Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

Isabel crossed her arms over her shoulders, feeling that Voldemort was acting like an idiot.

If I had known where the Death Eaters' territory was, I would have told Tom and the others long ago. How could I have let those Death Eaters live until today?

After being coldly rebuked by Isabel, Voldemort dared not say anything more and could only follow Isabel's instructions to walk in front, letting Isabel follow behind.

The two barely spoke to each other throughout the journey. Even when Voldemort tried to start a conversation, Isabel remained indifferent to him.

As time went on, Voldemort began to feel increasingly inferior.

He was supposed to be the Dark Lord, and others should be the ones to approach him and fawn over him. So why did he become like this in front of Isabel?

This was only Isabel; if Tom had come, Voldemort couldn't even imagine what kind of demands he would have made.

Isabel was a troublesome fairy, but Voldemort thought Tom wasn't much better.

Tom might even be more torturous than Isabel.

After walking for two hours, Voldemort felt his legs getting weak.

It's important to remember that not long ago, Voldemort was a cripple who could only sit in a wheelchair and had his men help push it.

Now he has to walk for more than two hours with a child.

Seeing Voldemort slow down, Isabel couldn't help but ask, "Are you already tired? Are all Death Eaters so fragile?"

When Tom and I were selling wreaths on the streets of London, we had to stand all day without a break.

So it seems your so-called Dark Lord is no better than me when I was just an ordinary person.

Voldemort was a little angry, but he couldn't talk back, so he could only stubbornly say, "I'm just feeling a bit weak today. Normally, I could walk for two days and two nights, let alone two hours."

You must know that I founded the Death Eaters; how could I be as weak as you think?

Isabel frowned as she listened to his words.

Why is Voldemort so concerned with saving face? If it's okay, it's okay; if it's not okay, it's not okay. Does he think he's stupid? How could anyone believe such foolish things from Voldemort?

You say you can walk for two days and two nights? I could say I can walk for three days and three nights!

“I don’t know if you can walk for two days and two nights, but I do know that you seem to be struggling now. The sweat on your forehead has already betrayed you.”

And why are your legs shaking so much?

If you really can't keep going, there's no need to force yourself. I know most dark wizards are like that; you wizards only care about your magic, never about your physical health.

Voldemort: "..."

Why does this guy always make me feel like I deserve a beating?

But there's just nothing I can do about Isabelle.

In the past, if anyone had dared to speak to him like that, he would have torn them to pieces long ago. How could they still be alive now?

Unfortunately, times have changed, and Voldemort can only obey Isabel's orders for the time being.

Despite feeling the pain in his legs, Voldemort forced himself to keep going.

If Isabel had allowed him to use Teleportation, he would have already infiltrated the Death Eaters!

Why would anyone need to suffer like this?

……

Two more hours later.

Voldemort finally saw a glimmer of hope.

The Screaming Shack was right in front of them; this place had now become the Death Eaters' headquarters.

As he approached the Shrieking Shack, a group of Death Eaters guarding the entrance immediately came to greet him. Looking at Voldemort before them, they quickly and respectfully curtsied, saying, "Master!"

Voldemort raised his head, and his previously trembling legs straightened up.

Making a fool of himself in front of Isabel was one thing, but if he were to make a fool of himself in front of this group of Dead Apostles, Voldemort couldn't even imagine what his reputation would be like afterward, and that was something he absolutely wouldn't allow.

Despite the pain in his legs, Voldemort looked at Isabel behind him and began to introduce her to the Death Eaters.

“From now on, she is also one of us Death Eaters. When you see her, you must do the same as when you see me. You must obey her unconditionally.”

As Isabel listened to Voldemort's introduction, she proudly puffed out her chest.

Chapter 158 No Need to Give Face

Many Death Eaters looked at Isabel in front of them and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

They didn't understand what their master meant by making them bow and scrape before a little kid.

How old does this kid look? Has he graduated from Hogwarts?

Why should a kid who hasn't even graduated receive such high praise from their master?

You should know that when they wanted to join the Death Eaters, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky.

To join the Death Eaters, they not only needed to be highly skilled and absolutely loyal, but more importantly, they needed to catch Voldemort's eye.

And this little girl, how old is she? How long has she been exposed to magic? Yet Voldemort summoned her and made her their leader.

Why would a group of Death Eaters be willing to accept this?

