Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Dumbledore stroked his beard and sat down at a distance, watching the two dance.

“Young wizards who are new to magic always manage to pull off some amazing spells. Remember Mr. Harry? He managed to get a snake out of its cage at the zoo.”

Why do you think... Misha would create a shadow that is exactly like herself?

Before Snape could answer, Dumbledore muttered to himself, "Miss Misha doesn't have any bad intentions. She just wants to be with Tom. It's just that Mr. Tom is being pressured by a certain Potions professor and is very busy every day, even having to work in the laboratory on weekends. That's why she created a new version of herself."

Dumbledore pointed to the shadow: "Its essence is Misha herself."

From the day she was created, she was a new Misha, a completely new Misha. The reason you feel there is a difference now is because this new Miss Misha has no friends. The children in the orphanage do not value her, do not even know that she exists, and trample on her at will.

Tom ignored her completely. "Look at Tom... oh?"

Dumbledore's lips suddenly curled into a smile.

"Albus, please finish what you have to say!"

"Our little wizard seems as clever as ever. He seems to have figured out the true nature of this shadow. It looks like tonight will be a sleepless night."

Dumbledore patted the person next to him: "The night is still long. Don't you want to sit down and take a look together?"

"I can just stand."

"Sit down."

Dumbledore pulled Snape down to sit.

"Yes, let's enjoy it together... hiss..."

Dumbledore suddenly gasped.

Why does Misha seem to look at Tom with a slightly off expression?

Didn't she just want to be Tom's sister?

Misha's gaze reminded Dumbledore of someone.

Hermione Granger, that proud little girl.

It seems Tom's future life at Hogwarts is going to be rather turbulent.

"By the way, Severus, Tom's potion-making talent is so high, why don't you take on another student?"

“You want me to teach Misha potions?” Snape yelled. “No way, I don’t have the energy!”

"She is very obedient."

"Even obeying won't work!"

Dumbledore: "She is Tom's sister."

Snape was silent for a moment. “I’ll think about it.”

Snape is so easily fooled.

Chapter 70 I don't care what you say, she's still my sister

In the middle of the night, Tom had already put Misha to bed.

He absolutely forbids Misha from staying up late.

Sitting by the bed, Misha, under the covers, held Tom's hand tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

Finally, she fell asleep, and the shadow beneath her quieted down.

Tom shifted his body and pulled his hand out of Misha's arms.

Upon closer inspection, Misha is quite adorable. She and Hermione are two different types of people. Hermione is more determined, like the kind of cool girl who, when she grows up, will ride a motorcycle with Tom on the back and race through the streets.

Misha, on the other hand, is more like a gentle, obedient, and sensible little sister. If she gets married, she might take care of everything at home, and when her husband comes home, she'll be all dressed up in an apron and ask him if he wants to take a shower or eat first, or just eat...

If you could marry two at the same time, one to take care of external affairs and the other to take care of the home, wouldn't that be...?

Chao, what am I thinking?

Tom rubbed his temples.

How can you marry two people at the same time?

—Isn't a shadow a person? He's clearly marrying three at the same time!

wrong!

Tom snapped out of his reverie after being slapped across the face.

Hermione is my friend, and Misha is my sister. I raised both of them from infancy!

The room was extremely quiet. Tom moved his wrist and saw a clear red mark on the back of his hand—Misha had gripped his hand too tightly. If you were to smell it, you could smell a girlish milky fragrance, stronger and more fragrant than Hermione's.

Luckily, I'm Tom. If Harry were here taking care of Misha, he probably wouldn't wash his hands for a week.

Tom crouched down, avoiding stepping on the shadow, and watched her from the side.

"..." The shadow shifted its body, keeping its distance from Tom.

Tom went over to him.

The shadow escaped.

Tom chased after him.

The shadow has nowhere to retreat!

Tom reached his hands into the ground and pulled the shadow out.

With lightning speed, Tom carried his shadow away from the small warehouse.

"Hmph!" Knowing how strong the person in front of him was with magic, the shadow simply stopped struggling.

That's how humans are, and that's how wizards are!

Once they discover a species different from themselves, they only have two options in mind—either capture it or kill it!

But was it actually this person who killed him?

Shadow gave a self-deprecating laugh.

To Shadow's surprise, Tom didn't lay a hand on her, but instead put her down.

"What's your name?"

shadow:"……?"

“I’m just an unwanted child, I have no name, let go, let go! Who gave you permission to hold me!” Shadow struggled in Tom’s arms. “If you hadn’t studied magic for a few months longer than me, I would have beaten you up.”

Tom: "I thought you were going to kill me."

Kill Tom?

Shadow bit her lip, muttering to herself as she turned her head to one side.

"So why aren't you listening? Haven't I told you that children should behave like children? It's so late, why aren't you asleep!"

Shadow: "...It's none of your business. How dare a mere stinking human interfere in my affairs?"

"Turn around," Tom said, taking a deep breath.

"Snapped--!!!"

Tom slapped Shadow on the butt.

The shadow, in pain, jumped up from the ground.

Misha used to get spanked by Tom like this when she made mistakes.

"You've gone too far!"

"Hmph." Tom snorted coldly, "If I catch you up again in the middle of the night, I'll beat you again."

The shadow retorted defiantly, "Who's afraid of who!"

The two faced off, Tom staring directly into Shadow's eyes without any politeness, but after a while, the other party did not make a move.

"Give yourself a name."

The shadow raised its head and spoke in a sarcastic tone: "Oh? Are you worried that I'll steal Misha's name? Well, it makes sense. Anyone would be wary if a monster appeared next to their sister."

"Since you're going to arrest me anyway, why bother with a name?"

Shadow dared not think about it too much; she only felt an emptiness in her heart when she said those words.

"Take him away?" Tom asked, puzzled. "Why would I take you away? You should have your own name and your own life."

You are not Misha, you are just yourself, understand?

"Why is it that no one listens to any of the motivational speeches I give you all?"

Tom sighed and reached out to pat the other person's head: "If you want to stay by Misha's side, I can help you get her."

If you want to go to Hogwarts and live under a new name, I can help you apply. I don't care what others say, you are my sister, just like Misha.

If you do something right, I'll reward you. Whether it's a small cake or a star from the sky, I'll pluck it down for you. But if you do something wrong, I'll spank you. That's how it is now, and it will be in the future!

Even if one day you become a complete dark wizard, wielding a wand and shouting something like "Eat a melon," I'll still come and spank you.

Tom took a deep breath and gently hugged the shadow in his arms: "You are you, and Misha is Misha. To me, you are the little sister who accompanied me back then, now grown up."

“You…” Shadow looked at Tom in disbelief, “I’m just magic, I was created by magic.”

"Then isn't a human being?"

"I'm not human!" the shadow roared!

She wanted to push Tom away forcefully, but when her palm touched Tom's body, she couldn't bear to push him away. Instead, she reached behind him and gently hugged him.

“To me, they’re all just people,” Tom laughed. “Thank you for being with Misha. The day she learned magic, she must have felt like her whole world had collapsed. She must have felt very uncomfortable among a group of ordinary people. Without you, she would have been in great pain.”

"You're the same..." Tom pondered. "I've met many people who, like you, silently keep everything to themselves."

Fortunately, I'm a caring older brother. Misha can't dance, so you must have studied dance for a long time before teaching her, right?

Want to dance together? On Christmas Eve.

Shadow was stunned for a moment, looking at Tom in disbelief.

She never imagined that Tom was thinking such a thing...