Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

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"Do you know what magical materials are needed to build a new greenhouse?" Misha asked directly, without beating around the bush.

“Uh…” The minister wiped away a cold sweat. “The method of building greenhouses has been lost.”

Perhaps no one knows how greenhouses are built now; even if someone had the materials, they might not have the technology to construct them.

“Isabel, this man is lying.” Misha stared directly into the minister’s eyes and spoke to Isabel beside her, “He didn’t dare to look me in the eye when he was speaking, and he kept avoiding my gaze just now.”

"Without Tom, the people at the Ministry of Magic look down on us."

"No, I absolutely did not mean that!" The minister panicked, and his speech quickened. "Of course there are methods for building greenhouses. There are descriptions of greenhouses in some of the materials stored in our Ministry of Magic."

However... however, there's a lot of information there; you'll have to find it yourselves.

Isabel saw the cunning glint in the man's eyes. He raised his wand: "It seems it's time I called Tom over."

Misha, you're right. If Tom isn't around, the people at the Ministry of Magic really don't respect us enough.

And I absolutely hate this kind of disrespectful behavior.

She gave the minister a cold glance: "I hope your Ministry of Magic can be rebuilt within the next 20 years."

Or... let's just make us Minister of Magic.

As Misha and Isabel spoke, the minister's back door suddenly tightened.

what does this mean?

Are those two going to declare war on our Ministry of Magic?

Is Tom going to bring King Arthur again?

Chapter 169 Not Giving Face?

"Ladies, please calm down!" the minister said hastily. "What I mean is..."

"Look, look," he said, pointing to the other Ministry of Magic members who were working hard. "There are people in the Ministry of Magic who are busy every day; they have their own tasks."

Ladies, please consider this: in the magical world, don't many wizards accidentally use magic in front of Muggles?

One of our tasks is to erase the memories of those Muggles and punish those wizards who illegally use magic.

Children…we can’t bother them, but if you really need someone, perhaps I can help you find one.”

"Then go now, we'll wait for you here."

What do you mean by waiting for me here?

The minister cursed inwardly. He meant that he and Misha should go to the archives together, not that he should go alone to that closed and boring archives room.

If you stayed in that place for a few hours, you would go completely crazy!

"Miss Misha, aren't you coming with me?"

Before Misha could even speak, Isabel blurted out, "Are you some kind of modern-day giant baby? You need us to come with you just to find some information?"

"I understand!" The minister quickly stood up straight. Every time Isabel started to scold him, he would feel a tightness in his chest and dare not refute her.

Watching the Minister of Magic rush out of his office, Misha and Isabel exchanged a glance, and the corners of their mouths turned up slightly.

"Isabel, this is called borrowing the tiger's power."

"So what? I just couldn't stand that old man. I was being lenient by not beating him up." Isabel crossed her arms, completely unconcerned about Misha's assessment of her.

It has to be said that although Isabel was a bit arrogant, Misha always felt a sense of exhilaration.

The two of them waited in the office for about an hour and then saw the minister run back.

The minister held a large and small set of documents in front of Misha: "These are all the documents about the greenhouse."

Both the magic needed for construction and the materials required for it are recorded within.

“Help us pick it out.” Isabel said without looking up, pointing to the book in front of her. “Go find a few people and have them pick out the key information for us. If you think everyone in the Ministry of Magic is too busy, then you can do it yourself.”

"But... it's almost midnight now."

The Minister of Magic glanced at the clock and said, "We still need to take a midday break, and we also need to eat and sleep."

Isabel stood up: "There's no point in saying more, Misha, let's just use the summoning magic directly."

I think the people at the Ministry of Magic are just not giving us any face!

What can the Minister of Magic do now that they've already spoken up?

He could only grab a few people at random and have them look through the notes with him on the table.

The minister now only hopes that the notes are detailed enough, which will save him a lot of time.

Seeing that these people were finally moving in front of them, Misha and Isabel were quite satisfied.

The two slowly closed their eyes and leaned back on the Minister of Magic's chair to take a nap.

As for the rest of the people, even if they're exhausted to the point of collapse, it's none of their business.

……

The realm of death.

Tom slept until noon before finally getting out of bed.

Tom yawned, then left the wizard's tower and saw several Death Eaters he had brought from Voldemort working.

According to the witch, she needed to build a kitchen that was big enough.

Moreover, the kitchen cannot be too close to his wizard tower.

These things could normally be done quickly using magic, but within the realm of death, magic cannot be used without the witch's permission.

The people Tom brought back were, of course, not likely to be approved by the witch.

They didn't have the authority, so they had to build the kitchen themselves.

Tom was originally supposed to do these things, but of course Tom couldn't build the kitchen himself, so he hired some black slaves.

It has to be said that the Death Eaters were incredibly efficient in their actions. Perhaps due to memory magic, they never seemed to mention getting tired.

Seeing the sweat dripping down their foreheads, Tom clicked his tongue and said, "Teacher, you say they have such perseverance, how come they only have this much ability yet?"

The witch looked at Tom suspiciously: "What did you say about being tired?"

"When I was learning magic, I never sweated this much. If I were like them, I would have found a place to stop and rest long ago."

The witch nodded: "Oh, you mean this?"

When I came out last night, I saw them slacking off, so I put a curse on each of them: if they don't finish within 24 hours, they will die.

Furthermore, if they rest for more than 5 minutes at a time, they will die on the spot.

Tom, you need to use magic wisely. Like last night when you brought them back, you should have cursed them first.

Tom: "?"

No, is this even human language?

All they wanted was to rest, so why did you have to be so cruel as to cast a curse?

A few extra hours shouldn't matter, right?

However, the thought that the person standing in front of him was a Death Eater made Tom feel indifferent.

Tom even thought he should bring Voldemort along, wanting to see the noseless old monster diligently carrying bricks.

Tom didn't know why, but the teacher suddenly had the idea to have a kitchen and made him figure out how to get one overnight.

In short, Tom eventually found the person.

“Tom.” The witch sat down on the stone bench and patted the spot next to her, gesturing for Tom to come and sit beside her.

"Ok?"

After Tom sat down, the witch spoke, "You have been staying in the realm all this time."

Are you... getting tired of the wizarding life?

Tom shrugged. "To be honest, I've been tired of the wizarding life for a long time."

Wizards just practice magic every day, day after day, year after year. To be honest, if Voldemort hadn't been keeping me in check, I probably would have quit long ago.

"So now..." the witch narrowed her eyes, "you don't need to be afraid of Voldemort even if you stop practicing magic now, so why do you still want to continue?"

Tom smiled but did not answer the witch.

Seeing Tom's state, the witch fell silent.

……

Three hours later, many Death Eaters collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

It's finally over!

If it weren't over by now, they would all want to end their own lives.

"Master, we've finished!"

Tom nodded: "Okay, I'll take you back."

The witch watched as Tom led them out of the Death Zone, and she stroked her chin.

Having spent so much time with Tom, the witch could certainly tell that Tom's mind was no longer on magic.

and……

He seems to have already prepared a way out for himself outside.