Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

He's grown taller in the last few months, and the chubby guy has gotten even fatter. Looks like he's quite the foodie. I suggest sending him to Harry's house so he can have a good chat with his cousin about the most sensible way to eat.

As for the name, Tom couldn't remember it.

"I'm Hermione's friend, and you are..."

The three men glared angrily at Tom, but refused to introduce themselves.

"You must be a thief. Who would dress all in black with a big hood? You must have targeted Hermione's house because no one was home."

No... I'm a potions master, why would I need to steal from their house?

Give me a month, and I can buy an apartment in central London, you know what I mean!

"Tom, my goodness, how did you get here so fast? I've been looking for you in the car for ages!" Hermione finally appeared, her big, bright eyes glancing at the three of them. "Who are they? Your friends?"

The chubby, oval-shaped boy pointed to himself: "Me? Granger, I'm Tonks, have you forgotten me?"

“Tonks…who? Never mind.” Hermione shook her head indifferently and waved to Tom, “What are you still doing outside? Come here.”

The chubby boy felt like a clown, and his face turned red.

Hermione also wants to bring that strange man home with her.

Let's go home together!!!

And why are they wearing the same clothes? Are they wearing matching outfits?

Who is this man?!

On the other side, Hermione reached into her pocket, her face suddenly turning ashen: "Oh no, I forgot my keys."

Tom's lips twitched; he wanted to laugh, but he held it in.

"Simple."

A lock-picking spell landed on the doorway, and the two pushed the door open and went inside.

"Tom, you're old enough to be a professional thief. With your current level of lockpicking skills, there's probably no door you can't open, right?"

Tom shrugged: "That's just you talking nonsense. Humph, let me explain. Real professional thieves never get rich by stealing such small things. They have higher goals."

Hermione looked suspicious.

Have you ever heard of a flower thief?

She suddenly understood, staring wide-eyed at Tom: "You...you...how can your thoughts be so filthy? I must inform Professor Snape to take control of you!"

"Stop having those dirty thoughts." Tom rolled his eyes at her, skillfully took a cup from the cupboard and poured himself some water. "The truly skilled womanizers always steal other people's hearts. Otherwise, why do you see those rich and beautiful women keeping gigolos? They're the new generation of womanizers."

Hermione seemed to understand. She gasped, and a thought flashed through her mind.

"Hey Tom, aren't you a womanizer now too?"

Tom: "?"

“Look, Professor Snape, Professor Sprout, Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid, and…” Hermione rattled off a whole bunch of names, “Didn’t you steal their hearts?”

Tom: "???"

Chapter 75 Don't Lie to Me

"Hermione, I'm warning you, don't slander people like that. I'm just a good friend of the professors."

Hermione: "That's what the flower thieves say too."

"I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you." Tom put down his water glass and paced back and forth in the house.

He was very familiar with everything here, but after rummaging through everything, Tom was a little confused: "Where's that Snoopy pajama I bought you last time? The one with the hood, the really cute one."

Hermione stood up abruptly, asking warily, "What do you want to do!"

"What? To take a shower. After the shower, I need to change my clothes, right? That pajama set doesn't come in men's or women's sizes, and it fits me... You've worn it before?"

Hermione remained silent.

Sometimes, silence is the best answer.

No wonder she thought that pajama was so big!

It's so big it doesn't look like it's meant for me!

"Oh, here it is, I found it... But I still need some clothes, do you want to go shopping with me?"

"Let's go together! And while we're at it, we'll buy you your new pajamas, don't wear mine!" Hermione gritted her teeth and dragged Tom out of the house.

After taking only two steps, Hermione hurriedly ran back to change into her wizarding clothes.

In the ordinary world, it would be strange and conspicuous to still be wearing that weird wizard's clothes, like a fool.

Yes, Hermione was referring to Tom now.

After buying underwear and pajamas, Hermione went home, took a shower, and comfortably lay down on Hermione's bed.

Hermione really knows how to enjoy life...

Tom muttered to himself.

Such a comfortable soft bed, plus several books on the bedside table, no wonder this little guy is so curled up every day.

Reading in this bed is the greatest pleasure.

The scent is just too overpowering.

Tom hugged the blanket and took a sniff.

I blanched it, it's 99% done, a rare find, it's really damn good!

Smell it again.

above.

"Bang!" Hermione slammed her fist on the ground, her face flushed as she gritted her teeth and glared at Tom. "What are you doing?!"

Tom pulled his head away and fanned his nose, saying, "It smells awful. Did you spray perfume on the blankets?"

"I didn't spray it; it's just the smell from when I took a shower."

"No wonder there were so many flower petals, milk, and other things I'd never seen before in the bathroom. Do you use these to shower?"

Hermione gave a soft snort and ignored Tom.

What's wrong with using these!

Foolish Tom, don't you know that girls are supposed to smell sweet?

Hermione glanced at Tom while reading and found that the clueless jerk had already fallen asleep.

……

The fallen leaves carry a message.

Okay, it was an owl that brought the message.

At the St. Redia Welfare Home, Misha finished her meal alone and sat idly by the door. Instead of waiting for Tom, she received a letter.

After reading the letter, Misha held the envelope to her chest with a sense of satisfaction.

Tom went to Hermione's house and will come to find him in a while.

Misha was happy at the thought of going out with Tom.

But the shadow was not happy.

The shadow pointed and whispered, "Foolish Hermione, think about it, Tom and your sister Hermione might be in bed together right now. You're no longer Tom's most cherished sister. Someone new has taken your place."

They would go out to dinner together in the evenings, chat about all the interesting things that happened at Hogwarts, and lie on the windowsill together to look at the stars.

Misha's eyes widened and she stood up.

Extreme vigilance.

"No, I feel like you're lying to me." Misha, belatedly realizing the truth, suddenly became quite clever.

"Why would I lie to you?" Shadow shrugged. "What Tom and Hermione do has nothing to do with me; it only affects you."

I just didn't want to see you in so much pain. Sigh, my good intentions were wasted. Oh well, I'm going back to sleep now. You just wait for Tom and Hermione to get engaged and walk down the aisle right after they graduate.

And you, Misha, will always be Tom's sister.

Misha was really worried this time.

She finally understood why she hated her shadow so much.

The shadow is actually her.

In a sense, no one knows you better than your shadow.

"I don't want to hear you talk. I always feel like you're lying to me." Misha covered her ears and squatted in the corner.

“Okay, then let’s stay here, Misha. Life at the orphanage makes you feel safe, doesn’t it? Even after not seeing Tom for so long, you change your impression of him just by him appearing in front of you once, right?”

The annoying shadow whispered in Misha's ear: "Your future self will definitely attend Tom and Hermione's wedding banquet. At the banquet, you will clap your hands loudly and tell the whole world that Tom is your brother, and your brother is getting married today. His bride is Hermione Granger."

Why did this happen? Because today, December 26th, you knew perfectly well that Tom was going to live with Hermione, but you remained in the orphanage, never leaving the premises!

"Fine! I'll go find her, okay?"

Misha glared angrily at Shadow, pocketed some pounds, and left the orphanage.

She remembered Granger's address.

Hermione once sent Tom a letter, and Misha glanced at it and memorized the long string of words.

Sitting on the bus, Misha propped her head up and gazed at the scenery outside the window.

Quietly, Misha glanced at the shadow on the ground; the shadow remained completely still.

Why do I always feel like I've been cheated?

……

"Dinner's ready!" Hermione kicked Tom twice in annoyance.

How could this person be like this? Coming to someone else's house is one thing, but taking up the whole bed by themselves is another.

And... he actually slept so soundly!