Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

If Tom hadn't been watching over her, Misha would have been... a born dark wizard!

Even dark wizards whose talent far surpasses Voldemort's.

Late at night, Misha picked up the coat she had placed aside and used a cleansing spell on herself to remove the mud from her body before putting her thick clothes back on.

Although it's summer, it's still a bit chilly in London.

The night breeze brushed against her face, and Misha pulled her collar up a little to cover her cheek, which made her feel a bit better.

After leaving the gates of Hogwarts, Misha looked around to make sure no one was watching her before waving her wand.

"Phantom of a Shifting Form".

Misha's body vanished instantly, and when she reappeared, she was already in front of the Screaming Shack.

Even at Hogwarts, there are many people who don't know one thing.

Misha is not just a pretty face.

After all, what kind of pretty face could someone be capable of using dark magic at such a young age?

However, Misha has always kept her strength hidden, so many people don't know how powerful she really is, and just think of her as a girl who spends her days playing with flowers and plants.

In fact, Misha already possessed a thorough understanding of many forms of magic. With the guidance of Professor Sprout and Tom, Misha's progress in magic was rapid.

She would seize every opportunity when Tom came to Hogwarts to ask him about magic, and even at Hogwarts, Misha always kept a low profile.

Even advanced magic like teleportation was something Misha had already mastered long ago.

Upon reaching the Shrieking Shack, some Death Eaters didn't recognize Misha. Looking at the figure before them, they instinctively became wary: "Who's there!"

Several dark wizards were about to use their magic on Misha when they were suddenly pulled back.

"This...you are Lady Isabel?"

"Strange, Lady Isabel, weren't you inside the shed all day? When did you leave?"

The night was dark, and they couldn't tell the difference between Isabel and Misha, since the only difference between them was their skin color.

Isabelle is slightly more brownish than Misha, but these differences in skin tone are not noticeable to the naked eye on a London night.

Furthermore, the Death Eaters were already terrified of the wizards outside, so they dared not light up their lamps to look.

After discovering that Misha and Isabel looked identical, the Death Eaters placed Misha inside the Screaming Shack.

Once inside, Misha remained silent. She walked quickly forward and soon saw Isabel resting with her eyes closed on a bench.

Misha patted Isabel on the shoulder and woke her up.

Once she regained consciousness, Isabel looked at Misha beside her with a strange expression: "Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts all the time? What brings you here to see me?"

Isabel rubbed her temples, trying to clear her head, then poured herself a cup of tea: "Would you like some tea?"

Misha nodded and took the teacup from Isabel: "Remember what Tom told us before? I feel like it's about time."

Isabel slowly sat up straight and looked at Misha: "Is it time already? I feel it's still too early."

According to Tom, aren't we supposed to start doing that kind of thing after seventh grade?

However, Misha shook her head: "No, you see, a lot has happened recently."

Especially since even Hermione has inherited Ravenclaw's legacy, I think it won't be long before Tom gets bored with everything.

We can take advantage of this time to prepare things quickly, so that we won't be in such a rush when the time comes.

I hope that when Tom comes to us, we can have the finished product ready, instead of wasting his time. What do you think, Isabel?

Hearing Misha's words, Isabel remained silent for a moment, tapping her shoulder repeatedly with her fingers. After a long while, she nodded and asked, "How should we divide the tasks between the two of us?"

"Tom left me a lot of seeds. I need to get Watts' greenhouse to grow those seeds again, and I also need to find some building materials for the greenhouse."

"I'll leave the location to you to investigate. Tom contacted me recently, and we talked about it. He said he wants to use some kind of concealment magic to prevent others from finding the place."

Isabel gasped, carefully considering whether any place matched her memory.

"This thing is not easy to obtain. Even Voldemort cannot use shielding magic, which is why the Death Eaters live in constant fear."

Based on what you said... perhaps we can go find another group of people. I'll go look for them tomorrow.

Misha couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who are you planning to go see?"

Isabel snapped her fingers: "That's the Ministry of Magic, of course. The Ministry of Magic has offended us quite a bit before, have you forgotten?"

I don't have a good impression of those people in the Ministry of Magic, so if I can take this opportunity to squeeze some money out of them, I certainly will.

Furthermore, the Ministry of Magic has considerable resources; I believe they should be able to obtain what we need.

"Even greenhouses?" Misha's eyes lit up immediately.

