Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

Worst of all, Professor Snape's Potions class was held in an underground classroom, where the temperature seemed even lower than elsewhere, and the cold clung to everyone like a ghost.

When students have class in the underground classroom, a cloud of white mist immediately forms in front of them whenever they breathe, as if they have entered another ice and snow world.

Students felt immense pressure every time they attended Professor Snape's class.

In addition to enduring the cold, they also had to face Professor Snape's strict teaching requirements and merciless grading.

This made the students, who were already shivering from the cold, feel even colder.

Jerry focused intently on slicing the herbs with his silver knife, his movements practiced and precise. Hermione, meanwhile, stood beside the heated cauldron, bringing her cold hands close to the warmth, which enveloped her and brought her some comfort.

After Jerry finished processing all the medicinal herbs, he looked at Hermione's rosy cheeks and said with a smile, "We can start brewing the potion now!"

After hearing Jerry's words, Hermione nodded and put the potion into the cauldron according to the steps, stirring and controlling the heat at the same time.

"Jerry, are you staying at school or going back to the orphanage for Christmas break?"

"I don't plan to stay at the school; I'm going back to the orphanage."

Hearing Jerry's words, Hermione was very excited. She said happily, "Great, Jerry! I won't stay at Hogwarts for the holidays either. We can take the train back together."

"I'll introduce you to my parents then. Jerry, you're so great, they'll definitely like you!"

Hermione continued, "Jerry, the Christmas holidays are several days long. May I invite you to my house then? Don't worry about transportation, my dad can pick you up!"

Seeing the expectation in Hermione's eyes, Jerry nodded gently and accepted her invitation.

"That's great, Jerry..."

"Gentlemen, although I really don't want to disturb you, the potion in the cauldron is about to boil!"

Jerry and Hermione were so engrossed in their conversation that they hadn't noticed the potion in the cauldron until Snape appeared beside them and reminded them.

Upon hearing Snape's words, Jerry and Hermione realized what was happening and quickly tried to control the flames and lower the temperature.

Seeing Jerry and Hermione's flustered state, Snape said sarcastically to Jerry, "Mr. Grimm, I don't think you're smart enough to chat while brewing potions. Do you know how dangerous that is!"

Jerry: "..."

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, I was the one who initiated the conversation with Jerry..."

Snape completely ignored Hermione's words and turned to leave!

Jerry shrugged and said to Hermione, "It's okay, Hermione. That's just Snape's personality. At least he didn't lose any house points this time!"

"This is all thanks to you, Jerry. You're from Slytherin, so Snape certainly wouldn't deduct points from your own house!"

Chapter 43 Dementors

"I feel really sorry for some people because they have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas."

"Their hearts must be filled with the pain of being abandoned by their families! Unable to reunite with their loved ones, and never having felt the warmth of home, they must feel a deep loneliness and the pain of being forgotten every time the Christmas bells ring!"

Malfoy stared intently at Harry as he spoke, with an indescribable malice in his eyes.

Crabbe and Goyle chuckled to themselves, their two henchmen echoing Malfoy's sarcastic remarks.

Harry was focused on his potions and ignored them.

Since the Quidditch match, Draco Malfoy's attitude towards Harry Potter has become increasingly gloomy.

He had thought Potter would be humiliated in that match, but the opposite was true. Harry not only pulled off a successful comeback but also led Gryffindor to victory over Slytherin.

This filled Malfoy with frustration and envy and jealousy towards Harry, so he turned to mocking Harry's family.

Upon hearing Malfoy's words, Ron cleared his throat and then said loudly, "Harry, you did an absolutely fantastic job in the last Quidditch match!" He then paused deliberately, glanced at Malfoy, and gave him a provocative smile.

Harry understood Ron's intention, of course. He said calmly, "It's not that difficult. After all, Slytherin isn't a formidable opponent." His words were full of confidence and composure, as if he didn't take his opponents seriously.

Seeing this, Ron seized the opportunity to mock, "Harry, you're only a first-year student, but you're the first first-year student to participate in Quidditch. Some people are so jealous they're practically going crazy, but it's no use, they just don't have your talent! Malfoy, don't you think?"

Their words were like a sharp sword, piercing directly into Malfoy's heart.

Harry and Ron felt a surge of secret satisfaction watching Malfoy grit his teeth and see his eyes blazing with rage.

"If you make any more noise in my class, I will kick you all out!"

Snape's voice suddenly rang out beside them, startling them. Harry and Malfoy both instinctively shrank back and immediately fell silent.

After Snape had walked away, Harry whispered to Ron, "I really hate Snape and Malfoy!"

……

Time flies like an arrow, and before we knew it, the Christmas holidays had arrived.

Jerry packed his bags early and went to the Great Hall to look for Hermione.

The Great Hall was already newly decorated, the Christmas tree lights twinkling brightly, and the air was filled with the warm glow of a fireplace. Jerry searched for Hermione in the crowd; he knew she must have arrived early as well.

Soon after, he saw Hermione standing by the Christmas tree, smiling at him. A faint blush graced her face, shimmering with expectant light. A warm feeling welled up inside Jerry, and he walked towards Hermione. Their eyes met in mid-air.

