Hogwarts: Hermione and I switched identities!

"I still need to think about it. I plan to go back and talk to Tom."

"You won't be able to see Tom anytime soon; he's currently studying with Hermione and the God of Memory."

"If you want to see Tom, there's only one way: take my place and become the new Grim Reaper. Only then can you see the other gods."

……

Tom's lips twitched in the distance.

Anyone who didn't know better would think the teacher was telling the truth. Tom looked at the witch's expression and even started to doubt himself. But he knew the real story.

This is pure witch lying. He never went to find any God of Memory. Rather, it's just that the guy didn't welcome him.

I went there twice, and each time I scooped up a lot of stuff from the other party's fishpond. In the end, my memory turned sour that I blacklisted Tom.

Tom and Hermione had very little contact.

Tom's current understanding of Hermione comes entirely from his Ravenclaw predecessors.

Tom only knew that Hermione was doing well over there and that her study of memory magic was going fairly well, but he had no idea what the specifics were.

She only knew that it wasn't much different from what the witch had said; Hermione was almost a memory god.

The thought that the girl who always followed the rules might become a god in the future gave Tom a sense of hope for the magical world.

The question remains: will Hermione be able to maintain order in the magical world without interfering with it?

As the goddess of memory, Hermione is absolutely not allowed to act according to her personal grudges. Of course, theoretically, Isabel is not allowed to either, but Tom thinks that if he were ever wronged, Isabel might not care.

“Tom, you haven’t really been back in the real world lately,” Arthur said to Tom while protecting his weapon. “No wonder Isabel and the others are so resentful. You’ve been in here for quite a while now, haven’t you?”

Tom counted on his fingers, and it seemed that only four or five months had passed since Gara regained her human form.

But thinking about it, Misha and his team actually managed to build a castle that belonged to him in just four or five months.

"I'll be going back in a couple of days, but it's not the right time yet."

Arthur looked at Tom strangely: "Isn't now the time? What are you waiting for?"

Tom gazed into the distance: "If the teacher didn't want to, he wouldn't have needed to say all this to Isabel, but since he's already laid everything bare about Death..."

I suspect he'll become the God of Memory soon, or perhaps he already is already the God of Memory.

I'm waiting for Hermione to come back to me from the God of Memory. As soon as he becomes a god, he'll definitely come over immediately.

……

Tom was right; it was in a faraway, unnoticed corner.

Hermione was radiating faint golden light, which was impossible to see unless you were very close.

But anyone with eyes can see that Hermione is very different now than before.

Hermione's entire demeanor underwent a dramatic change. She was no longer the gentle and cute sweet girl she used to be, but instead showed a hint of a mature and sophisticated woman.

Unfortunately, Hermione is not old enough yet, and she still retains some girlish innocence. Once she grows up, this innocence will disappear completely, and any remaining childishness will change immediately.

The blond man now stood behind Hermione, looking into her eyes and nodding.

In less than a year, Hermione had completely mastered her memory magic, which was beyond her imagination.

He anticipated that he would need at least three months to learn, to see the vast emptiness before advancing and mastering his own memory magic.

However, to the blond man's surprise, Hermione skipped the previous steps and merged the Oblivion and his memory magic together, learning them as one.

The blond man nodded, a gesture of approval towards Hermione.

He saw Hermione biting her lip, a look of pain on her face.

However, the blond man knew this was normal; after all, Hermione was ultimately just an ordinary wizard who had been forced to accept them. The power of the gods was not such a simple matter.

If Hermione survives, she can become the new Voice of Memory.

Not only was the blond man present, but the other little girl and Ravenclaw were also standing behind Hermione.

They looked at Hermione with anticipation, after all, it was a rare treat to see a wizard, to witness a god before their very eyes.

It could even be said that such an opportunity might not occur even once in tens of millions of years.

The blond man stood with his hands behind his back, a look of relief flashing across his face, but in that instant, he also seemed to have aged considerably.

“Teacher…” Ravenclaw called out to the blond man, but there was no response; he was simply gazing up at his own space.

"Teacher, are you leaving from now on?"

Upon hearing Ravenclaw's words, the blond man hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ravenclaw in front of him with confusion: "What are you talking about? Why should I leave?"

Hermione has become a god, not me. I've lost the divine favor, but I'll lose my current long lifespan.

Despite this, I am still a pretty good wizard, and I still have plenty of time in the future to fish in this space.

I've already made my plans. I'm going to spend all my time fishing from now on. One day I'll be better than that Tom guy.

At this point, the blond man seemed to remember something. He asked Ravenclaw, "Right, I remember Tom built a castle for himself, maybe I can go and take a look."

Go and tell Tom to set aside a spot for raising fish while he's building the castle.

Ravenclaw could hardly believe his ears. He asked the blond man, "Teacher, are you going to live with Tom from now on?"

