Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Then I'll find someone like Chun-Li. Chun-Li's legs are way more appealing than Mai Shiranui's!"

……

In the dormitory not far away, Shadow sneaked into Tom's blanket in the middle of the night.

She saw Tom's eyelashes twitch, but he didn't seem to wake up, and continued to burrow deeper.

I must tell Misha about this tomorrow.

Shadow desperately wanted to see Misha's eyes filled with hatred, envy, jealousy, and helplessness.

I love the way you're annoyed with me but can't do anything about it!

Feeling the warmth behind him—Tom ​​always exuded a faint, unknown fragrance, and smelling that scent was even more invigorating than a drug addict smoking marijuana.

Shadow's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she gradually drifted off to sleep.

When the shadow opened its eyes again, it was all alone in the dormitory.

Tom has disappeared.

The sky outside the window was still pitch black. As she drew back the curtains, she could not see the bright moon in the sky.

"clatter--"

Hearing footsteps behind him, Shadow quickly turned around.

A wizard with an extremely ugly appearance stood in front of him.

This wizard had no nose, no hair, and his entire body shone with a dark green light.

"Who are you?" The shadow became alert, backing away and leaning against the wall while staring at the person in front of it.

Shadows are very sensitive to magic; Misha can sense a person's mastery of dark magic simply by looking into their eyes.

Before meeting him, Professor Snape was the most skilled in dark magic of all the people the Shadow had ever seen.

But it's clear that this person's strength far surpasses Snape's.

Moreover, he always exuded an aura of indifference towards life, which Shadow found extremely annoying.

Frowning, Shadow narrowed his eyes: "If you don't leave, I'm going to call someone else over."

“Miss Shadow, you can do that, but you should know it won’t work.” The ugly wizard without a nose laughed.

His smile was also annoying, always giving off a disdainful vibe.

"Perhaps I should call you by your name, Misha."

"My name is Isabel."

"Heh." The ugly wizard sneered. "Afraid to face your past? Well, that's normal for some wizards who have just learned black magic."

However, I should also introduce myself.

“No need, Mr. Voldemort.” Shadow clenched his fist.

She naturally knew who the person in front of her was.

It's not hard to guess.

With sufficient mastery of dark magic, a cold heart, and numerous deaths, all these factors combined point to only one conclusion.

The Dark Lord, Voldemort.

A monster without a nose.

"It seems you've heard of my great name."

Shadow scoffed: "If you're talking about bullying the weak and the terrible reputation you've built up in the wizarding world, then of course I've heard about it. If I were you... humph."

On another note, you're quite shameful yourself. An old geezer bullying a little kid like Harry Potter, don't you think you're being a bit shameless?

To be honest, I have never seen anyone as shameless as you.

She sneered, her gaze toward Voldemort growing increasingly brazen.

"Who gave you permission to speak to me like that?" Voldemort raised his wand.

“Come on, kill me and make it clear that you’re a piece of trash.” Shadow spat. “Trash is trash. How old are you? How old am I? The mighty Voldemort has to use his wand to deal with a child like me? Ridiculous laugh.”

Voldemort, enduring the bulging veins on his forehead, coldly looked at the shadow: "You don't seem afraid of me?"

"Among the creatures created by dark magic, do you think I'm afraid of death? Voldemort, do you know the fundamental difference between us?"

Misha pointed to herself: "I have friends, I have someone I like, but you don't."

With your death, the entire Death Eaters will flee in panic. Everyone is hoping that Harry will grow up and eliminate you. Of course, I am different from those vulgar people.

I know that before Harry grows up, someone else will kill you.

The shadow didn't say who it believed in.

But she was indeed not afraid of death.

There's no other reason than that Tom will take action.

She believed that if she died, she would wait for Voldemort in the underworld, and that Voldemort would come down to join her in a few years.

Voldemort, barely containing his rage, gasped for breath through the two holes above his mouth: "Sharp teeth, Shadow, I ask you, are you willing to come with me?"

As someone practicing dark magic, you have no chance of surviving at Hogwarts. Why don't you leave with me? I'll give you all the power you desire.

You possess extraordinary talent. In the future, everyone will follow your lead, and you will obtain everything you desire.

The shadow fell silent.

She doesn't like things that are forced upon her.

Besides, I don't want much.

She only likes Tom, and only wants Tom.

It wouldn't matter if Tom married someone else.

Following Voldemort... does that mean I'll have to keep Tom by my side in the future? That's not like me.

"You can leave now. Oh, if it were you, you'd probably just kill me, right?"

The shadow spread its arms wide: "Please act immediately, sir. Show no mercy. I want to see just how powerful the Dark Lord that everyone's talking about really is."

You'll regret this!

“Following you will make me regret it. If you don’t make a move, then I will.” Shadow clenched his fist.

The Shadow will show no mercy when facing the most powerful Dark Lord wizard.

She didn't think she could win, but if she could just touch him, even if it was just to leave a small scar, she would still be praised by people in the future.

"You're right, I should kill you."

But that's not reality.

Voldemort slowly retreated, then suddenly raised his wand.

"Capture the spirit and grasp the mind!"

"I'd like to see what secrets you're hiding!"

Voldemort roared, more furious than he had ever been.

The insults Misha had hurled at him earlier had momentarily clouded Voldemort's judgment.

No one has ever dared to say that about him, not even Dumbledore!

Everyone feared his name and dared not even recite it in daily life.

A dark magic...

How dare this mere black magic, less than a month old, point its finger at me and curse me!

I'd like to see where your confidence comes from!

“Mr. Riddle, using this kind of tactic on a little girl, you’ve really changed…”

A heavy sigh came, and a massive, imposing figure blocked Misha's path.

The Legilimency technique struck the white-robed wizard before him, but it caused no ripples.

Attracting the mind and focusing thoughts is ineffective.

Voldemort stared in astonishment at the figure before him.

That was someone he would never forget in his entire life.

Whether it was his pale beard or his long, curly white hair that reached his back...

Those extremely calm eyes instilled a strange sense of fear in Voldemort.

"Dumbledore."

Voldemort chanted the name of the wizard before him.

The most powerful white wizard in human history.

Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts!

Dumbledore sighed: "My child, I never imagined you would become like this one day. No, perhaps you had some signs all along, but... it's puzzling."

Back then, you were a prefect, the most popular wizard in Slytherin House.

Everyone at Hogwarts is proud of you; the girls are even happy for half a day just to have a word with you.

Your transformation has exceeded our expectations; perhaps... you've always been this way.

"What right do you have to accuse me, Dumbledore? Don't you think you're at fault for making me this way?"

Dumbledore remained silent, still looking at Voldemort with a pitiful, benevolent gaze, which only made Voldemort angrier.

But Voldemort had no way to deal with this person.

"Dumbledore, one day I will kill you, and I will destroy your proud Hogwarts."

Even your most favored wizard, Harry Potter, will become a ghost at my hands.

“You can try,” Dumbledore said. “I never taught you to pull people into dreams to threaten them and then use such underhanded magic to steal their memories.”

But since we're here, that means your true form... Mr. Quirrell is nearby, right? Why don't you guess how many professors are looking for you right now?"