so don't do it.

Tom wasn't looking at Misha when he said these words—even though he was calling her name.

Tom was looking at the shadow on the ground.

Through their brief encounter, Tom also understood some things.

Tom took off his coat and handed it to Misha, then stretched his wrists. "Mr. Jack, perhaps I should thank you."

The book says that the best way to enhance a relationship is to do something exciting together.

"If you hadn't come tonight, I wouldn't know where else to find some exciting things."

Chapter 69 She is Tom's sister

Jack the Ripper was a notorious serial killer in London in 1888.

It's unbelievable that a century later, someone is still using this name.

Do you know who I am?

Tom smiled. "I read the newspaper in the car on the way here and know there's some annoying guy in London lately. Mr. Jack, do you know who's standing in front of you?"

"You little brat, stop talking so much nonsense."

How boring.

Tom silently curled his lip in his heart.

He even wanted to introduce himself.

Jack the Ripper is certainly terrifying.

But the person standing in front of you is—

The world's most talented young wizard, an eleven-year-old master of potions, herbalism, and magical zoology.

A true genius who single-handedly confronted and defeated Voldemort, the world's most fearsome villain!

Tom Riddle.

If magic is unavailable, I also know a thing or two about pure melee combat.

When Tom first arrived in the world, he didn't know it was Hogwarts. At that time, Tom's dream was to become the underground boxing champion.

Clearly, Jack the Ripper was just a complete psychopath. He had no sense of chivalry or honor as a killer; he simply wanted to kill the two children in front of him.

"boom!"

A punch landed on Jack's face, sending several of his teeth flying and filling his mouth with blood. He instantly passed out.

LOL, I can dodge Voldemort's Avada Kedavra, how could you possibly stab me with this little dagger?

Misha, who was behind her, had her lips pursed into an "O" shape.

Are all wizards this powerful?

Are all Hogwarts students this amazing?

If I could get into Hogwarts, would I be like Tom, could I become someone like Tom?

"Tom, when did you become so...so amazing?"

"Tch, didn't I beat up those college students like this when they bullied you? Let's go home."

Jack the Ripper seems like an insignificant interlude, surviving for less than a minute in the two's story before being dealt with by Tom.

That punch left him stunned and mentally damaged; Mr. Ripper won't wake up until tomorrow.

Under the streetlights, Tom noticed that Misha was wearing a pair of white ballet shoes, and that she seemed a little awkward when she walked... It was hard to describe the awkwardness, like the soreness in her muscles after a full-body workout.

Is there still a somewhat worn-out dance costume hanging in the warehouse?

"Speaking of which, it's Christmas today, Miss Misha. Would you like to dance together?"

Misha's face immediately turned red.

She felt that she was still the same in front of Tom as before, as if Tom could know what she was thinking just by looking at her, and there were no secrets between them.

"It's too late."

Is it too late?

It seems so, but there's not much of an atmosphere.

The most atmospheric element is the twinkling streetlights overhead.

Can't the British magistrate allocate some money to fix this thing?

Forget it.

Tom took out his wand and waved it in the air.

"The stars are shining."

In an instant, it seemed as if countless stars appeared in the thick fog, emitting a light that was not too bright, but not dim either.

No girl could resist this scene, and Misha covered her mouth with both hands.

"Miss, would you like to dance?"

This is Tom's first dance of Christmas.

There weren't any lively spectators... well, the spectators were quite lively too.

The shadow beneath Misha's feet almost made her grind her teeth to dust.

Jump, jump, jump! What the hell are you jumping for?!

But every time she tried to make a move, Misha seemed to anticipate it and blocked her from touching Tom.

Misha, why are you protecting him!

Get lost, you bastard!

……

Two spectators remained in the thick fog.

Snape turned to the person next to him and asked, "Albus, what should we do with that Ripper?"

"What Ripper? Oh, you mean that wicked kid who wanted to imitate the murderer? He'll behave himself when the British police arrive tomorrow."

Snape paused. "And what about Misha's dark magic?"

"So what if it's dark magic? Isn't the 'Divine Slash' technique you taught Tom dark magic? As long as it's not used for evil, it's fine. I'll take care of the Ministry of Magic."

Snape retorted, "She's too murderous! We should deal with her."

"Do you know what that shadow is?" Dumbledore suddenly asked Snape.

"do not know."

Snape could only tell that the shadow had a strong murderous intent.

He has a destructive mentality towards everything in the outside world.