Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Eighteen years in the future, Hermione had become even more perfect than Evan had ever imagined.

Evan knew Hermione from the age of eleven to fifteen, a student of Hogwarts, but the fully mature Hermione in front of him now, the Minister of Magic, was not just the adult version of the young Hermione, but a change from the inside out.

She was more mature both physically and in her demeanor.

Her allure was enhanced by a sharp elegance, yet her eyes remained unchanged, still exuding a sharp intelligence.

If he had to compare, Evan might still prefer the Hermione he was familiar with, but this Hermione made him feel something more. Sleeping beside this Hermione would be amazing, although hugging the younger Hermione was also quite nice…

“How do I look?” Delphi asked, looking down at herself. “Are there any flaws?”

“Overall, not bad, this should be what she looks like,” Evan nodded; Hermione eighteen years later was exactly what he expected. “But the temperament is still a little bit off. You should act more naturally, and…”

“Alright, Evan, you sound like you know the Minister of Magic very well,” Delphi responded with a smile.

Indeed, Evan did know her very well. That smile was exactly like the one he was familiar with. He had seen it countless times.

If the real Hermione were here, Evan would have jumped up and hugged her!

“Tom, what do you think?”

“Identical,” Riddle said softly.   

“Yes, I think it’s perfect. There’s nothing to fault. I’ve heard them tell me about her and I know how to imitate her. Anyway, don’t be too nervous, Evan. We’ll succeed,” said Delphi.   

“Let’s hope so!”   

“Let’s go quickly. The effect of the potion is only one hour,” said Delphi. “Let’s not waste time…”   

Evan, Riddle, and Delphi returned to the Ministry of Magic. They followed the flow of people to the Atrium.   

The effect of Hermione’s identity was obvious. Many people greeted them along the way.  

At the door check, the guard simply recorded the fake names reported by Evan and Riddle, and after registering the fake wands, let them enter without making too many inquiries or identity checks.   

“Everything is going well. Now we just need to go to the Minister’s office,” said Delphi. “I have inquired. The Minister is very busy these days and won’t be in the office. She’s attending meetings with the International Confederation of Wizards and various countries’ Ministries of Magic to discuss current affairs.”   

Delphi knew all the top secret information about the Ministry of Magic.   

She had been able to get Hermione’s hair, knew her whereabouts, and had a way to enter the Department of Mysteries, as well as other specific information about the Ministry of Magic officials, but she couldn’t find anyone to accompany her to the Minister’s office.   

In a way, this really matched the style of those pure-blood Wizarding families!   

This group of cowards, they would hide behind to plot and provide information, and would rather let a fifteen-year-old girl charge forward than to easily show up…   

“Where’s the Minister’s office?” Evan asked. The layout of the Ministry of Magic in front of him was completely different from what he remembered.   

In his memory, the Minister’s Office was on Level One underground. After getting off the lift, he would enter a large hall, and then, in order, were the Office of the Advisor to the Minister for Magic, the Office of the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, and the Office of the Junior Assistant to the Minister for Magic. At the end of the hall was the Minister’s Office.

“It’s right above your head,” said Delphi, pointing upwards.   

Evan looked up and saw the crystal building that looked like a semicircular lampshade at the intersection of countless escalators right above the hall.   

It was the highest point of the Ministry of Magic, and one could overlook the entire hall from top to bottom.  

“That’s where the Minister’s Office is, the highest authority in the Ministry. You can get there by escalator, but we’ll take the lift instead to encounter fewer people,” said Delphi. “Tom, are you coming with us?”   

“No, it’s better if we split up,” said Riddle. “I’ll go up the escalator. See you upstairs.”   

He waved at Evan and Delphi before stepping onto the nearest escalator. It was obvious that he was in high spirits.   

Evan was not sure how far Riddle could stay from the ring, and hoped that this guy would not cause any trouble or do anything dangerous.   

The lift they were taking was one of the old ones the Ministry had always used, stopping at every level, but no one used it except Evan and Delphi. He could hear the cold, indifferent voice of a woman announcing the names of each department level by level. Some were familiar to Evan, while others were new.   

“You’d better put on the Invisibility Cloak, Evan,” said Delphi. “Make sure to stick close to me.” 

“Don’t worry. You know how to get into the Minister’s Office, right?” Evan put on his Invisibility Cloak.   

“I know all the magic in the Ministry.”   

At that moment, the disembodied female voice said, “Level Two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement!”

The golden grilles opened, and Evan saw a messy corridor. The doors of the offices on both sides were open, and there were bustling sounds and a busy scene. In addition, an unexpected person appeared outside the door, Percy Weasley.   

In a way, Percy eighteen years later looked remarkably like Mr. Barty Crouch back in the day. 

His clothes were the most traditional wizard robes, as if he had stayed in the last century, meticulous; his red hair was carefully combed, not a single strand was messy; he wore a pair of thick glasses, giving off an aura of authority, every inch the stern official.

He was standing outside the lift, holding a thick material in his hand, and did not notice that there was someone in the lift.

Evan could feel that Delphi took a breath and hoped that the grilles would just close…

Percy’s sudden appearance was obviously something that was not planned.

“Hermione,” Percy looked up and looked at Delphi in surprise. “Weren’t you supposed to be at the International Confederation of Wizards?”

“Oh, yes, I, I came back early to rest for a while, you know,” Delphi said.

“It’s really bad. The situation is getting more and more serious every day. The number of those outsiders is increasing. If necessary, we should formally notify the Muggle Prime Minister to stop the wars in the Middle East. They have severely affected the Wizarding World.”

“You are absolutely right,” said Delphi. “If…”

“If you have some time, I hope you can come to my office. Regarding the latest bill to restrict the rights of pure-blood wizards, there are a few points I need to discuss with you again,” said Percy, not realizing that Hermione in front of him was a fake.

“I need to get back to my office first, you know.”

Obviously, Percy didn’t understand at all, or his enthusiasm for work made him oblivious to everything else.

“Come on, Hermione, this won’t take you more than a few minutes,” He continued. “What has Evan been doing recently? The school term is about to start. Your family has received the Hogwarts admission letter this year, right? I hope…”

Evan watched Delphi walk out, hesitant for a moment and didn’t follow, hoping that Delphi wouldn’t give herself away.

Anyway, just as he suspected, this plan was full of loopholes!

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