Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Half an hour later, several grilled fish were placed on the table. Tom called Arthur and the witch, and even tried to call Merlin, but Merlin didn't seem interested in the food and didn't come.

Just as Tom and his friends were about to start eating, the blond man appeared in the Death Realm.

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he watched the group of people eating heartily.

What is that bastard Tom doing?

The blond man couldn't believe his eyes. Did Tom even know how precious these fish were? Some fish, if used as ingredients in potions, could even boost a person's magical power to an unparalleled level for a short period of time.

At the very least, it can help Tom reduce his study time by 10 years.

However, this guy actually used it to cook a meal.

If this isn't a waste of resources, what is?

The blond man's fist immediately hardened; he couldn't wait to teach Tom a lesson.

However, before he could make a move, the witch had already waved to the blond man: "Old man, do you want to come and have a taste? What does your fish taste like?"

Tom told me he wanted to release the fish, but even though he didn't actively fish, they kept coming into his bucket. He really couldn't do anything about it; it's not Tom's fault, is it?

Hearing the witch's blatant provocation, the blond man couldn't take it anymore, but he was powerless against the two of them.

When you're on someone else's territory, you naturally have to be a little more humble and subservient.

If that witch manages to leave the Death Realm and go to his territory, the blond man will definitely teach them a lesson.

"If word gets out that you're doing this, people will laugh at you," the blond man said through gritted teeth.

However, the witch just shrugged: "It's just a meal. They want to eat but can't. Seriously, you don't have to try it. I could smell the aroma even before Tom had finished preparing these fish."

The blond man hesitated for a moment. He watched as his precious possession was used as food by someone else, and could only clench his fists in helpless rage.

"Eat!" Tears involuntarily streamed down the blond man's face.

Chapter 166 The Chosen One

"This tastes really good, old man. Remember to bring some fish next time you come, or I'll have Arthur stop you at the door and not let you in."

The witch tasted the fish in her mouth, then looked at the blond man with a provocative yet amused gaze.

However, the blond man felt increasingly bitter as he listened to the witch's teasing.

What are you saying? What kind of nonsense is this guy spouting!

He was already pitiful enough to be humiliated by Tom's rude remarks on the spot. Don't these guys know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?

"But I know you, you old codger, you can't even catch anything while fishing, why don't you let Tom help you?"

Next time you buy the fish fry, raise them until they're big enough, then call Tom over, and he'll help you catch them.

The blond man raised his hand: "Stop, stop, stop. I won't fall for your tricks again. I thought you didn't know Tom was coming to my side. Turns out you deliberately let him come over."

You must have taught Tom how to fish before you brought him here, right?

These fish are kind of magical creatures, so how did you manage to get Tom to like them?

The blond man planned to subtly inquire with the witch about any special potions.

He knew that the witch usually brewed many potions and was very interested in them. Tom was able to do this because the witch was supporting him behind the scenes.

However, the blond man saw the witch simply shake her head; there was no deception in her eyes.

"I really don't know. Maybe Tom is just more popular with these magical creatures. Why don't you become Tom's student? I can have Tom teach you how to fish when he has some free time." As she spoke, the witch's lips curled up slightly.

"Go away, you two are no good. One of you cheated me out of my fish, and the other is still eyeing other people's things in my house." The blond man glanced at the two of them disdainfully.

To be fair, he did have a thought: if he could learn Tom's fishing skills, he would definitely leave this place every day.

He wanted to find a quiet corner for wizards, and then choose a spot by a lake, where he would take a fishing rod and go fishing every day.

He felt a surge of excitement just imagining how others watched him catch fish one after another.

However, as a wizard, he had his own pride, and his pride wouldn't allow him to lower his head and let Tom teach him.

Putting aside saving face... well, he can't really put aside saving face.

"Tell me, does Tom have any special talent in memory magic?" The witch abandoned the topic of fishing and instead asked the blond man seriously.

"Whether he has talent or not, you can find out by asking him, right?" the blond man replied to the witch, feeling frustrated. "If someone can learn to forget everything in less than a day and still doesn't have talent, then I don't know what kind of person is considered talented."

After he finished speaking, the witch narrowed her eyes: "You know that's not what I meant."

Seeing Tom's bewildered expression, the witch explained, "Not everyone has the talent for magic, even though you were able to learn it very quickly before."

But if you really want to reach the top level, only talent can determine that.

Every top wizard achieves their status through 99% effort and 1% talent, but that 1% talent is often more important than the 99% effort.

Tom, you should know that a wizard can live for many, many years. During those years, they will not lack effort, and time will allow them to hone their skills to the highest level.

But if you lack that tiny bit of talent, then all your efforts will be in vain… Of course, I'm referring to those top-tier wizards.”

After speaking, the witch looked at the blond man again, scrutinizing him carefully, waiting for his answer.

“Yes.” The blond man sighed. “This does indeed violate the principles of the wizarding world. Logically speaking, each person should only have talent in one of those special spells.”

