Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"Lucius Malfoy, what do you think we should do? Arrest Misha, or is there another option?"

The pressure was on Lucius.

Almost everyone was looking at him.

The radicals believed that after the holiday, they should go to Hogwarts to capture Misha and Shadow and punish them accordingly.

The conservatives felt that the radicals were too conservative and shouldn't have waited until after the holiday to take action; they should have acted immediately!

Feeling the gazes around him, Lucius shifted his position, crossed his arms on the table, and rested his chin on them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, before making this judgment, could you please let me say something?"

Everyone sat up straight.

Lucius is a pure-blood wizard after all, so of course we should listen to what he says.

"Of course, please go ahead."

Chapter 92 I'm not his father! (4k)

"Gentlemen, please hear me out. It's not too late to make your judgment after I've finished speaking." Lucius rested his chin on his hands, glanced at the crowd, and raised a finger. "First, I'd like to ask you all: who agrees to imprison Misha in Azkaban? Please raise your hands."

As expected, four-fifths of the people present raised their hands.

Lucius sighed inwardly.

The pressure isn't on you, so you're not worried.

Yes, it's a good thing for you to lock Misha and Shadow up in Azkaban. Anyway, Tom isn't around, so you don't have to worry about him coming to kill you all.

But what about me?

You people only think about yourselves!

"Then, those who disagree, please raise your hands."

Only one or two people raised their hands; the rest were neutral.

"I would like to ask you, they are only ten years old, not even eleven yet. Don't you think there is anything wrong with what you are doing?"

Lucius's gaze swept over the crowd: "How could you be so heartless as to do this to two children?"

"Lucius! We're prioritizing the bigger picture! This has nothing to do with whether she's a child or not. After all, she's a born evil dark sorceress. We don't know how she'll develop in the future, or what might happen to her!"

Creating a new life is unprecedented in the entire wizarding world; we must take precautions!

Lucius rudely interrupted the other party: "Wizards, wizards, you always have the wizarding world on your lips, but what have you... no, what have we all done for the wizarding world?"

What have you been doing all this time, living off the government's salary? You all climbed up from the ranks of Aurors, and I want to ask you, what is the most basic quality of an Auror?

It's about strength! Those who aren't strong enough cannot become Aurors!

But what have you done now that you've become powerful? You actually want to lay a hand on a child. She's just a rough diamond, and nobody knows what her future holds, yet you bunch of idiots want to take away her future.

Everyone says what would happen if she became a dark wizard, but have you ever considered what would happen if she became an upright and kind white wizard? That would be a miracle for the entire wizarding world, because no white wizard has ever been able to create another version of themselves!

Lucius slammed his fist on the table, stood up, and walked over to the man who had just argued with him. "Now, tell me," he said, "if your daughter, that seven-year-old girl, also created a life just like herself, would you lock her up in Azkaban? I believe your answer would be no!"

The wizard fell silent, lowering his head: "But..."

"No buts!" Lucius grabbed the other man's hair, pulled him up to look him in the eye, and said, "A bunch of Aurors who have absolutely no confidence in their own strength, I am extremely disappointed in you!"

I never imagined you were such a bunch of good-for-nothings. I've decided to leave Misha and her shadow at Hogwarts and let Dumbledore teach her for a while.

The future is unpredictable, and no one knows what will become of these two little ones, but I hope they have a present, and I hope they can at least live as children at Hogwarts for a while!

"That's it, meeting adjourned!" Lucius waved his hand, silencing everyone.

"Wait a minute, Lucius, the results aren't out yet. We need to come to a conclusion. The Ministry of Magic isn't yours alone."

Lucius glared at him and said, "Those who agreed to put Misha in Azkaban, raise your hands! On behalf of the Malfoy family, I thank you!"

Lucius emphasized the word "thank you".

This time, only two people raised their hands.

"Alright, meeting adjourned. Everyone leave, meeting adjourned!" Lucius, gripping his scepter, was the first to leave the Ministry of Magic's meeting room, leaving behind a crowd of astonished and bewildered people.

They looked at each other.

"Why didn't you raise your hand just now? Didn't you say before the meeting that you absolutely had to lock Misha up in Azkaban?"

"Are you crazy or am I crazy! That's Lucius, the Malfoy family. He said so, are you going to go against the Malfoy family? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you."

Everyone feels this way.

So they all remained silent.