"Living together? No, no, no, I just intend to get along well with him. I will still come back here at night."

After all, Hermione has only just become a god, and I don't know what will happen if I leave her alone.

Moreover, this place holds certain memories for me, and I can't possibly give it up completely.

So you don't need to worry about this; I have my own ideas.

As he spoke, the blond man continued walking outside, leaving Ravenclaw with only his back to him.

As Ravenclaw watched his teacher's retreating figure, he always felt that the teacher seemed to have aged considerably.

Previously, Ravenclaw had always felt that his teacher was the one who most wanted to retire, but now that things have really come to this, he feels that his teacher still has a deep attachment to this space.

Before Ravenclaw could even sigh, he heard the blond man turn away and sigh, "Damn it, why did I catch fewer fish than Tom that day? What kind of drug did that guy put in my pond?"

I absolutely have to find out how that guy did it!

As he spoke, the blond man turned to look at his students and said, "Keep an eye on Hermione. She should be fine now, but she might feel a little out of sorts after waking up."

I need to go out for a bit.

Ravenclaw's lips twitched. He asked the blond man, "Teacher, you're not going to find Tom on Death's side, are you?"

"Why would I want to see him?" The blond man became serious like a child who had been exposed, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, but he could only force himself to stay calm. "I just wanted to finally let go of the burdens I had carried for so long, so I wanted to go out and see the world. After all, it's rare to have such an opportunity."

Although I can leave this area regularly, it's still quite rare to have the chance to wander around outside without a care in the world.

After he finished speaking, he left the area and reappeared standing in front of Tom.

……

The blond man grabbed Tom's shoulder. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "Tom, tell me now! Why were you able to catch so many fish that day!"

I've been trying to imitate your movements for the past few days, but I haven't learned anything. How do you do it?!

I went back and imitated you for two whole days, two whole days!

Just tell me, did you use a magic potion? Even if you tell me the truth, I won't do anything to you.

The blond man appeared before him using a teleportation spell. Tom simply sighed, "Senior, I've said it many times, no potion will work on your fish."

I only succeeded through hard work, sweat, and hundreds of practice sessions. If you can work as hard as I did, I believe you can do it too.

"Who are you trying to fool!" the blond man growled at Tom rudely. "What haven't I seen? What don't I know? I've caught so many fish, and you've only been here a short time!"

If you call all of that effort and sweat, then what did what I did before count as?

Tom: "You've got guts..."

blond man: "..."

He fell silent, but gripped Tom's shoulders tightly and shook him repeatedly, his eyes fixed on Tom, trying to discern something secret from his gaze.

But Tom had no choice but to let the blond man manipulate these things on his body.

In the distance, Isabel, who had been hesitating on the wizard's tower, saw this scene. He pointed at Tom in the distance and was about to go down and teach the blond man a lesson when the witch suddenly stopped Isabel.

The witch shook her head at Isabel: "Although I hate that guy, he's no ordinary person. You're so smart, you should be able to guess who he is, right?"

Isabel's lips moved, and she spoke, "That person is the Memory God you spoke of?"

The witch nodded, gazing intently into Isabel's eyes: "Now you should understand how vast the difference is between humans and gods."

No matter how powerful Tom is, no matter how much magic he has learned, he is still just an ordinary person. When faced with someone like that, Tom has absolutely no way to deal with them.

One day, someone will stand in front of Tom to protect him. If you accept that, it could be you; if you don't, it will only be Hermione.

Isabel paused, looking at the witch before him but seeing no hint of smugness in her eyes.

Isabel knew that what the man said was true.

Even though they were far apart, and even though Isabel hadn't yet made a move against the blond man, she could still sense the magical energy emanating from him.

That magical energy fluctuation was far stronger than his own; he didn't even dare to look directly at it. Isabel felt as if she were staring at a ferocious beast.

If the beast also looked at her, Isabelle felt she would be powerless to fight back.

"So, have you thought it through now?" The witch's lips curled up slightly. "I've said it before, becoming a god doesn't mean you'll lose your freedom. On the contrary, you'll gain immense power, enough to protect your loved ones."

"Only one of you and Misha can become a god. Misha has no chance, but you... Isabel, only you have the chance."

After saying that, the witch stopped looking at Isabel and silently turned away.

Unseen by Isabel, the witch slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

He still had to thank the blond man this time; if it weren't for his intervention, Isabel might have been struggling with this decision for a long time.

but now……

Isabel slowly clenched her fist and gritted her teeth: "I promise you, I hope you will abide by the rules."

Once I've mastered the art of controlling life and death, if I find myself unable to leave this area, I'll come looking for trouble with you.

I don't want to stay here forever; it would be so boring.

"No, don't worry, child." The witch reached out and gently touched Isabel's head. "Now, child, close your eyes."