Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

The blond man waved his hand: "Since he's your student, he'll definitely be on your side and won't tell me about this."

And... there's his scent in your room; this guy's been living here for a long time, hasn't he?

“Tom Riddle, let me formally introduce you.” The blond man stood up, removed his hat, and pressed it to his chest, giving Tom a noble wizard's bow. “I cannot tell you my name; we people cannot reveal our names to others. But you can call me…”

memory."

memory?

Tom frowned.

What kind of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) teenager is this?

The witch waved her hand and yawned: "None of us can reveal our names. Of course, if you guess our names, that's fine."

But... we must never say it out loud, or we will lose something.

As I told you before, we old folks always have some little privileges.

For example, I possess the privilege of life and death, and I have also researched the concept of life and death in a single thought.

This guy possesses the privilege of memory; the complete forgetting you know about was created by his descendants.

The blond man nodded: "My stupid kids can't learn my magic, so they have to settle for second best. What a bunch of useless trash."

I wasn't as lucky as Death; someone actually learned how to take her life or death in an instant.

I remember that the phrase "a single thought leading to death" later evolved into "Avada Kedavra" in the mouths of those who followed.

Tom nodded.

"You know this person?" The blond man pointed to the white-haired old man next to him.

The old man had a kind smile on his face, and Tom looked at him and felt his kindness and friendliness.

But that sense of familiarity...

The blond man said he knew him...

Tom searched his memory thoroughly but couldn't recall where he had seen him before.

Hogwarts?

Hogwarts...does it have such an old man?

Suddenly, Tom opened his mouth wide: "You...you are...Ravenclaw?"

Rowena Ravenclaw!

The old woman nodded. Her face was more wrinkled than Professor McGonagall's, suggesting that she didn't pay much attention to taking care of herself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, little Tom."

I never imagined Ravenclaw could produce such an outstanding child as you. I'm very pleased.

Another legendary figure.

Tom sighed inwardly.

"Although Ravenclaw has had some minor notable figures over the years, none have ever appeared like you."

Ravenclaw gave Tom a meaningful look.

"You're talented, kind-hearted, and incredibly lucky. At least, not every talented person can find this place. You're very fortunate."

Tom, would you be willing to study under that master for a while? I can't guarantee much, but in just a short time, your magical abilities will definitely improve significantly.

Ravenclaw pointed to the blond man not far away.

The blond man also puffed out his chest.

Since Ravenclaw had spoken up for him, he certainly couldn't back down: "I will teach you the most powerful memory magic in the entire history of magic. My magic is not just about forgetting everything."

Not only can it make people lose their memories, but it can also allow you to modify other people's memories, and even... if you want, the entire Hogwarts, no, the entire Ministry of Magic, could appoint you as Minister of Magic tomorrow.

This is the power of memory magic.

Although he couldn't directly decide someone's life or death like a single thought, his intimidating power and the fear he instilled were in no way inferior.

Tom paused, noticing a gaze fixed on him.

The witch rested her chin on her hands, looking at Tom with a smile.

Her left eye remained tightly closed as always, while her right eye was narrowed into a slit, and her smile carried a hint of kindness.

“I’m sorry… senior, I’m already with Teacher.” Tom bowed. “To be honest, I’ve been proposing to Teacher, but she hasn’t said yes yet.”

Witch: "?"

She opened her eyes and looked at Tom with a puzzled expression.

Is my student... a little too shameless?

In front of so many people!

Ravenclaw and the blond man were also somewhat speechless.

He even proposed...

Does this guy even know how old that old man is?

At that age, she could be Tom's great-great-grandmother, if not Tom's grandmother!

“These students nowadays are really…” Ravenclaw chuckled awkwardly, “They’re quite the talkers. Back when I was still around, nobody dared to have such thoughts.”

And... well... heroes emerge from among the young.

In Ravenclaw's eyes, Tom seems to be the only one who would dare to say such things to Death.

Not everyone is as daring as Tom.

Living with a deity, or even marrying one, is enough to give many people a headache.

Look at Merlin and Arthur, who are also in the realm of death. The two of them are like ghosts when they see this Grim Reaper. Only Tom dares to joke with her.

"Ravenclaw, I have a question for you."

Besides you, have all the others... become the same kind of beings as you?

I'm talking about Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and the others.

Ravenclaw shook his head: "Only me."

Gryffindor and Slytherin once had the opportunity. Gryffindor, like me, originally wanted to become this man's servant, but he refused.

Hufflepuff never had the chance to become a believer.

As for Slytherin… perhaps it would be better to ask your teacher.”

Tom's gaze fell on the witch who was sitting to the side watching the show.

The witch raised an eyebrow when they mentioned her: "Slytherin? That name sounds familiar... Oh, I remember now, he's that boy who wanted to become my follower, isn't he?"

The witch tapped her head, desperately trying to remember: "I can't remember how many years ago it was, but a long time has passed."

Then… I refused.

Tom: "?"

What super omission?

"Teacher, isn't Slytherin also a very good wizard? Why are you rejecting him?"

"His intentions were impure."

The witch crossed her legs and patted her head: "Something's wrong with him here."

Tom, you should know that if you become my follower, your future will likely be to sit in my current position and become the new God of Death.

By then, how many people can guarantee that they will not abuse such great power?

Only one type of person can achieve this.

Tom chimed in, "A kind-hearted person?"

"Kindness?" The witch chuckled. "It has nothing to do with kindness. Kindness is the cheapest thing."

Many people may be able to remain kind at the beginning, but after thousands or tens of thousands of years, who dares to guarantee that they will continue to remain kind?

Therefore, the only people who can truly refrain from abusing power are... lazy people.

Tom's lips twitched suddenly.

At the same time, not only Tom, but also the blond man's lips twitched.

Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?

If I hadn't spent a large portion of my time sleeping all these years, do you think I could have wielded this power so well?

Old man, I'm not like you. You can leave your memory realm anytime to go out and play, but can I?

Every day, countless wizards die and are trapped in a cycle of reincarnation. If I don't address these issues, do you know what chaos the wizarding world would descend into?

"It's not like you actually handled it!" the blond man said. "Didn't you just hand those things over to Arthur and Merlin?"

In other words, you've found two suitable followers. Most people would have given up long ago!

The witch shrugged: "Luck is also part of strength, and I put a lot of effort into choosing these people. Do you think I chose them randomly?"

I chose them because I foresaw this day would come and the monotonous life that would follow.

"Bullshit!"

It's because Merlin found the stone tablet you left behind. Of all the gods, you're the only one who uses dragon script. Merlin seized on that. You know he won't give up once he encounters something he doesn't know, so he's been studying your damn dragon script ever since!

"And the reason Arthur is with you is because her teacher Merlin is involved!"

Tom: "..."

He really couldn't interrupt at a time like this.

"Mind your own business. In short, I just like Tom's personality. If he becomes the Grim Reaper in the future, he will definitely be as lazy as me!"

Look how diligent Tom was when he first entered Hogwarts.

Also, how diligent Tom was when he first met Longwen, wishing he could split a 24-hour day into 48 hours to use, but what about now?

He suffered when he was weak, so of course he can't possibly suffer now. On this point, Tom and I are in agreement!