Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Why is everyone here?!

Everyone wants to take a bite out of me, right?

I gave the other party a vague reply, which was roughly to translate what I said to Senior Sister Emperor No. 1 from Chinese to Chinese... no, it should be said to translate it from English to English, and then return it to Senior Sister Emperor No. 2.

Then came Senior Sister Emperor #3, #4, #5...

Finally, realizing they would miss the train if they didn't hurry, the group left Tom.

With a pocket full of love letters in his hand, Tom arrived wearily at the door of Snape's office.

Tom took off the scarf around his neck, changed into a dark green one, knocked on the door, and entered the office after the person inside answered.

"Professor Snape, have a nice holiday. I have a question for you. May I return to school early?"

Professor Snape gave Tom a cold look: "You shouldn't be saying these things to me. You should be asking Albus, or Professor Flitwick, the head of your Ravenclaws, not me, understand?"

"Professor Snape, you are my favorite professor."

Tom's heartfelt words.

However, at this moment he was holding a large pile of love letters in his arms, and a red scarf—a gift from Hermione—was hidden in his satchel.

Snape's heart began to pound wildly; the Occlumency technique had cracked!

"Let me know in advance when you come back."

"Professor, I'd like to bring Misha along too."

"Tom, don't go too far!"

Professor Snape pointed at Tom's nose and cursed, "I'm warning you, Tom, if you push your luck any further, I..."

Tom seemed to have anticipated this situation, interrupting Professor Snape before he could finish speaking.

"Professor, I think your potions lab needs a little helper. For Misha right now, from now until she enrolls in school, it's her vacation. She needs to use this vacation to get ahead of others."

In the future, no, next year, you will have a wonderful Slytherin student named Misha.

Professor, think about it. If a child, upon entering school, has already mastered Potions, Herbalism, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms... and has practiced them all to a very high level... cough cough."

Tom didn't continue.

Because Professor Snape had already started daydreaming.

Those eyes were clear and bright, and I wondered what they were thinking. They were probably already fantasizing about sitting in the headmaster's seat at Hogwarts.

Sigh, Professor Snape is so easy to fool.

Tom added the finishing touch: "Professor, thank you for your Christmas present. It's very heartwarming. It's so nice to have you this winter."

Did I say that before? It sounds so natural coming out of my mouth.

Forget it.

As expected, Professor Snape waved his hand and said, "Get lost. Contact me when you get back. I don't want to see you in the meantime, not even for a second!"

Hogwarts' holidays usually begin at Christmas and last for two full weeks until New Year's Day.

However, this year is somewhat of an exception. It seems that the school has made some arrangements, and the holiday will last for a full four weeks, a whole month.

That feels very comfortable.

Tom already has a complete plan.

We're just waiting for it to be implemented!

After saying goodbye to Professor Snape and leaving his office, Tom went to Professor Dumbledore's office, where he put on a new scarf once again.

……

Chattering away...

……

"Professor Dumbledore, thank you for your Christmas gift. It's very heartwarming. It's so nice to have you here this winter."

Tom felt increasingly familiar with the phrase; it seemed like it had been said three times.

Leave Professor Dumbledore's office.

Tom came to the greenhouse, and this time he took off his scarf instead of putting on a new one—because Professor Sprout hadn't given Tom a Christmas present yet, and he had come to ask for one.

The enthusiastic Professor Sprout saw Tom as if he were his own son, picked him up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Child, I saw your performance yesterday. It was perfect, absolutely perfect."

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor. Is there anything I can help you with? I'm about to leave the school and wanted to come and lend you some assistance. You have a bad back, and I'm worried you might tire yourself out."

What an obedient child!

That bastard Severus actually spoke ill of such a good child; I'm even thinking of taking him home as my adopted son!

Professor Sprout silently cursed Snape's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Child, I don't need it. There's nothing to take care of in the greenhouse. I'm already very happy that you came. All I need to do is take down the socks hanging on the wall... Huh?"

Professor Sprout's smile froze.

Hanging stockings in the greenhouse is something she does every Christmas.

—For the sake of a sense of ritual.

But today, no, this year is different!

These socks feel so heavy.

Santa Claus is here!

Professor Sprout suddenly looked at the cute, handsome little Santa Claus standing in front of him.

Chapter 74 Tom the Flower Thief

"Little Santa Claus, thank you. Perhaps I should ask Mr. Rubeus to get you a reindeer so you won't be so busy on Christmas Eve." Even though Sprout was joking, the doting look in his eyes was still undisguised.

It's clear that she really likes Tom and wants to spoil him rotten.

"I'll be so busy. Just thinking about all the people asking me to send them gifts on Christmas Eve gives me a headache—you know, there are many timid kids who don't even dare to say 'Merry Christmas' to their crush."

Professor Sprout nodded in agreement, crossing her arms. "Yes, Tom, you're right. Those guys don't deserve girlfriends. By the way, little Tom, are you going home for the holidays?"

Tom shook his head: "I'm going back to my friend's house for a few days, and then I might bring a very cute child to see you. I'll need your help with a few small things then, Professor, would that be alright?"

Professor Sprout stopped what she was doing and asked curiously, "A girl?"

"Girls."

Has Tom finally understood?

Professor Sprout nodded slightly.

Snape is unreliable. If you want to get engaged to Hermione, you have to come to me. I'm the best person to be your witness!

And a cute girl? Oh, you can just say Hermione, it's not like I don't know her.

Professor Sprout had already started daydreaming.

Many children hit it off with their crushes while still in school and got engaged early on. Has Tom finally reached that point too?

Tom's future children will definitely...

"Professor Sprout?" Tom tried calling out two or three times before Sprout finally snapped out of his reverie.

"Oh, Tom, you say it."

"I need to ask you for a favor. Um... I need to go to Hermione's house, but the train has already left and I missed it."

Sprout waved his hand dismissively: "I'll take you there. This is nothing."

As expected, they're going to Hermione's house; they're definitely going to bring Hermione back for an engagement!

Professor Sprout, who was watching the drama unfold, laughed so hard that his crow's feet appeared on his face.

……

Tom arrived at Hermione's house first.

That's natural. Even if you were the Hogwarts Express, or even a rocket, you couldn't be faster than magic.

Professor Sprout brought Tom here with a wave of his wand; there was no need for him to take any express train.

"Goodbye, Tom. I'll be waiting for you and Hermione at school." Professor Sprout waved to Tom.

What do you mean by waiting for me and Hermione at school?

Although Tom had some doubts, he still said goodbye to Professor Sprout and watched him leave.

Standing in front of Granger's house, Tom breathed on his palms, and layers of white mist rose up, drifted to the horizon, and then dissipated again.

"who are you?"

Tom turned around and saw a chubby little boy and two little followers.

For a moment, Tom felt that the people looked familiar, but he couldn't remember them.

"Who are you?" the chubby boy asked again, his plump cheeks scrunched up as he looked at Tom with ill intent. "Why are you in front of Granger's house? Are you a thief?"

Thief?

Tom subconsciously glanced at himself.

Holy crap! This is a prestigious wizard's robe! Do you know how many Galleons this robe cost? 133 Galleons! More valuable than gold!

—A gift from Professor Snape.

The proud Snape was worried about Tom's safety, so he spent a lot of money to get Tom this wizard robe, which was of better quality than the wizard robes worn by ordinary people, and was smoother and more delicate.

As for whether it's useful for protecting Tom... the answer is not very useful.

But that's not important!

Where did this fatso come from? He can't even tell that my wizard robe is so precious!

Suddenly, Tom remembered who the two people were.

These are the three little guys who came to provoke me when I first transmigrated into Hermione's body.