“Hermione, you look beautiful today,” Jerry said with a smile.

“Thank you, Jerry,” Hermione replied with a smile. “You look great too.”

After taking the luggage from Hermione, Jerry said goodbye to Harry and the others who were playing wizard chess at the long table.

"Goodbye, Harry, Ron, Neville, and don't forget to visit the library during the holidays and look for alchemy books. If you need anything, write to me and have an owl deliver it!"

Before leaving, Jerry urged Harry to hurry up and visit the forbidden section, as Christmas was approaching and Harry would soon receive the Invisibility Cloak.

……

Jerry and Hermione arrived at the busy station with their luggage, where the Hogwarts Express was already waiting.

Just as the two were about to board the train, a familiar and loud voice suddenly echoed in the station.

"Hold your luggage safe, board the bus in an orderly manner, and watch your step!"

Upon hearing the sound, Jerry immediately looked into the distance and saw Hagrid's tall figure standing there.

Jerry waved to Hagrid on the platform and shouted, "Goodbye, Hagrid! Merry Christmas!"

"Goodbye, Jerry! Have a good holiday and Merry Christmas!" Hagrid replied in his distinctive deep voice.

Seeing Hagrid wave to them, Jerry and Hermione smiled knowingly, quickly packed their luggage, and boarded the Hogwarts Express in an orderly fashion.

After the two boarded the train, Jerry began looking for a suitable carriage, and luckily, he soon found an empty one.

Jerry quickly packed his and Hermione's luggage. Before long, the train started moving and slowly pulled out of the station, heading towards King's Cross Station in London.

The carriage was spacious and comfortable, with soft carpets, and the scenery outside the window changed constantly as the train moved.

Perhaps it was the warm and comfortable interior of the carriage that made her relax unconsciously, but not long after boarding, Hermione felt a strong wave of drowsiness wash over her. She gently leaned on Jerry's shoulder and quietly fell asleep.

Jerry felt Hermione's breathing and a tender feeling welled up inside him.

He carefully adjusted his posture to ensure Hermione could rest comfortably, then quietly watched the ever-changing scenery outside the window and listened to the sound of the train. In this peaceful and comfortable environment, Jerry gradually felt a strong drowsiness.

……

As darkness fell, Jerry awoke to a chilling cold.

After glancing at Hermione curled up beside him, he patted her shoulder and softly called out, "Wake up, Hermione!"

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, yawned, and then suddenly sneezed, exhaling a puff of white breath.

The cold air around her stung her hands like needles.

After rubbing her hands together to try and warm her body up a bit, Hermione looked up at Jerry and saw that he was frowning.

Herman felt somewhat puzzled and surprised, as the temperature inside the carriage usually didn't drop this quickly.

"Why is the carriage so cold?" Hermione asked, her voice tinged with confusion and bewilderment.

After glancing at the windows that were starting to freeze, Jerry realized that the temperature inside the carriage was still dropping rapidly, so he prepared to get up and go out to check the situation.

As the corridor door slowly opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in.

As soon as Jerry stepped out of the aisle door, he heard a shrill scream coming from ahead.

The sound was like a sharp knife slicing through ice, sending a chill down one's spine.

Before Jerry could react, a figure dressed in a black robe, whose appearance was like that of a ghost emerging from hell, suddenly appeared before him.

Dementors!!

Chapter 44 The Blood-Red Right Eye

"Stay inside the carriage and don't come out!"

The moment Jerry saw the Dementors, he reacted extremely quickly, immediately closing the corridor door to ensure Hermione's safety.

Then, Jerry quickly pulled his wand from his pocket, staring intently at the Dementor. A tense atmosphere filled the air, as if foreshadowing an upcoming fierce battle.

When Hermione saw Jerry solemnly pull out his wand, she realized there was danger in the carriage, so she took out her own wand and observed the situation outside through the glass door.

When Hermione saw the Dementors outside, she was so frightened that she took several steps back.

It was a fear that came from the bottom of her heart, which made her feel powerless.

Taking a few deep breaths, Hermione tried to suppress the urge to rush out and help, forcing herself to remain calm.

She knew that Jerry knew the Patronus Charm, and that going out now would only cause trouble for Jerry and distract him.

Hermione gripped her wand tightly, silently praying. She believed in Jerry's abilities and was confident he could successfully use the Patronus Charm to defeat the Dementors.

Now, all she can do is stay calm and trust Jerry.

"Expecto Patronum"

Jerry's wand emitted a warm light, and a silver-white guardian spirit flew out from the light at the tip of the wand, rushing towards the Dementor.

The Dementor screamed and took a few steps back after being illuminated by the Patronus's light.

Jerry wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. A blood-red light flashed in his right eye, and the Raven Guardian shone with an even more dazzling white light above Jerry's head.

The radiance was like the stars in the summer night sky, dazzling and fiery, dispelling the surrounding cold and darkness.

The Dementor let out a piercing scream, then tried to use the power of darkness to resist the attack of the silver-white guardian.