Offending the Malfoy family is a terrible idea; they would rather leave this time bomb at Hogwarts than offend them.

Anyway... in the end, it will be Hogwarts and Dumbledore who suffer, it has nothing to do with them.

The most important rule for survival in the wizarding world is to mind your own business!

"However, don't you think Lucius is strange? Normally, he would have agreed to take that evil wizard away and even took the opportunity to slander Dumbledore, but he didn't."

"...Who can argue with that?"

Lucius ignored their comments and left the Ministry of Magic on his own.

After leaving the house and returning to the human world, Lucius saw an old man with a white beard.

The old man stood by the roadside, seemingly waiting for him.

“You should trim your beard and hair. You look like a beggar on the street, which is completely unbecoming of your status.”

The white-bearded old man chuckled, stroking his beard: "I think it's pretty good. The children also think I'm very kind, don't they?"

In short, the absence of other Aurors must be due to something you said at the meeting, Lucius. Your future self will thank you for this.

Lucius curled his lip: "I'm not doing this for myself."

—It's all for myself.

"I just think that a child, whoever she is, should enjoy the joys of childhood. The Ministry of Magic has no right to deprive her of her childhood."

If Draco attends a meeting in the future, I will do the same.

Dumbledore asked curiously, "What if Tom were in the meeting?"

“Then I will do the same,” Lucius said, his neck red as he forced a smile.

He actually hopes Tom will be imprisoned in Azkaban.

If only it could be like that.

Unfortunately, that's impossible.

Dumbledore would protect Tom at all costs, and Snape even wanted to take action right there in the meeting hall.

If Tom were actually locked up, the professors at Hogwarts would probably all be the first to step forward.

Lucius tried to imagine the scene, and he found it terrifying.

And Tom will remember the face of everyone who wanted to send him to Azkaban, as long as he's given a chance in the future...

Lucius didn't want to be hunted down by someone called "Tom Riddle".

Whether it's this Tom or that Voldemort Tom.

Where are you going now?

"Go home!" Lucius said angrily, taking his scepter with him as he left.

"Before we go home, perhaps we can have a drink. Severus would like to see you, after all, he is very concerned about today's meeting."

Lucius's mouth suddenly twitched.

If I hadn't mentioned that conversation at the meeting, I wonder if Dumbledore and Snape would still have kindly invited me for a drink, just like they are now.

Maybe... no.

"Can I refuse?" Lucius asked Dumbledore, somewhat uncertainly.

"Of course you can, it's your prerogative, but Severus is already waiting there. Are you sure you want to refuse?"

Dumbledore was a cunning old fox, and a sly glint flashed in his eyes as he spoke these words.

"Dumbledore, you are such a... cunning fellow! It's a waste to have someone like you as the headmaster of Hogwarts. You should be in power, be the president of England! That's where you should be able to use your cunning!"

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, no, I'm not that great. I'm just an ordinary headmaster. It's reasonable for a headmaster to want every student in the school to experience the life that children should experience, isn't it?"

"Then why bring up Severus?"

Dumbledore asked curiously, "Don't you know? Severus is so good to Tom, and Tom's sister is Severus's sister."

So, if Misha and the others really do have a problem with the Ministry of Magic... guess what Tom will do? He'll definitely jump out, storm into the Ministry of Magic, and use the Sleight of Hand Charm on every single one of them.

If Tom loses, Severus will definitely stand behind Tom, and then he might not use the Divine Strike Shadowless Spell.

"Sigh, Lucius, let's go. You can't refuse, and besides... we still have something to ask of you. You know, Hogwarts is currently short a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

Lucius exclaimed, "You want me to be a professor at Hogwarts?"

He can't do that kind of thing.

At least Lucius was against it from the bottom of his heart.

Especially since he is the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

This position seems to be cursed; no one who has served as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts has lasted more than a year.

In the end, they either disappeared or died.

Oh right, Professor Quirrell broke that rule.

He died after serving for less than six months.

“Calm down, sir, that’s not what I meant. I just want you to… introduce me to someone.” Dumbledore’s lips curled slightly. “I’m looking for someone, and I think you should have a way to help me find him.”

"Who?"

Gilderoy Lockhart.

Lucius frowned. "That fraudster? Are you sure you want to bring him to Hogwarts to be a professor? You know what kind of person Lockhart is, and you know how much exaggeration there is in his so-called adventures, and you still insist?"