Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Fox's sharp claws flew past his head, nearly tearing Voldemort's scalp.

"How could you have a phoenix?!"

In the world of wizards, the phoenix is ​​a wondrous and magical creature.

He represents the identity of the master.

Only truly noble and powerful wizards can keep a phoenix as a pet.

There is another possibility—the Dumbledore family.

Members of the Dumbledore family are able to use phoenixes; for example, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, kept one.

From how Tom addressed him, we can tell that this phoenix is ​​Dumbledore's.

So, who is the other party...?

Voldemort bit his lip, secretly speculating in his mind.

Dumbledore's grandson?

Or something else. I've heard that Dumbledore has relatives, but he hasn't seen them in a long time.

"Who are you to Dumbledore?"

"Guess."

Tom took off his enormous wizard hood.

Underneath the hood... there was another hat.

The hat was very large and wide, and it didn't seem to be meant to be worn.

The hat suddenly opened its eyes and moved its mouth: "Hmm, what a rare sight. Little one, you did a great job and saved Harry."

So, you know what you should do next, right?

The Sorting Hat thought to itself, "This little Tom is really capable."

Which first-year student could do that?!

He was the only one!

Now, all we need to do is escape with Harry.

The other professors are on their way. As long as Tom gets Harry away, tonight will be their complete victory!

Tom nodded slightly: "Of course I know, sir."

He took the Sorting Hat off his head and put the hood of his wizard's robe back on to cover his face, making sure that Voldemort could not see his face throughout the entire process.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Perform a magic trick, gentlemen, don't panic, calm down..."

Tom reached his hand inside the Sorting Hat.

"Little guy, don't touch my waist, I'm ticklish!" The Sorting Hat couldn't help but laugh, even though he was very nervous.

But he really can't stand the itching!

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Master Merlin's magic show. Question for you, Mr. Voldemort: do you know the difference between magic and sorcery?"

"I don't care about the differences, Avada Kedavra!!!"

Voldemort's last shout was a furious roar.

He was furious like never before, and Voldemort felt as if Tom was mocking him.

This person... has been mocking himself from the very beginning, from the moment he appeared!

He didn't consider himself an opponent at all.

Damn it, I'll make you pay with your life!

He even taught me how to be the Dark Lord.

Am I Voldemort or are you Voldemort?

Do I need you to teach me?

The next moment, he saw Tom pull something out of his hat.

A flash of cold light, and his Avada Kedavra curse was cleaved in two by a sharp blade.

Tom placed the Sorting Hat aside, and a knight's longsword appeared in his hand.

"Hey, the hero of Gryffindor makes his grand entrance, Voldemort, have you seen this sword before?"

"What is that?" Voldemort exclaimed in astonishment.

A sword? A precious sword, that actually shattered my Avada Kedavra curse?

Moreover, it seemed effortless, as if even his own killing curse was afraid of this sword.

What is this...?

“The Gryffindor sword, have you ever heard of it?” Tom patted the longsword in his hand. “This sword was forged by Merlin himself; it’s a true divine weapon.”

Furthermore, this sword can destroy Horcruxes, meaning that as long as you possess this sword, your Horcruxes will be destroyed sooner or later. You don't need a savior like Harry; anyone can be a savior.

However, not everyone can pull out this sword. Do you know the Sword in the Stone, Voldemort?

The Sorting Hat was getting impatient; he writhed on the ground, trying to move as far behind Tom as possible.

This little guy... how can he be such a braggart!

The sword Gryffindor was not forged by Merlin, but by Godric Gryffindor, the hero, who bought it from a goblin during his lifetime and eventually placed it inside his own body.

The Sword in the Stone is utter nonsense!

But... how was Tom able to pull the Gryffindor sword out of his own body?

The Sorting Hat paused for a moment in confusion.

The sword of Gryffindor can only be pulled out by a true Gryffindor.

This Gryffindor does not refer to joining Gryffindor College.

Rather, they were people who embodied the best qualities of Gryffindor.

It seems I was wrong to judge Tom; he shouldn't have gone to Ravenclaw, but rather Gryffindor.

While the Sorting Hat was still thinking about these things, Tom had already raised his sword and jumped high into the air.

"Open Sesame, Mr. Voldemort!"

Tom slashed at Voldemort with a cold light in his hand, a carefree smile on his face.

"Shh-"

The blade sliced ​​through Voldemort's robes, instantly tearing a large gash in the sturdy wizard's robes. Professor Quirrell quickly maneuvered himself backward.

"Don't back down!"

"Master, if, if we are really hit by that sword, we will die."

He... he really does seem to be Merlin, the sword in the stone.

Voldemort scoffed, "Merlin? Merlin is long dead! How could that damned Merlin possibly be in a place like this, playing the role of a brat!"

He's a fake. The sword in the stone in mythology could split mountains and sever rivers. What he has is definitely not the sword in the stone; it's just an ordinary sword with a few magical properties, probably something created by bored elves.

A bunch of foolish elves, actually doing this.

Voldemort gritted his teeth and vowed that once he was resurrected in the future, he would completely annihilate the Elven race, leaving not a single one alive!

"Whether it's true or not, try it with your body." Tom beckoned with his finger and slung the Gryffindor sword over his shoulder.

"Again!"

Avada Kedavra!

Tom, wielding his sword with both hands, cleaved through the magic in front of him, his steps unwavering as he thrust straight at Voldemort's body.

As the sword pierced his body, Quirrell felt a chill run through his chest, and a raging magical aura surged within him.

“No, no, no!!!”

He hurriedly backed away.

But Tom wouldn't give them that chance to escape. Instead, he continued to swing his sword, slashing at Quirrell again and again.

Until several professors arrived late.

When they arrived, Tom was covered in blood.

That jet-black wizard's robe has now been stained red.

A roar echoed from the secret chamber, and Voldemort's soul floated into the sky, passing through the thick stone walls and soaring high into the air, disappearing from their sight.

"What...what happened?" Professor McGonagall couldn't believe her eyes. She covered her mouth and quickly walked to Tom's side. "Tell us what happened."

But before Tom could even speak, Sprout had already pounced on him and hugged him tightly.

"Oh my god, child, child, are you alright?" She anxiously checked Tom's body from head to toe.

No, there are no wounds, Merlin bless.

“Child, thank goodness you’re alright.” Professor Sprout kissed Tom on the forehead. “Minerva, we should let him rest now.”

He's exhausted today; we can talk about those things tomorrow. We're not in a hurry! Besides, Harry's still awake. You can take him out to ask. I need to check if this brave little guy has been cursed by that wretched Voldemort."

Professor McGonagall seemed to realize her mistake; she had been too hasty. After nodding, she led Harry out of the Chamber of Secrets.

"boom--!"

Professor Snape slammed the door open, ignoring Professor McGonagall and Harry walking past him, and stormed straight toward Tom.

Snape breathed a long sigh of relief after seeing that Tom was alright.

"You're taking too much of a risk." For the first time, Snape's words weren't barbed, but rather reassuring.

But Professor Sprout couldn't accept this statement. She glared at Snape and gritted her teeth as she said, "Snape, if you can't speak properly, you don't have to!"

Tom clearly saved Hogwarts.

If you were to face Voldemort, could you be as brave as him?