Suddenly, one of the Death Eaters remembered that Voldemort had just sent a letter saying that he had brought a Hogwarts student back to Headquarters.

What these Death Eaters had to do was protect the student and give her absolute respect.

According to what Voldemort wrote in his letter, he would treat her like a father.

At first, the Death Eaters discussed among themselves that Voldemort had abducted Tom back.

If it were Tom who appeared before them, the Death Eaters would accept it, after all, Tom's fame had soared in the past few days, and almost everyone in the wizarding world knew that Tom had a powerful wizard behind him.

And it wasn't just because of that wizard; it's said that Tom's magical talent was also at a genius level.

Now, Voldemort has brought back a little girl, and she doesn't look like Tom. They immediately began to speculate that this girl named Isabel might be Voldemort's illegitimate daughter.

After all, only illegitimate daughters receive such treatment. Otherwise, why would someone under a dark wizard treat you like a father?

Voldemort coldly stared at the group of wizards in front of him: "So... what are you all standing there for? Why don't you bring Isabel a cup of hot tea?"

That young girl was willing to accompany me from Hogwarts to the Shrieking Shack, and you didn't even offer her any thanks?

"I've wasted my time raising you bunch of good-for-nothings!"

Seeing that Voldemort was angry, his Death Eaters realized what was happening and quickly ran into the shack.

"What's the new guy's skill level? And who is Tom to him?"

"I've never seen a master treat anyone so politely. I still need to make a living among the Death Eaters, and this has made me lose face."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and think of a way to please that child. After all, she's just a little girl."

"On the bright side, if we can please him, we will surely shine brightly under his master's command in the future."

"The master will promote us first!"

The Death Eaters who were moving their hands and feet the most were silent. They didn't say a word, but they meticulously prepared the food and hot water that Isabel needed to rest.

These Death Eaters had personally witnessed Isabel using the Shadowless Spell.

In the eyes of others... in the eyes of those ignorant people, Isabel is just a little girl, but in the eyes of those who have seen Isabel, they know very well what kind of strength this Isabel possesses.

More importantly, Isabel has Tom behind her!

If they please Isabel, one day they'll be able to meet Tom. Then all they need to do is have Isabel put in a good word for them...

It's no exaggeration to say that their future is bright!

As for whether Tom will join the Death Eaters...

Now that his sister Isabel has arrived, how far is it from Tom joining the Death Eaters?

The group of people were more agile than if they were gods.

They harbored no resentment; their desire to help Isabel was genuine.

From this day forward, Isabelle is everything to them. Whatever she asks for, they will do their best to fulfill it!

"Why are you two so interested?" Finally, someone noticed the two Death Eaters secretly working hard in the corner. "I remember now, you two seemed to have been to Hogwarts before. Do you know anything about this kid?"

The Death Eaters' expressions changed drastically, and they said, "Don't talk nonsense, we are only absolutely loyal to our master!"

"Since our master told us to take good care of Isabel, then we must do so!"

Although they had already offered an explanation, few of the Death Eaters present were fools. They immediately understood that these people must have discovered something about the girl when they went to Hogwarts!

This guy is definitely not simple!

……

Isabel stood with her hands behind her back, observing the screaming shack like an old man.

As he walked, he nodded from time to time and sighed heavily every now and then, a sight that made Voldemort's heart ache.

This young lady didn't say anything. What was she sighing about?

Voldemort was utterly bewildered. He thought to himself, if Isabel had any complaints, she should just tell him directly!

Can't he fix it on the spot?

But the way he kept nodding, shaking his head, and sighing—anyone who saw him like that would be tempted to drink a couple of jugs of alcohol.

Voldemort rubbed his hands together, then leaned close to Isabel and whispered in her ear, "Miss Isabel, do you think there's anything we Death Eaters need to improve? Is there something you're unhappy about?"

Or, if you don't like someone, no problem, just say the word, and I'll make sure they obey you!

Isabel raised an eyebrow at Voldemort.

I have to say, this old man seems quite sincere, it's just a pity that he's still too ugly.

“However… Miss Isabel, about the potion we were talking about before…”

Isabel immediately turned her head away.

Soon after, the Death Eaters brought out a large pile of food and placed it in front of Isabel. Whether it was food or hot tea, Isabel only had to reach out her hand and someone would come to help her.

Looking at it this way... it seems like the Death Eaters are now mine?

Isabel couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.