But Tom seems a bit different. Whether it's your death magic or my memory magic, I see both spells actively recruiting him.

I originally gave him a month. If he could learn the "forget everything" technique within a month, it would prove that he has talent.

Our memory magic is different from your death magic. Memory magic requires a lot of time to accumulate, so many wizards may spend their whole lives and only learn one form of forgetting everything.

They simply had no way to prolong or elevate the state of complete oblivion. But you know… Tom only needed a single day.”

The blond wizard held up a finger, looked into the witch's eyes, and repeated, "In just one day, do you know what it means to learn complete forgetfulness in a single day?"

These were things he never even dared to imagine before.

Although he created the memory magic, he never used the day as a unit of measurement when he created the magic.

At the time, he felt that no matter how extraordinary a talent was, a month would be enough to assess them.

Those who can learn it within one to two months possess top-tier talent; those who can learn it after two months can only be said to have some talent, but it does not meet their expectations.

If someone can learn it within a month, that's definitely a prodigy, and that's the kind of student I'll be looking for in the future.

But clearly, Tom's appearance completely disrupted his previous assumptions.

What's the point of learning to forget everything in a day?

Even storybooks wouldn't dare write something like that. He even wondered if Tom hadn't completely forgotten something from his past life.

"How long did it take Tom to learn how to live and die in a single thought?"

Hearing the blond man's question, the witch smiled slightly and leaned back in her chair: "Do you think our life-or-death moments are as simple as your magic?"

Let me put it this way: when Tom was learning Avada Kedavra, it took him a little over a week.

After learning Avada Kedavra, he spent three whole days studying the art of life and death in an instant.

Hearing this, the blond man spat disdainfully: "Three days? I thought it would take him much longer. Looking at it this way, your life-or-death magic and our memory magic seem to be about the same."

"All I know is that someone's memory magic only lasted a day under Tom's control. As for whose magic it was, I won't say."

The blond man's face immediately turned red.

What's the difference between one day and three days?

The blond man was somewhat unconvinced: "If you're so capable, let me learn the art of life and death in a single thought, and see if I can learn it in a day."

"If you want to steal my life-or-death skill, just say so. Tom was able to learn it in a day, do you think you can too? Who do you think you are?" The witch looked at the man with disdain. He ignored the man and continued eating his grilled fish.

"But I heard that Hermione seems to have been taken away by you?" The witch suddenly remembered something and continued to ask the blond man, "You don't really intend to make Hermione the Goddess of Memory, do you?"

"It's hard to say. We need to see her abilities in the short term. If Hermione doesn't meet my requirements, then all my efforts will be in vain."

But if he can meet my requirements, then…

At this point, the blond man fell silent.

"I was wondering why you've been so focused on finding students lately," the witch frowned. "Don't you have much time left?"

Hearing the witch's words, the blond man wanted to deny it, but he knew that even if he lied, she would see through him, so he could only nod: "When you became the Grim Reaper, I had already been the God of Memory for many years."

Even an ox or a horse has reached the point of retirement, but Ravenclaw can't handle the job.

Ravenclaw spent three months learning Oblivion, and it took him more than half a year to learn my magic.

From that moment on, I knew that he could never master my magic.

If he doesn't reach the pinnacle, then the position of God of Memory will have nothing to do with him.

Tom listened to their conversation but made no move to speak.

He didn't want to get involved in their conversation.

The main issue is that the blond man seems to want him to become the God of Memory, a position Tom is genuinely uninterested in.

Even if the witch wanted Tom to be the Grim Reaper, he would find a way to refuse or make a joke to brush it off.

How could someone with such a perfect and happy life come to a place like this to spend their whole life?

Moreover, while other people's lives are only a few hundred years long, his life could be thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

The witch must have seen through Tom's thoughts, so she didn't say anything more to the blond man.

"Bring Hermione over in a few days, so I can see that child."

The blond man immediately became wary, looking at the witch with ill intent: "What? Don't you already have a student? Are you going to try and take He Ming from me?"

"What do you mean 'stealing' from you? I just know Tom has a few female confidantes, and I want to see what they look like."

I have never actually seen Hermione's face; I have only seen her in the Mirror of Erised.

Besides, I'm Tom's teacher, so it's not unreasonable for me to meet Hermione, is it?"

"Once she finishes learning memory magic, I only hope she can master it within a month," the blond man said, refusing the witch's offer.

"But now your student Tom is becoming more and more powerful. The mastermind behind the Death Eaters has changed from Voldemort to Tom. In two years, will Tom's name be on the Hogwarts headmaster's list?"

This time, Tom had to speak up: "No, that's not true. Ravenclaw has appeared at Hogwarts, and everyone knows that Hermione became Ravenclaw's student."

And me... no matter what, I'm just a slightly talented little wizard; I'll never become the headmaster of Hogwarts.

modesty--