Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"Why didn't I sense it before?" Jerry wondered. "Is it an ability brought about by bloodline awakening?"

Jerry lightly touched Catherine's skin with his fingertips, groping around her wrist.

"Hmm~"

Upon hearing the sound, Jerry immediately looked up and saw that Catherine's ears were slightly red and her face was flushed.

Your face is as red as a teapot of bubbles!

After finding nothing else amiss, Jerry released the other person's hand.

"Your Majesty, you are about to go to Paris, do you need my help...?"

“Catherine, you’re one of my confidantes now, so just say what you want to say directly. There’s no need to beat around the bush.” Seeing that she seemed hesitant to speak, Jerry began to use manipulative tactics.

Sure enough, upon hearing Jerry's words, Catherine's eyes burned even brighter, and she exclaimed excitedly, "Catherine will always belong to Your Majesty!"

Seeing Catherine's fanatical gaze, Jerry swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine. He thought to himself, "Could this apostle be some kind of pyramid scheme in the magical world? Is their brainwashing ability really that strong?!"

"Just say what you want to say, there's no need to beat around the bush."

"Your Majesty, you are about to go to France. Do you need Catherine to accompany you? The Mughal Party are a bunch of unruly people! Even if you are a member of the Grindelwald family!"

Oh, that's all! Jerry thought it was something big!

Upon hearing Catherine's words, Jerry pretended to be deep in thought, occasionally revealing a worried expression.

After a long silence, Jerry suddenly spoke up with an arrogant and confident tone: "I don't need you. I have my own plans. This time in France, I'll find a way to make them my people!"

Jerry wasn't lying; he wanted the UMNO to be his people, not the Apostles' people!

As for why the UMNO is in France, well, maybe they speak German!

Hearing Jerry's words, Catherine was somewhat disappointed, but her gaze towards Jerry grew even more adoring. Then, after kicking the gifts from the other people in the room, she said disdainfully, "Your Majesty, do you need me to throw away this trash for you? Why don't you move to the private lounge? I'll take care of your private life from now on!"

Haha! Are you here to take care of me? I'm too embarrassed to call you out on it!

……

"Goyle, Crabbe, you two idiots, hurry up!" Malfoy urged impatiently from the dormitory doorway.

"Gore, I'll go first..." Before he could finish speaking, Malfoy's pupils contracted and his face suddenly turned horrified. He saw Catherine straightening her clothes as she walked out of Jerry's bedroom, her face slightly flushed!

Malfoy: ? ? ?

What happened? Did I see things wrong?

"Good evening, Ms. Ferris!" Coming to his senses, Malfoy tried to remain calm as he greeted Catherine as she approached.

Catherine ignored Malfoy, her face remaining icy, only giving him a cold glance before leaving the boys' dormitory indifferently.

"Hiss!" Malfoy gasped, a storm raging in his heart: "It seems I've stumbled upon an incredible secret!"

Wasn't it always said that Katherine Ferris was incredibly aloof? She doesn't seem like the stereotype at all!

Although Malfoy had heard that many Slytherin girls had feelings for Jerry, he had never seen anyone act so quickly, even going so far as to go to the boys' dormitory!

Is Jerry really that amazing?

Thinking of this, Malfoy looked in the direction of Jerry's dormitory, his eyes even showing a hint of admiration!

Guys, the boss has gone mad! Only one chapter today, I'll make up for the rest tomorrow!

Chapter 72 Headmaster Dumbledore, I want to take care of you in your old age!

When Jerry entered the auditorium, the students from each college had already taken their seats.

The Great Hall is decorated entirely in Slytherin green and silver, symbolizing their seven consecutive years of House Cup victory.

Behind the professors' seats, a huge banner hung on the wall, depicting Slytherin's house crest, proudly displaying Slytherin's glory and splendor to all.

Unlike his first Sorting, when Jerry stepped into the Slytherin Long Table area again, he felt an almost enthusiastic welcome from the snakes.

This is the spirit of Slytherin: they revere pure blood, but are even more captivated by the existence of the strong.

Before the dinner began, Dumbledore tapped his wine glass on the table with his spoon, making a "clink! clink! clink!" sound to signal everyone to be quiet.

After a short while, the noise in the auditorium subsided.

"Time flies! Another school year has passed!" Dumbledore announced happily from the front. "Before you enjoy these delicious foods, I would like to ask you to listen to this old man's ramblings for a few minutes."

"This year has been incredibly fruitful! Your little heads must be brimming with knowledge. Summer vacation is just around the corner, so you have plenty of time to digest this new knowledge and prepare for the next semester."

"Now, let's reveal the winners of the House Cup. The scores for each house are as follows: Gryffindor, 312 points; Hufflepuff, 352 points; and second place, Ravenclaw, 426 points."

"First place, Slytherin House, with a score of 472 points."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, Slytherin's area erupted in enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Malfoy even deliberately pointed his wine glass at Harry and banged it on the table, making an unpleasant noise!

Noticing Malfoy's movement, Harry frowned involuntarily, then turned to Ron and the others beside him and said, "If only all Slytherin students were like Jerry!"

