Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

“No, that’s not it.” Hermione didn’t really want to discourage Ginny. “The guy who saved me that day was a bastard named Tom Riddle.”

You may not know him now, but you'll definitely hear his name once you enter Hogwarts.

In terms of fame, Tom was undoubtedly the most famous among the students.

“Tom Riddle?” Ginny repeated the name to herself several times.

I've never heard of it.

"What kind of person is Riddle?" Ginny asked, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"A bastard, a complete bastard. If you ever meet Tom, whatever you do, don't talk to him, not even a single word. Just turn around and leave as soon as you see him."

He… I don’t know how to describe him, but in my heart, he’s not even as good as a toad in the sewer!

Hermione gritted her teeth and spoke fiercely, leaving Ginny momentarily speechless.

She really wanted to ask Hermione something.

Since you hate Riddle so much, then...

Why call him by his name directly?

Thinking this to herself, Ginny said aloud, "Okay, I understand."

"Let me tell you, Tom is always putting on an act. He gets along well with every professor, but! He has a unique face for every professor!"

For example, when facing Professor Sprout…

Hermione seemed to have flipped a switch, and started chattering away nonstop.

Ginny was listening nearby.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour...

An hour has passed!

Ginny made up her mind.

It's clear that Hermione really likes that guy named Tom.

Otherwise, how could he possibly talk for an hour straight without repeating himself?

“Hermione,” Ginny couldn’t help but interrupt Hermione’s continued narration to Tom, “Do you have any dreams after you become a wizard?”

"Dreams? I do... I want to become a powerful wizard, and then, surpass Tom! I want to beat him to a pulp!"

Chapter 82 Two People on the United Front (4k)

Hogwarts.

greenhouse.

Professor Sprout brought Misha into the greenhouse.

Misha looked around curiously.

She and Tom had been to flower shops in London, but she had never seen anything like this before…

Misha was at a loss for words.

This was unlike any flower shop she had ever seen before.

The flowers here are always so lush, some even blooming delicately in this small greenhouse, even though it's not winter.

"Professor...Professor Sprout, may I address you as such?"

"Of course, I'd be happy to call you Professor Sprout or Professor Pomona, if you prefer." Professor Sprout smiled. "Here, you can study, live, and do whatever you want."

Professor Sprout found a chair and sat down, resting her head on her hands, looking at the newcomer to the greenhouse with great interest.

—This is one of Professor Sprout's great pleasures.

She could tell that Miss Misha really loved flowers; the joy in her eyes was undeniable.

"Misha, do you like it here?"

“Of course!” Misha exclaimed joyfully, clenching her hands and her eyes sparkling. “When I was in the orphanage, Tom and I often went to the flower shops around here. We… My dream is to open a flower shop.”

If possible, I'd like Tom to help me run the flower shop.

Life at our orphanage wasn't as good as it is now. Tom and I had to go out and sell flowers to make ends meet and bring everyone a little dessert after meals.

Misha recalled that time.

Back then, Tom wasn't a wizard yet, nor was he as busy as he is now.

He always had plenty of time, and on weekend nights he could fall asleep listening to Tom tell stories by his bedside.

Misha's favorite story is still the one about a monkey leading a monk on a journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

“Tom…” Professor Sprout silently repeated Tom’s name.

She only knew that Tom had a very difficult childhood, but she never imagined that he had also sold flowers.

What a lovely child.

"Hmm... there are many open spaces here, you can plant your own favorite flowers."

"Really? Thank you so much, Professor Sprout!"

Professor Sprout waved his hand: "I used to love flowers too, which is why I became the Herbology professor after entering Hogwarts."

This greenhouse is my most treasured possession. Here, any flower can bloom; there's no need to wait for its season. I hope you can create wonderful memories here.

Professor Sprout picked up a few books from the bookshelf: "If you have time, you can also take a look at these books; they contain a lot of knowledge about herbs."

Misha took the bait. She quickly walked to Professor Sprout's side, picked out a few textbooks that interested her, and placed them on the table.

"Professor, is this mandrake...alive?"

Misha couldn't help but open her mouth wide.

"Of course it's alive. Both animals and plants have their own lives, and mandrake is no exception. However, if you want to learn everything about mandrake, you must be very careful, otherwise you may be harmed by it. It is a very scary thing in the eyes of ordinary wizards."

You must wear earmuffs when picking mandrakes, otherwise the piercing sound might make you faint.

Professor Sprout poured Misha a cup of hot jasmine orange tea.

Misha held the teacup in her hands, rubbing it gently, before finally asking Professor Sprout her second question.

Over time, Misha thoroughly understood the things she couldn't comprehend in the book.

Professor Sprout didn't show much expression on his face, but he was slightly surprised.

—She had never seen a child with such high comprehension.

Misha's every move exceeded Professor Sprout's expectations.

For most people, herbal medicine lessons are dry and boring; some children even doze off during her classes, which infuriates her.

Of course, Tom isn't in that industry.

Professor Sprout still remembers that day when Tom was sick and he had clearly told Tom that he could take a day off and didn't need to come to the herbalism class the next day.

But Tom still managed to get out of bed!

That day, Professor Sprout sensed the child's interest in the herbalism class.

Time flies.

The two in the greenhouse would ask and answer each other, and whenever Misha's teacup was empty, Professor Sprout would immediately bring her a pot of hot tea to refill it.

It was afternoon.

Misha rubbed her eyes and blinked hard.

I'm a little hungry.

"Want something to eat? Kid, come with me. The dining halls at Hogwarts are open to you at all times, but you must be back in your dorm before curfew. Hmm... you can stay here if you don't mind this old man."

"Professor Sprout, you are so young and beautiful! You are the most beautiful professor I have ever seen!"

Misha wasn't lying.

Because she had only ever met one female professor, Professor Sprout.

Sensing the sincerity in the other person's words, Professor Sprout touched his face again, feeling incredibly happy.

As expected of Tom's sister, her words are always delightful.

It's normal for a brother like Tom to have an obedient and sensible sister.

Professor Sprout coughed and said, "Little one, if you need anything, just tell me. I'll take you to the cafeteria now."

……

canteen.

Perhaps because it was a holiday, there were very few people in the cafeteria.

Apart from a few students who stayed at school, there were hardly any people to be seen.

Misha sat with Professor Sprout, and looking at her plate, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Professor, how much... do I need to pay?"

"It's free. Everything in Hogwarts is free."

philanthropist!

A great philanthropist!

Misha silently thanked Headmaster Dumbledore in her heart.

Only a kind-hearted man could do such a thing.

Those bloodsucking capitalists in London are eager to drive up all prices. The factory owners are even more despicable; they would rather dump unsold milk than distribute it to their orphanage, even though so many children there have never drunk milk before.

Misha was very well-mannered; she didn't waste a single bit of food and ate it all.

After finishing dinner, Misha let out a quiet burp. Realizing her lapse in composure, she covered her mouth, her ears turning slightly red.

"Professor, I don't think I see Tom."

"Tom... that Professor Snape... um, the fat, bat-like professor, he's very strict with Tom, you can't see them at this time."

Professor Fat Bat is awful; he only lets Tom and Isabel have dinner at night, which is almost curfew.