Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Was I wrong to say he took a risk?"

"Yes! You should encourage him and support him, instead of just complaining and blaming Tom!"

Snape, you're a terrible godfather!

Snape: "..."

Tom coughed twice: "Professors, I'm fine..."

"Oh my god, Tom, why are you coughing? I'll take you to the infirmary right away. You need a full check-up."

"No, I just wanted to break the ice..."

“You absolutely must go to the infirmary for a checkup, Mr. Hagrid. Please pick Tom up, and we’ll take him there.”

Hagrid's burly body swept Tom into his arms. For Hagrid, carrying Tom in a princess carry was effortless and easy.

"Thank you, little Tom." Hagrid's eyes welled up with tears.

……

The Weasley family.

Disobedient children are always thinking about other things; they haven't fallen asleep yet.

Hermione Granger, a young Gryffindor wizard.

She still hasn't fallen asleep, or rather, Hermione can't sleep.

From the very beginning, she had a bad feeling.

Hermione stood by the window, looking outside. This night always gave her a sense of unease.

A fiery red bird flapped its wings and slowly flew toward Hermione.

A letter was tied to the phoenix's claws.

Phoenix?

Using a phoenix to deliver a message?

Hermione immediately guessed the identity of the messenger.

Although Dumbledore has such a phoenix, he would never use something as eye-catching as a phoenix to deliver a message; there is only one person who would do such a thing.

Sure enough, Hermione opened the letter and went straight to the end.

Tom Riddle.

Before Hermione could finish delivering the letter, Molly Weasley downstairs jumped up excitedly, hugged her husband, and kissed him several times on the cheek.

Hermione put away the envelope and hurried downstairs.

"Ms. Molly, what happened? You seem to be having a good time."

"The mysterious man has been defeated, child!"

Molly excitedly recounted the results: "For the first time in so many years, someone has truly defeated the mysterious man head-on. The future of us wizards will become even brighter."

"My child, we must prepare a big meal tomorrow to celebrate!"

Voldemort has been defeated?

Hermione reached into the envelope in her pocket.

Could it be... him?

Chapter 89 He should go to Slytherin or Azkaban! (4k)

Hermione, what's wrong?

Hermione snapped out of her daze and, when asked by Ms. Molly, shook her head: "No, I'm fine, I... I'm going to the bathroom."

After leaving hastily, Hermione went into the bathroom and opened the envelope Tom had sent.

[My crybaby Hermione:]

Hello, I am Tom Riddle, a tall, strong, handsome, and talented young man.

I wonder how your time at the Weasleys' house went; I hope you didn't cause them any trouble.

Everything is fine at Hogwarts. I accidentally did something that seems pretty impressive, but don't worry about me, I'm perfectly healthy. I hope you have a great time there.

I wonder if you've met Ron's sister. She must be a very cute child.

Yours sincerely, Tom Riddle.

The letter was automatically simplified in Hermione's eyes.

Hermione: blah blah blah... I did something amazing, praise me, blah blah blah...

Hermione sighed and put the envelope away.

Fox remained on the rooftop, the phoenix preening its feathers with its sharp beak, seemingly waiting for Hermione's reply.

But Hermione hesitated.

How should I reply to this letter?

Praise him?

No, no, no, someone like Tom would become very proud if you praised him.

I really can't stand his arrogant face.

Hermione pouted.

However, Tom did defeat Voldemort after all, so he should be rewarded.

Hermione began replying.

【My dearest Tom baby…】

Suddenly, Hermione blushed and crumpled the letter in her hand into a ball, then threw it away.

What am I writing?!

It's all Tom's fault; he always writes words that are easy to misunderstand.

He deserves a good scolding!

Proud Tom:

I hope you know...

Hermione reverted to her true nature and began pointing and gesturing at Tom.

After writing down Tom's pride, she began thinking about Tom's next flaw.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...

Half an hour passed, and Hermione was still holding her pen, thinking about Tom's next flaw.

How come this kid has no flaws?!

Moreover, Tom didn't seem to have done anything particularly bad, so much so that Hermione had no idea how to mock Tom in her letter.

hateful.

Shrinking back, Hermione could only praise him—there was no other way.

She had tried her best to think of Tom's shortcomings, but she really couldn't think of any.

After handing the letter to Fawkes, Hermione stood upstairs, gazing at Fawkes's departing figure.

I don't know if Tom was injured.

Now that Tom has defeated Voldemort, can we go back to school?

……

Hogwarts.

Professor Sprout stayed by Tom's bedside.

Professor Sprout decided to stay up all night to ensure Tom's safety, no matter what.

Tom was very embarrassed. He repeatedly asked Professor Sprout to go back and rest, but the professor refused him firmly.

The atmosphere was broken only when an old man with a white beard arrived.

Professor Dumbledore asked Sprout to leave and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He picked up an apple from the bedside table, peeled it, and handed it to Tom.

Neither of them spoke first; only the sound of Tom chewing on an apple echoed throughout the infirmary.

After finishing one, Dumbledore was the first to speak.

"Tom, this incident must have left a shadow in your heart."

Tom shook his head: "No, shouldn't it be the mysterious man who left a shadow? I beat him up with the Sword in the Stone... uh, no, I should say the Gryffindor sword, and I even called myself Merlin. That guy should be hiding somewhere crying right now, and he definitely won't dare to show his face in front of us for a while."

Dumbledore: "..."

It seems that's true.

He carefully observed Tom's face, trying to see any fear in the little guy, but unfortunately, Tom showed no fear whatsoever, only a calm expression.

"Professor, will Hogwarts start school right after Christmas? Those kids will definitely feel very disappointed that their holiday has been shortened. It will probably disrupt their plans."

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the chair and nodded slightly. "I've been thinking about that too. Should we start school or not? Actually, I'd prefer to start the holidays earlier."

"Have a holiday?"

"Yes, you will be in second grade when school starts next time."

Dumbledore looked up at the ceiling: "A lot has happened at Hogwarts, for example... we are short a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and many professors and children need rest. The appearance of the mysterious man has affected you the most, and you are still lying in a hospital bed now."

Tom: "...Professor, you know, there's nothing wrong with my body, I can leave without any problems."

“Um… I’m sorry, I didn’t know your condition. Since Professor Sprout said you need to rest, you should rest here.” As he spoke, a sly smile appeared on Dumbledore’s face.

Having finally found a chance to quiet Tom down, he certainly wouldn't let it go.

"Tom, do you think Hogwarts should have a holiday?" Dumbledore suddenly asked a very philosophical question. "Or rather, if I gave you a holiday, what would you do with it?"