Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Even when Mysterio was still at Hogwarts, he wasn't this dazzling, but now a first-year student has achieved it. He's famous, and many people know he's a genius, handsome, and gentle.

She also had an extremely beautiful dance partner.

But it seems no one knows his exact strength. Many believe his 'genius' is only for first-year students, but you should know Tom's current abilities.

Dumbledore looked into Snape's eyes and asked, "Severus, tell me, if you and Tom were to compete in the Shadowstep Charm and Occlumency, who would win?"

Snape didn't answer; he couldn't answer.

Even he himself didn't know about this!

Yes, Tom's development has exceeded his expectations.

"If it weren't for his kindness, I would really worry that he might become the second Dark Lord."

I believe him, though not a lot, but... it's my choice. I've been thinking about it for the past two days, maybe we should just break up. There's no need for you to go that far."

Snape gritted his teeth and asked, "You mean you want me to come back? But do you know how much I've sacrificed! Albus, only you know what I've been through all these years!"

"It's too painful for you."

Snape grabbed Dumbledore by the collar: "Pain?"

That day, seeing Lily's corpse was the most painful thing for me!

I don't want a second person to die in front of me. Mysterio is unkillable. I can't kill him, you can't kill him, and Tom can't kill him either. He has enough time and enough chances to be reborn. Even if he didn't get the Philosopher's Stone, Voldemort must have other ways!

All I can do is stay hidden close to the mysterious man.

Until... he is completely dead, or I am completely dead.

Snape's words were powerful and resonant. Since ten years ago, this seed had been hidden in his heart, sprouting and growing into a great tree!

Snape felt he would never be kind to anyone again.

Until that foolish guy appeared in front of him.

Snape would never forget the day Dumbledore arrived at his dormitory with a grinning boy, hoping he would take in the seemingly foolish fellow.

He's clearly just an idiot, even dumber than a troll!

But this foolish fellow brought himself dinner every day, so much so that by the time Snape realized it, Tom seemed to have already taken root next to him.

"Forget it, Severus, come back. We'll find another way."

Prophecies are always wrong; perhaps this time they will be the last.

"No! Impossible!" Snape said through gritted teeth, each word distinct. "Absolutely impossible!"

"Then you should tell Tom who you are, if you don't want to leave a bad impression on him in the future."

“I don’t care,” Snape said coldly.

This time, Dumbledore didn't answer Snape, but instead stared into his eyes.

Doesn't matter?

No one would be indifferent, not even Snape.

Some things, once done, are significant.

“Severus, I have something to tell you. The professors are moving very slowly. If they had been allowed to reach the Chamber of Secrets, Harry might already be dead at the hands of the Man of Darkness.”

"Then why don't you go find the Mystic instead of me! At worst, they'll find out I'm that annoying Death Eater!"

"Because I arranged for someone else to go. I asked him to bring the Sorting Hat and Fawkes. That little guy loves my Fawkes the most, doesn't he? He'll be very happy."

Snape's pupils slowly widened. His Occlumency was now completely gone, and the defenses of his mind were shattered.

Who else could it be that Dumbledore is talking about?

Who else could it be but that stupid guy!

"Albus, if he dies, I... I will never forgive you! You shouldn't do this, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, you can't do this!!!"

Snape didn't continue arguing with Dumbledore. He tore off his black robe and ran towards the Chamber of Secrets, far outpacing the other professors.

Tom!

……

"Fox, you're so beautiful, let me touch your feathers... Why are you rejecting me! Do I look like a bad guy?"

Damn, how come this phoenix is ​​so powerful? Even my title as a magical creature helper didn't work.

Tom silently cursed in his heart.

He plans to get himself a phoenix in the future.

So cool!

Imagine if one day in the future everyone else uses owls to deliver messages, while you use a phoenix...

How handsome!

Senior Zhang Qiu will definitely beg me; she must really want to play with my bird.

Hehehe...

Tom was still daydreaming when suddenly he stopped, looked ahead, and his eyes turned sharp.

Harry Potter lay on the ground, curled up tightly, his whole body aching.

Voldemort stood coldly before Harry.

He held his wand in his hand and silently turned around.

Tom turned around at that moment and pulled up the hood of his white wizard robe.

"Hi, long time no see, Mysterious Man."

Voldemort's pupils suddenly widened.

This is the person who possessed Hermione's body...

What does he really look like?

"who are you?"

"Who am I? You can call me... Merlin." Tom's lips curled slightly.

Chapter 88, could it be Tom? (4k)

As it turns out, even the most evil Dark Lord fears God.

When Voldemort and Quirrell heard the name Merlin, a visible look of fear flashed across their faces.

But when they think about Tom's age now—even though they can't see Tom's face, they can hear Tom's voice.

That tender, youthful voice could never have been Merlin's.

If Merlin were still alive now, he would be half-buried... or perhaps even older.

In short, it couldn't possibly be a child's voice.

"Merlin?" Voldemort's lips curled into a smile after he realized the other's identity was fake.

"Even if Merlin really came today, I would send him back to the underworld!"

Mr. Voldemort is truly unscrupulous.

Tom sighed inwardly.

If the person who came was really Merlin, Voldemort would have already knelt down and begged for mercy by now.

Do you really think Merlin is some little guy who can be bullied by anyone?

Voldemort's reputation is indeed terrifying, but if he really encountered a wizard of Merlin's caliber...

I'll stand here and let you hit me.

"Hey kid, what's your name? Why are you wearing a hood to hide your identity?"

Tom chuckled dryly twice: "Actually, I'm your father, Voldemort. You don't think you're invincible, do you? To be honest, I'm not afraid of you being resurrected at all, even if you get the Philosopher's Stone, it won't help."

Tom shrugged: "You only have the strength of the Dark Lord, but you lack a strong heart."

Being wary of everyone means being afraid of everyone.

A true Dark Lord should not possess the emotion of fear.

Tom swung his wand at the Dark Lord in front of him.

The Dark Lord seemed to be forcibly suppressing his inner fear.

In any case, Professor Quirrell's face had turned pale, and his lips were still trembling.

Tom sighed inwardly; he didn't understand why these two were so afraid of him...

You two look like the monsters more than anyone else.

Who in their right mind would have two faces on one head, one of which doesn't even have a nose?

You should apply to haunted houses; with those faces, you'd definitely be the employee of the year.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Voldemort raised his wand.

"Bang--!!!"

When the two clashed, Tom did not back down, and Voldemort did not gain the upper hand.

He felt that Tom in front of him was like an unkillable cockroach.

Each time, his magic always fell just short; no matter how much magic he used, he was always just a hair's breadth away from defeating Tom.

But that one trace of fear made Tom's face show no sign of apprehension.

"Lie—!"

Fox hovered above the ceiling, aiming to bite at Voldemort.

"Phoenix?" Voldemort was startled, suddenly realizing Tom's identity.

“Bite him to death, Fox.”

Voldemort quickly stopped casting his spell and hurriedly lay down on the ground.