Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

With such a strong blue light, doesn't it look a lot like a Patronus?

"Little Tom, stop holding back and just kill all those Dementors." The voice of the Mirror of Eris echoed in Tom's mind. "If you keep letting those Dementors live, they will only become more unruly."

Look at the way they're all looking at you; they're all treating you like an easy target.

Tom certainly knew the meaning of the Mirror of Erised.

That's really the only way.

There's a path to heaven, but these Auromen don't intend to take it, so I'll just have to teach them a lesson.

What Dementor?

What kind of bullshit Auror is this?

A dense aura of death burst forth from Tom's body, instantly sweeping away all the chill.

The Dementors stopped what they were doing one by one.

Despite being mindless monsters, these creatures actually felt fear and instinctively did not move forward.

"What are those bastards doing? Why haven't they taken down Tom yet?" Auro was confused and only felt that something was wrong with the Dementors.

They never imagined that Tom had subdued the Dementors.

The aura of death pierced the Dementor's chest.

In an instant, each of the Dementors let out a mournful cry.

Before they could even make a move, they had already vanished into thin air.

"Dead, dead..."

"Impossible, Dementors can never be killed by magic."

"What a joke! Dementors can only be stopped by Patronus Exclamation. What kind of magic is this guy using?"

Is there any defensive magic stronger than the Guardian Angel?

"Where did you see that this is protective magic? If it were defensive magic, how could it possibly kill a Dementor? At most, it would only drive the Dementor away."

This guy uses offensive magic, magic far more terrifying than Avada Kedavra.

The moment he used his magic, I sensed a strong aura of death.

It's no exaggeration to say that even a tiny bit of it will be fatal.

Hearing this man's words, the Oroqen members recalled the scene just now; there was indeed a terrifying aura of death when Tom made his move.

If that magic had been directed at them, they might not have even had a chance to live.

In that instant, they realized that this wizard was not as simple as the rumors suggested; he was more than just a genius.

He has an even more powerful mentor behind him, a teacher who is definitely not just like Professor Dumbledore.

That spell just now was definitely not something Professor Dumbledore could use.

That magic might even have surpassed the limits of humankind. Tom might have discovered some ancient secret manual; only in that way could he possibly learn such advanced magic.

"Tom, hand over your magic now, and we might let you off the hook."

Tom listened to these people's words and couldn't help but sneer: "What do you mean by letting me go? Do you even understand what kind of situation you're in?"

Tom was speechless. Didn't these people understand who had the advantage and who was at a disadvantage?

With knives already hanging over their necks, these people still think they have the upper hand?

Just as Tom was about to make another move, a figure appeared behind him.

The man patted Tom on the shoulder: "Hey, Master Tom asked me to come and help you."

Although... well, not although, but you don't need help right now at all.

But the adults told me to show my face, otherwise these guys might take advantage of me. And it seems that's indeed the case.

The group fell silent upon seeing the blonde woman appear behind Tom.

Where did this person come from?

Professor Dumbledore was the most surprised.

Dumbledore sensed a familiar aura emanating from this man.

I must have seen him somewhere before, maybe in a photograph, or maybe I've witnessed his magic...

But there are some things I just can't remember.

I just felt a sense of familiarity, an overwhelming sense of familiarity...

That person... is that Tom's teacher? The legendary teacher?

Dumbledore looked at Snape behind him, who was also frowning as he stared at the woman behind Tom.

"Dumbledore, do you remember this man?"

"Snape, do you remember this person?"

The two spoke in unison.

They exchanged a glance, seeing in each other's eyes an expression of wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.

"You also feel like you've seen this person before, right?"

"Well... but all our previous assumptions were wrong. Tom's teacher is not Merlin."

……

"Hey!" Arthur pointed at the group of Aurors in front of him and shouted rudely, "What are so many of you doing to my friend?"

My friend's teacher asked me to come and warn you to stop now, or I'll just beat you half to death.

When my friend's teacher finally arrived in person... humph.

"Where did this guy come from? Is he the one you taught Tom Avada Kedavra and that evil magic?"

"Vicious magic?" Arthur frowned, then realized that the group was talking about life and death in an instant.

"Vicious magic... Heh, you dare say that in front of his teacher? That's magic that his teacher personally developed."

Oh right, just in case you didn't know, I should remind you of something.

Arthur Pendragon was nothing more than a servant under this guy's teacher.

Now, who still intends to move forward?

Arthur?

Pendragon?

That name sounds familiar...

No, you can't say the name sounds familiar.

They all know who that name belongs to!

Arthur, King!

The name of that former king!

And in this man's words, that Wang was actually just a handyman for Teacher Tom?

Who is Tom's teacher?

They came up with the same name together.

Merlin.

But in an instant, they rejected their own idea.

There is no other reason.

Merlin and Arthur's relationship was not that of master and slave, but rather that of teacher and student!

Tom had a different teacher.

It is a more powerful and terrifying existence.

Above Merlin, could it be... there is someone else?

"Who are you kidding?" An Auror frowned.

Merlin is already the most powerful being. Is there anyone stronger than Merlin in the magical world?

If such a thing existed, it would have become a legend passed down through generations long ago; how could it remain unknown until now?

"Tom, give me the sword in the stone." Arthur patted Tom on the shoulder and took the sword from Tom's hand.

"Back then, I used this very thing to build my own dynasty. Perhaps I should show you... what the true power of the Sword in the Stone is like."

This can be considered as the true owner of the Sword in the Stone coming to teach Tom how to use it.

This is extremely rare even in the entire magical world.

A once-in-a-century opportunity!

Tom looked at Arthur.

Arthur raised the sword to his face and held it with both hands.

"stop!!!!"

"I am Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic!"

A fat, blond man stepped forward and reached out to stop Arthur from swinging his sword.

“My lord… Lord Pendragon, please be merciful. We… we didn’t know that Tom and you had such a relationship.”

"We'll retreat right now, we'll leave Hogwarts, and we'll never bother Tom again."

Cornelius Fudge knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from Arthur in the distance.

"You know me?" Arthur smoothed his bangs. "There probably aren't many people who still recognize me, right? How do you know who I am?"

Pendragon?

Pendragon!!!

The Aurors, watching their minister's actions, initially thought to themselves, "How could our minister abandon all dignity?"