Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Even if they die, Death Eaters must die standing up, not crawling like dogs!

Then they saw Isabel and Misha take the money from Voldemort's hands.

With a teleportation illusion, the two of them disappeared inside the screaming shed.

silence--

A deathly silence—

No!

Phantom transformation?

Did two first-year wizards use teleportation?

How come kids these days develop so well?

Isn't Apparition one of the hardest spells to learn? How come it's just like the Illumination Charm in their hands?

What happened to the promise that Isabel was just a pretty face?

It doesn't look like a pretty vase at all.

Who said Misha never goes out once in a hundred years? Look, she's come out of the greenhouse.

What happened to Misha being the most dazzling vase in the greenhouse? She looked so relaxed when she used Teleportation.

Some of the Death Eaters suddenly understood.

If they were to deal with Misha and Isabel, they might... actually be no match.

"Stop talking nonsense. Starting today, you guys go out and find some jobs to earn some money."

Those few who are doing well in potions? Go become apprentices at a potions shop and try to become potions masters as soon as possible.

"Owner……"

"Do as I say!" Voldemort pointed at their noses. "What if Isabel and Misha want Galleons again next time? How are we supposed to come up with that?"

"Master! Have we been putting up with this for too long?" the Death Eaters cursed. "We must let them know that we Death Eaters are not to be trifled with!"

When have we Death Eaters ever suffered such humiliation! Isabel and Misha are practically shitting on our heads!

This time they dared to ask for Galonnais and people, and even borrow money from you... no, they're robbing you!

She even stole your Galonnese to build her own camp, Master! They are not on our side after all!

No sooner had the Death Eater finished speaking than they saw a figure appear in the Screaming Shack in a flash.

The boy yawned, looking at the lively scene: "Everyone's here?"

He looked up at Voldemort: "Old Monster without a nose, have Misha and Isabel been here?"

The crowd that was just chattering a moment ago is now completely silent.

"They... just left, and they even borrowed some Galleons from me."

Tom nodded: "Oh, I need to borrow a few people from you. They'll be useful. Who's the best at using magic?"

Ideally, they should have good physical fitness and be good at magic as well.

Before Voldemort could speak, Tom had already begun to sized up the Death Eaters.

"It's you, you, and you, come with me." Tom casually pointed to the three people. "Before we set off, I need to modify your memories to make sure you forget what you saw."

Don't worry, I'll help you recover when you get back.

With that, Tom raised his wand and cast a memory spell.

The three wizards felt dizzy, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already kneeling down in front of Tom: "Master!"

Voldemort: "?"

"Thanks, you old monster without a nose."

Do not……

Voldemort tried to stop Tom, but Tom had already left with the others.

There was a long silence in the screaming shed until someone spoke up: "Who was trying to defy Tom just now? Why didn't anyone say anything?"

"What kind of magic is that? Is it forgetting everything?"

"Foolish. Forgetting everything only erases memories. I've never seen any magic that can modify memories."

They began to suspect that Tom could alter their memories if he wanted to.

Does that mean that in just one night, in the dead of night, they would wake up and forget about the Death Eaters and become Tom's men?

They even had to kneel down and call Tom "master"?

Their gazes turned to Voldemort.

Voldemort had no choice but to wave his hand and say, "Why are you all looking at me? Don't you have anything to do? Now, get out there and earn Galleons!"

From this day forward, everyone must hand over 300 Galleons to me every month. Anyone who fails to do so will be held accountable!

……

Misha and Isabel left the Screaming Shack and found a hotel to stay in.

The two woke up early the next morning.

Without lingering in bed, the two of them got up immediately after opening their eyes.

Whether it's Misha or Isabel, they are always the first ones to get up when Tom isn't around.

What time does the Ministry of Magic start work?

"You're asking me?" Isabel said irritably. "I'm busy with Death Eaters every day, I don't have time to investigate those so-called Ministry of Magic."

Misha sighed; she knew Isabel couldn't be relied on. "Let's have breakfast first and then go check on her."

At 10 a.m., the two went out together and headed to the Ministry of Magic.

In a phone booth, Misha dialed a number.

"Hello, Ministry of Magic—"

"I am Misha, and Isabel and I want to go to the Ministry of Magic to find a few people."

Misha immediately heard panicked sounds coming from the other side.

Upon hearing the name, the other person dropped the phone; he could hardly believe his ears.

Who are Misha and Isabel?

They had previously considered confronting Isabel, but now they don't even need to go looking for her; she's come to them on her own.

The man covered the receiver and asked the people behind him, "Sir, Misha and Isabel have arrived. Should we let them in?"

"Who? Tom's two sisters?" Their expressions suddenly changed.

Just a month ago, Tom had killed a large number of Dementors in their Ministry of Magic.

If you don't let people like that in... are you going to wait for them to walk in on their own?

If they were allowed to walk in themselves, the outcome would be completely different from what we are seeing now.

Without the slightest hesitation, the group from the Ministry of Magic sat up straight.

Why did Isabel and Misha come to the Ministry of Magic? It's self-evident!

They're definitely here to cause trouble.

They made Tom and Isabel lose face so much before, so these people are definitely coming back to demand an explanation.

I wonder if King Arthur came in with them.

Misha and Isabel stood inside the phone booth, feeling it plummet as they entered an enclosed space.

Here, a group of well-dressed Ministry of Magic members strolled back and forth. Each person couldn't help but quicken their pace as they passed Misha and her companion.

They genuinely didn't want to meet these two people or have any interaction with them.

If they could, they wouldn't even want to see Misha and Isabel.

Isabel grabbed a random passerby: "Where is your minister's office? Take me there quickly."

Before they could respond, a fat middle-aged man immediately came over, rubbing his hands together.

Isabel remembered this man; he had called himself Minister of Magic when they attacked Hogwarts.

The Minister of Magic greeted them with a friendly smile, "Ladies, what brings you to our Ministry of Magic this time?"

"Huh, I don't think I see Tom. Didn't he come with you?"

“It’s such a small matter, why would Tom need to do it?” Isabel couldn’t help but frown.

Misha, who was standing next to her, immediately chimed in, "Isabel, you should go back and read more books. Don't you know what he meant?"

He meant that since Tom wasn't here, what right did the two of us have to come to their Ministry of Magic?

Misha raised an eyebrow and looked at the Minister of Magic: "Is that what you mean?"

"No, no, no, absolutely not!" The minister was sweating profusely, and he hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "I just want to apologize to Tom in person, after all, what I did to her back then."

"Ladies, please come in. Please come with me to my office to talk."

Noticing the gazes cast upon them by members of the Ministry of Magic, the Minister of Magic had no choice but to quickly lead Misha and Isabel away.

If he stays here, his reputation will be damaged.

For these wizards, sometimes face is far more important than life.

Of course, if it weren't in front of so many people, life would be more important, since you only have one life.

As he led Isabel and Misha into the office, the Minister of Magic's expression immediately softened, and he brought them a cup of tea.

"Ladies, what brings you to our Ministry of Magic?" the Minister of Magic asked them with a smile.

“I’m asking you, do you know if there’s a greenhouse in Hogwarts?” Misha asked the minister.

The minister nodded: "Of course, of course. After all, I graduated from Hogwarts myself, and Professor Sprout's herbalism was very practical."

I still remember what the environment in the greenhouse was like, and I also remember the process of learning herbalism in the greenhouse..."

Isabel rudely interrupted him: "Just answer my questions, what are you babbling about?"