Ron, Neville, and the others nodded in agreement.

Jerry clapped along with everyone else, but he knew the main event was yet to come!

Old Deng... no, I should say grandfather, I've been so worried about you!

Although I don't care about the Academy Cup, it's not fair to not even give me this!

I can refuse to accept it, but you can't refuse to give it!

“However, there are a few things to consider before calculating the final score. I still have a portion of the points to allocate,” Dumbledore said.

“Mr. Ronald Weasley,” Dumbledore announced, “played the most brilliant game of chess at Hogwarts in years, and I award Gryffindor fifty points for that.”

“Miss Hermione Granger,” Dumbledore continued, “for her calm and logical reasoning amidst the flames, I award Gryffindor fifty points for her courage and wisdom.”

“Third, Harry Potter,” Dumbledore said solemnly, “demonstrated fearlessness and superhuman courage, and I would give Gryffindor an extra sixty points for his actions.”

“There are many kinds of courage,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “To fight the enemy on the battlefield, we need courage beyond that of ordinary people. However, to not abandon one’s friends in the face of danger also requires great courage.”

"Therefore, I would like to add fifty points to Mr. Neville Longbottom."

As Dumbledore finished speaking, the Great Hall erupted in a deafening uproar.

The Gryffindor students cheered loudly, their voices hoarse, while silently calculating their house scores. At this moment, Gryffindor's house score had surpassed that of Slytherin.

Dumbledore gently raised one hand, a movement both delicate and powerful, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

The noise in the auditorium gradually subsided, and tranquility returned.

"Finally, Jerry Green, with his calm thinking and formidable strength, defeated his powerful enemy, so he earns an extra 80 points for Slytherin House!"

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the previously resentful Slytherin students erupted in cheers and applause. They shouted "Slytherin!" and were proud of their house's honor.

Jerry looked at the cheering students around him and thought to himself, "Dumbledore is really something, he's providing so much emotional value!"

The Gryffindors' emotions were like a rollercoaster ride.

Originally full of expectations, their spirits plummeted after learning that the House Cup had been won by Slytherin. Even the usually optimistic and cheerful Weasley twins couldn't help but sigh, their faces filled with disappointment.

"Jerry is the reason Slytherin won the House Cup!"

Someone in the crowd said something that made everyone think it made sense. Slytherin won the House Cup because of Jerry, so it's alright!

Then he turned around and shouted loudly, "Jerry Green! Jerry Green...!"

As more and more students filled the hall, calling out his name, Jerry scratched his head, somewhat hesitant.

What does this mean?! Are they going to give a speech later?!

……

After the dinner, Jerry declined several senior students' private invitations in the Slytherin common room and returned to his dormitory.

As soon as Jerry stepped into the dormitory, he immediately sensed something was wrong. Someone had secretly come to his dormitory while he was away.

Jerry became wary and slowly walked to the table, where he found a rectangular wooden box left on it.

Jerry always assumes the worst of people, so he immediately took out his wand, assumed a defensive stance, carefully approached the wooden box, and then slowly opened it.

Elder Wand?

When Jerry opened the box, he was shocked to find Dumbledore's Elder Wand inside!

Is Dumbledore getting dementia? I was just joking with him last time.

Jerry never expected that Dumbledore would actually hand over the Elder Wand to him!

“This…this is my own grandfather!” From now on, Jerry doesn’t care about his background anymore; Dumbledore will be his grandfather from now on!

There was no other meaning behind it; Jerry just saw that Dumbledore was getting old and wanted to take care of him in his old age!

Jerry slowly picked up the Elder Wand, and in that instant, he felt a strong and profound power surging within it. This power was like an ancient river, steady and powerful.

Jerry originally thought that because he hadn't defeated Dumbledore, the Elder Wand would resist him when he used it.

However, to Jerry's surprise, he did not feel any discomfort or resistance. On the contrary, he felt that there seemed to be a wonderful tacit understanding between him and the wand.

Jerry even sensed a hint of excitement emanating from the wand.

Chapter 73 I'm still a child!

The following afternoon, the exam results were announced as scheduled. As expected, Jerry achieved the highest score, ranking first. Hermione followed closely behind, performing equally well.

Harry, Ron, and Neville also passed their exams with excellent results.

At dinner time, the atmosphere around the Gryffindor long table was exceptionally lively. Jerry sat with Harry, Ron, and Neville, discussing their upcoming summer plans.

"Jerry, when are you going to France with Dumbledore? Do we need to prepare in advance?" Hermione asked curiously in a low voice. "I heard they have a magic school there too. I wonder how it's different from Hogwarts!"

As the two were having a lively conversation, Jerry suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Professor Snape.

Although Harry and the others had learned of the misunderstanding with Professor Snape and uncovered the truth, they still couldn't help feeling a trace of fear when they faced Snape's gloomy face again. After exchanging a glance, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Professor Snape, what brings you here?"

Professor Snape's expression turned slightly serious. "Headmaster Dumbledore wants you to go to his office now. The password is: Lemon Olaf."