It is important to know that greenhouses are the most suitable growing environment for many herbs, and if Misha had a greenhouse, she could reduce a lot of trouble.

However, the knowledge of how greenhouses are made and the materials used have been almost completely lost. Even the greenhouses in Hogwarts are remnants from a long time ago, and even Professor Sprout doesn't know how to make new decorations.

"Perhaps. Anyway, you're clueless right now, so why don't you come with me to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow?"

"I hope those people from the Ministry of Magic will talk to us properly." Isabel couldn't help but sneer. "To be honest, I still remember the look on their faces when they tried to attack me."

Moreover, I've heard that on the day I was born, they seemed to be planning to take action against us. If Tom hadn't helped us negotiate with the Ministry of Magic, we might have already been arrested.

"We can take this opportunity to go back and get our revenge."

Misha pouted and looked at Isabel, who was like a little devil, and said, "Can't you be a little nicer? This is all in the past."

"So what if it's in the past? I heard about that night."

Last Christmas, Tom not only came to see us, but also stayed at the Ministry of Magic all night before returning to Hogwarts to dance with Hermione.

"If it weren't for those scoundrels at the Ministry of Magic, Tom would have had a good night's sleep. I still remember that to this day."

Isabel is quite vengeful, but she didn't cause trouble for the Ministry of Magic before because she had other, more important things to do.

Now that she has some free time, she should settle all the previous conflicts.

“No, let’s not wait until tomorrow.” Misha thought for a moment and then gave Isabel’s answer. “Let’s go to the Ministry of Magic now, while it’s still tonight, since you’re not asleep yet anyway.”

"Let's get some Galleons from that old Voldemort guy, and buy some things on our way out." Misha said without any hesitation.

In his view, Voldemort was no good either, and the energy consumption was bound to be considerable. However, he felt no guilt whatsoever towards Voldemort.

Chapter 168 They won't come to declare war, will they?

"Gallons again?" Voldemort's face scrunched up as he listened to the demands of the two men in front of him.

He looked at the twins, Isabel and Misha.

Were these two sent down by God to punish themselves?

Who's going to keep asking me for Gallon all the time?

Especially Isabel, does she even know how many Gallon she's been using lately?!

If this continues, who can stand it? His wallet certainly can't.

but……

Isabel even brought Misha with her.

Whether I pay for it or not, I have to pay it.

"Just tell me whether you'll give it to me or not." Isabel put her hands on her hips, looking like she had no choice but to put up with it.

She wasn't afraid of Voldemort.

I've already come all this way to you Death Eaters, and you still won't give it to me? I'll leave right now.

Tom wouldn't be that stingy.

"What do you need so many Galleons for..." Voldemort asked, puzzled.

Do two children really need that many gallons?

“You Death Eaters have your own base, but we can’t have our own base?” Isabel stretched out her hand. “Let’s start with 3000 Galleons to see how strong we are.”

"How much, how much?"

Voldemort's pupils widened suddenly.

Do you want to listen to what you're saying?

What do you mean by saying that you should also establish your own base?

You mean you're going to establish your own base, and I'm going to demand Gallon?

Let me use my Galon to help you create your own base?

Where's your face? Where's your face?!

Why don't you just recruit a few of my Death Eaters to be your members?

No, you might as well just have the Death Eaters change their names!

"By the way, we might need a few of you Death Eaters to do hard labor later. Remember to tell them in advance, otherwise they'll all be unwilling to go. I don't want to see those kinds of people."

Voldemort: "...Okay."

Voldemort was speechless. What could be done?

Give it to me.

The devil incarnate has spoken, what can you do?

"Misha, why don't you... stay here? I'll have a few people cook you a meal?"

"No need!" Before Misha could speak, Isabel had already grabbed Misha's hand. "Let's eat out, and give us some more Galleons. You Death Eaters cook worse and worse."

If it were Tom, it wouldn't be like this. A bunch of useless people. It's one thing if they can't even master magic, but how come they can't even do something as simple as cooking?

If I were you, I would have thrown them aside long ago; they're all useless!

When insulted by such a young child as Isabel, none of the Death Eaters dared to retaliate; they all lowered their heads and immediately turned red.

They were practically begging them to take Isabel, that little devil, away.

What good would it do to stay among the Death Eaters?

What else can Isabel offer them besides tormenting us?