Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

And that deep look in this guy's eyes...

"Occlumency?" the witch asked. "Isn't Occlumency no longer a forbidden spell? How can a witch be allowed to learn this magic?"

"Because there is another form of dark magic called Legilimency, which can steal..."

Tom saw the witch wave her hand and said, "I know, you don't need to explain to me, but Occlumency is even more evil than Legilimency."

"A wizard..." she sneered, "If a wizard has abandoned even the most basic emotions, what's the difference between him and a living dead?"

She looked at Tom and gestured towards him: "You, come closer, I can smell the scent of death on you... Little guy, have you died once?"

Seeing Tom remain silent, the witch laughed out loud: "So, having died once, the wandering soul did not choose to forget the past, but instead began a new journey with its own memories?"

This might be the worst decision you've ever made. I was wondering how anyone could achieve so much at the age of 12. I couldn't even do what I did back then, even though I was born a magical, exceptional wizard.

The witch was generous with her self-praise, and she sat back down in a large chair in the center of the tower.

The armrest of the large chair was a snake's head with its tongue flicking out. The witch crossed her legs, and Tom noticed that she wasn't wearing shoes, but there wasn't a speck of dirt on the soles of her feet.

Then look at the other leg.

The witch seemed to be walking on air the whole time, never actually touching the ground.

Have you been using magic all along?

Tom was puzzled for a moment. He felt he had to investigate this witch thoroughly and find out her identity.

"Hmm... Tell me, what has happened in your world? I'm very curious. I haven't seen any other humans since Merlin and his disciples came in."

A thousand years have passed, and there are still only a handful of people in the Death Space.

Tom didn't hide anything and told the witch some things.

It's about Voldemort from ten years ago, and the genius who was born, the legendary savior Harry Potter.

Tom recounted almost all the interesting things that happened.

Hogwarts... Dumbledore, some of the professors at the school.

The witch listened with great interest, interrupting Tom only once, and only once, when he mentioned Harry.

She didn't understand what a "savior" meant.

For her, savior is a niche term.

"What's Voldemort's name?" the witch suddenly asked.

“Uh… Tom Riddle,” Tom replied.

The witch: "?"

"What did you just say your name was?"

Tom: "...Tom Riddle."

The witch couldn't help but laugh out loud: "So that's why a child who has achieved so much at the age of 12 is not world-famous. It turns out he's afraid of a little dark wizard."

She reached out to the side, and a glass of red wine fell into her palm: "But as for the Harry you mentioned, I don't know that name. There are two lines in the trajectory of history."

The witch stretched out her hand and drew a line in the air: "This is the original route. That guy called Voldemort followed this route, and in the end... he will be eliminated by the legendary savior."

Unfortunately, in the prophecy I saw, the savior was not him, but in the future... it was he who killed Voldemort.

but……"

The witch drew a new long green line in the center of the circuit: "Now, the circuit has been changed, and a new person has been born into this world. He is a person who has died once, with his own memories, talents, and... efforts. That is you."

Tom scratched his head: "I'm not that good."

"The thought of someone hundreds of years old standing in front of me, using a child's body to be humble to me, makes me feel a little disgusted," the witch interrupted Tom. "In comparison, I'm more curious about how you got along with that kid Garo... Hmm... It's a pity that Merlin took my magic mirror, otherwise I could have brought it with me."

Magic Mirror!

Merlin!

Tom seemed to realize something, and opened his mouth: "You mean... the Mirror of Erised is yours?"

The legendary Mirror of Eris.

No one knows who the magic mirror's owner is.

But now, the owner of the magic mirror stands in front of Tom and tells him that it is hers.

"The Mirror of Eris? You actually gave it such a name? If you can see your deepest desires in the mirror, then it truly is my mirror."

"What, you've seen it before... Oh, judging from your expression, what did you see in the magic mirror?"

Chapter 117 What did they buy back?

“There’s nothing there,” Tom answered honestly.

"Nothing at all?"

“Yes,” Tom nodded. “I only saw myself in there.”

