Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Incomprehensible, utterly incomprehensible!

Hermione was furious. She had no idea what Tom was thinking. She would never have done something like that!

Just as Hermione's white socks were about to touch Tom, the latter suddenly sprang to his feet, dodging the kick and regaining his senses.

Before my brain could react, my body moved first.

Tom rubbed his temples, realized what was happening, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why...did you make such a big commotion?"

Tom shook his head, took a sip of water, and didn't explain much to Hermione.

If you managed to humiliate Voldemort twice in a row, and even got the same name as Voldemort, you wouldn't be able to sleep well either.

Tom was too sensitive; he was genuinely afraid that one dark and stormy night, Voldemort would come up and take him away with a big bite.

So Tom would wake up at the slightest sound, as he was a light sleeper.

"Let's eat." Hermione put her small handbag behind her back. "Is there any restaurant you'd like to go to? Let's go together."

"Hmm... I don't want steak. Let's go out and look around some more."

Just as the two were about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

"Bang—bang bang bang."

Chapter 76 Alone! Occupy! Soup! M!

Misha was more nervous than ever before.

This was the first time she had taken the initiative to approach Hermione.

Will Hermione kick her out and prevent her from seeing Tom?

The more Misha thought about it, the more chaotic her thoughts became.

Her beautiful long hair seemed to be worried about Misha, as Misha kept curling the ends of her hair with her fingers.

Misha's dark eyes kept looking towards the cat's eyes.

Fortunately, the door opened.

Hermione and Tom, dressed in their finest attire, appeared before her.

Hermione was in front, poised and confident.

Hermione was beautiful without her wizard robes, stunningly beautiful—Hermione wore a plain white robe that didn't look cheap at all, but rather exuded a noble air.

Misha secretly admired him.

Miss Hermione is so beautiful; she'll probably be even more eye-catching when she grows up.

Hermione's robes drooped down to her calves, which were incredibly toned and without an ounce of fat, much to Misha's envy.

Misha had prepared a lot of things to say, but when she actually faced Hermione and Tom, she didn't know how to start.

After stammering for a while, Hermione finally spoke up: "Misha? How did you find your way here? Good heavens, come in quickly, it must be freezing outside, you must be freezing."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Misha quickly waved her hand: "No, it's not that cold. It's like this every winter."

Ignoring Misha's explanation, Hermione ran her hands over Misha's body, stroking the fabric of her clothes, and couldn't help but frown, saying, "This... why is she dressed so thinly? Tom, you should send some money back to the orphanage!"

I've already sent it...

Tom sighed.

It seems that Misha gave the money to other children so they could have a good winter, while for herself... the coat Misha is wearing is from several years ago.

"Misha, have you eaten anything?" Hermione held Misha's small hand, transferring the warmth of her own palm into Misha's.

"I...I ate."

Tom glanced at her, raising an eyebrow: "Let's grab something to eat first, then buy Misha an outfit. By the way, do you need one?"

Hermione asked Tom in confusion, "Me? I don't need any. I have so many clothes, so many that I can't possibly wear them all."

"I didn't ask you."

Tom's gaze fell on the shadow on the ground.

"Yes, I want it!"

The shadow suddenly sprang out of the ground, bypassing Misha and Hermione beside it, and pounced on Tom, firmly hugging his neck and hanging on him.

at last!

I finally saw Tom!

Shadow's lips couldn't help but curl upwards.

All my hard work in persuading Misha for so long was worth it; that idiot almost gave up.

"Tom, I've learned several spells already, look at me."

After a brief, affectionate moment with Tom, the shadow landed on the ground and spread its arms.

Outwardly, Shadow and Misha are no different, except that Shadow's skin is darker, as if she has been sunbathing, and has a healthy wheat color.

If Muggles saw this, they would only say that the twins look exactly alike, and would not associate it with mysterious magic at all.

"Tom, look, the fluorescent light is flashing!"

"Flames are raging!"

"Softening Spell!"

One spell after another, the shadow demonstrating its wandless spellcasting.

She is different from Misha.

Misha was the kind of good girl who would watch other children eat candy bite by bite, swallowing her own saliva without ever saying a word to cause trouble for Tom.

In contrast, the shadow does not hide what it wants in its heart.

—Because even if Misha doesn't speak, Tom can see the desire in her heart, but if Shadow doesn't speak, then no one knows what she wants.

Only the crying child gets candy.

"Not bad, not bad." Tom rubbed Shadow's head.

“I’ve also chosen a name for myself, it will be Isabel, and the surname will be… Riddle.”

Misha and Hermione both immediately became alert.

"Misha, that child is..."

“My magic.” Misha bit her lip. “It’s okay to see her as…as my sister.”

Misha originally wanted to say that she could be seen as another version of herself.

But when I thought that it might ruin my reputation, I decided against it.

Shameless!

You even named yourself Riddle! You might as well just call yourself Mrs. Riddle!

While sulking, Misha saw the shadow give her a provocative look.

Despicable! Shameless! Bastard!

"Ahem." Hermione coughed. "Anyway, can I take that as two Mishas?"

“No.” Shadow patted his chest. “From now on, I am Isabel, and I am not the same person as that idiot Misha. Although I have similar memories to her, we are not the same person.”

—After all, I know about her affairs, but she knows nothing about mine.

"Anyway, let's eat first."

An hour later, the four of them walked out of the restaurant, and Hermione finally noticed something was wrong.

Shadow was sticking way too close to Tom!

She clung to Tom like an octopus, and even needed him to feed her.

Is this right? No, it's not!

Tom's two seats, one on his left and one on his right, were already occupied by Misha and Shadow, leaving no room for Hermione.

Gritting her teeth, Hermione was genuinely jealous.

"Tom, there are still some parts of magic I haven't mastered. Can you teach me?"

“Okay.” Tom certainly wouldn’t refuse.

In Tom's eyes, whether it's Shadow or Misha, they are both his sisters, so why should he refuse them?

In addition, Tom had already planned to take the two Mishas on a shortcut during this holiday, and their willingness to work hard suited him perfectly.

"But before that, we need to go somewhere else."

Diagon Alley, Gringotts.

Tom took out a large sum of Galleons.

371 Gallon.

This amount of money shocked Hermione.

Misha and Shadow didn't know how many Galleons 371 were, so Hermione had to explain it to them.

When they learned that these gallons were equivalent to more than 1600 pounds, the two were stunned.

Is that much?

"Tom, are you robbing a bank? We can't do that," Misha asked nervously.

“Yes,” Shadow chimed in. “Let’s hurry up and expose Misha, pin the blame on her, and she’ll be happy to go to jail for you.”

“Why can’t you go? You can easily get out of jail anyway!” Misha argued, her face flushed.

That bastard Shadow must want to have Tom all to himself!

I can't let her be so lucky!

“After becoming a wizard, money won’t be a big problem. Anything that can be solved with money is a minor issue.” Tom’s lips suddenly curled upwards. “By the way, do you guys want to… earn 1000 Galleons a month?”