The witch rubbed her chin, then put down her wine glass. Instead of shattering on the ground, the glass floated in mid-air. "Although you lied, you really didn't see anything bad in the magic mirror. But... why are you so concerned about other girls?"

One of the witch's eyes glowed blue.

That blue light was comparable to the stars Tom had ever seen, but far deeper and brighter.

How can this woman check household registration?

Tom cursed inwardly, "I have a question, senior."

"Go ahead and ask."

"This space, you just said, is the space of death, and you are 'death' itself, right? Then... may I ask your name?"

Furthermore, what are the conditions for entering this space? It makes sense that Merlin, having learned magic, could enter, but his students shouldn't have learned this magic, so why were they also able to appear inside?

The witch smiled: "First of all, this is not a question, and finally, I don't want to answer it."

Tom: "?"

“I only told you to ask, but I never said I would answer you, unless… since you know about the Mirror of Eris, go and bring my mirror back, and I can give you a little reward.”

But all you need to know is that my reward, even if it's just a little, is more valuable than most things in your world. Oh, and before that, you can go find Merlin; he'll teach you things. Merlin won't hold back anything for you.”

Tom asked doubtfully, "I don't believe in free lunches, so why are you helping me like this?"

“I’m not helping you, I’m just helping myself. You know, a person who has been in the space of death for thousands of years is always curious about the outside world, and I’m no exception.”

You are someone who has experienced death, and you can be my 'eyes'. I don't want you to be killed by that guy called Voldemort; that would make me very ashamed.

After all, you'll end up in this place after you die, and the people here... have never lost to such a weak wizard.

Weak...

Tom swallowed hard: "Senior, in your eyes, what kind of existence is Voldemort?"

"If Voldemort saw Merlin, he probably wouldn't even dare to raise his head, and Merlin saw me... oh, he wouldn't dare to see me at all. You see, even if he were downstairs, he wouldn't dare to bring you up."

In a sense, Merlin died by my hand, but he deserved it. The witch sneered, "I've never seen a wizard so bold. The first time he saw me, Merlin didn't run away, nor did he fight me. Instead, he told me… he said I was too beautiful and wanted to marry me."

At this point, the witch couldn't help but laugh, slapping her thigh: "But you're quite calm around me, little guy, probably because you're never short of girls around you."

Tom: "...No, senior, it's because I didn't see your face."

Merlin didn't see my face back then either.

Tom: "You're so beautiful, senior. I want to marry you. Please allow me."

"Without any expression, I didn't even feel your heart beat faster, not even for a moment. Go find Merlin, and hopefully you can bring me the Mirror of Eris soon."

If you don't want to look for Merlin, you can also look for his student, Arthur. She lives in a different direction from Merlin, and there seems to be some conflict between them.

I hope you'll propose to Arthur when you meet her.

Tom: "Senior, I'm not interested in men..."

"Arthur is a girl."

"Senior, I'll be right there. Can I use levitation magic here? I think it would be faster to fly down from here."

The witch said, "Even though you've sped up your speech, your heartbeat remains calm. Jump."

Tom couldn't stand being around the witch; he hated people who could see right through him.

Tom felt that he did have some secrets, at least some that belonged to him.

Therefore, he hates being spied on.

Tom jumped from the top of the wizard's tower using a levitation spell—

Levitation Spell —

Levitation Spell!

Levitation Spell!!

Levitation Spell!!!

It won't float.

Just as he was about to land, Tom saw a blue light appear on his body, and he successfully landed on the ground.

Meanwhile, the witch at the top of the tower removed her hood, revealing long, golden hair. Four hands emerged from her cloak: one supporting her head, one pouring water, and the other two crossed in front of her chest.

Her azure pupils shimmered; the witch had only one eye, the other pupil tightly closed. She looked down at Tom, finding it amusing.

Perhaps I should have let him fall down just now, to teach this little liar a lesson?

Otherwise, he always likes to make jokes about himself.

Huh? Why is this guy's heart beating so fast? Did he really propose to Arthur?

……

Tom found a blacksmith shop on the other side.

Arthur Pendragon.

The legendary king, the great King of Britain.

Tom was excited at the thought of meeting historical figures.