Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

Why are you only telling me now!

"Do you know how dangerous this is?" Dumbledore said with a sigh after a moment of silence.

"I never do anything I'm not sure I can handle! Voldemort is only at the Horcrux stage right now. If he really comes back to life, I might still be a little wary! But right now..."

"You must have been there last night, right? We already know the result!"

Grindelwald gas stove, made with German raw materials and British craftsmanship, features a unique blue flame and ignites in one second, existing just for Dumbledore!

"The fire shield is indeed very powerful! But..."

Dumbledore didn't continue speaking, because he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

While the fire shield can indeed incinerate everything, when Grindelwald uses this magic, anyone who shares his ideals can pass through the flames unharmed!

Those who disagreed with him or whose ideas were mixed with too many distracting thoughts were burned to ashes! (Klara was burned to death because she had too many distracting thoughts.)

But last night, amidst the lingering traces of the curse at the scene, he only felt pure slaughter and destruction, with no hope of survival!

This is also what he is most worried about!

"Jerry, I have a question for you. Your fire shield... can anyone get through it?"

Dumbledore stared intently at Jerry, his heart churning with unease. He desperately wanted Jerry's answer, yet feared it would be the very thing he least wanted to hear.

“Of course, Professor, what are you thinking!” Jerry said dejectedly.

Although I killed people, set fires a few times, and "borrowed" some things from the French Ministry of Magic, I am still a kind-hearted, friendly, and helpful child!

I have a great reputation at school!

"Alright, son, I still hope you don't go astray!" Dumbledore looked at Jerry's innocent face, still feeling somewhat uneasy.

Dumbledore is now somewhat regretting his promise to Jerry that he wouldn't interfere with his choices.

Dumbledore: I admit there was an element of gambling involved!

He couldn't imagine that with Jerry's talent, plus the spells he and Grindelwald had taught him, once he went astray, who in the future magical world would be able to stop him!

"Ah, I hope my worries are unnecessary!" Dumbledore murmured to himself.

……

"Jerry, what take you so long to get to the lobby? Breakfast time is over! But I saved you a pie!"

"Thank you, Hermione!"

After leaving the headmaster's office, Jerry rushed to the lobby, but breakfast was already over. Luckily, Hermione had saved him a portion.

"What's wrong with you all? It's Saturday, a day off. Why are you all so listless?" Jerry said while eating a pie.

"Banban is missing. She didn't come back all night!" Ron said, slumped over the table, his voice heavy with distress.

"The diary is gone too!" Harry sighed as well. "I always had a feeling that diary wasn't something special!"

"Don't worry, Ron, Scabbers is probably just like my Rafer, running off to play. He'll be back in a few days!" Neville couldn't help but comfort the two of them, seeing their miserable state.

“It will come back, everything will come back!” Jerry said thoughtfully.

Voldemort wouldn't give up this good opportunity to get close to Harry so easily! As for Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort would force him to return and continue his covert operations even if he didn't come back!

"Jerry, tell me, you must have heard that sound last night too, right?" George and Fred ran over excitedly when they saw Jerry appear and asked.

"What did you hear?" Jerry looked at the twins with a puzzled expression. I wasn't at Hogwarts last night, did something happen?

“Jerry, ignore them! George and Fred are probably up to some prank again!” Ron said helplessly, looking at the twins.

“Ronnie, my little darling! We’re telling the truth!”

"What exactly happened? Can any of you explain this to me?" Jerry asked, glancing at everyone.

"Last night, George and Fred sneaked out for a walk, insisting they heard a dragon roaring in the Forbidden Forest!" Ron whispered, looking at his two excited brothers. "I think they weren't just out for a walk, they were sleepwalking!"

Upon hearing this, Jerry's lips twitched slightly, and the pie in his hand seemed tasteless. He never expected that it was already late at night, almost dawn, and the twin brothers hadn't gone back to sleep yet, but were still wandering around the castle at night.

Chapter 128 is so damn infuriating!

"I don't know! I went to bed very early last night! I didn't hear anything!"

Jerry shook his head vigorously, as if he knew nothing, and then continued eating his pie.

“Really, we really heard it! You can ask Fred if you don’t believe me!” George said excitedly.

"It's Saturday today. George and I plan to sneak into the Forbidden Forest to investigate. We're sure to find evidence!" Fred said, revealing his and George's plan after Harry and the others didn't believe him. Then, amidst the surprised looks of the others, he left the hall.

"Hagrid hasn't secretly kept another dragon, has he?" Neville whispered to the others after seeing that the twins didn't seem to be lying.

Harry and Ron were stunned when they heard Neville's words. After thinking about it carefully, they realized that if George and Fred weren't lying, Hagrid might have gotten another dragon from somewhere and was keeping it in the Forbidden Forest.

He is absolutely capable of doing something like that.

"Are they in any danger?"

As soon as Neville finished speaking, Harry and the others turned to look at Jerry and Hermione. After all, they were the seniors in venturing into the Forbidden Forest and had experience!

"Why are you looking at us!" Hermione said speechlessly. "Jerry and I were captured by the centaurs not long after we went in, and then Professor Snape showed up and brought us out. You can ask Jerry if you don't believe me!"

"Don't worry about them. You should be more concerned about how many points Gryffindor will lose this time than their safety!"

They'll probably be in the same boat as us last time. The Forbidden Forest is centaur territory, after all. It won't be long before they spot George and Fred inside. We might even see the professor coming to fetch them before noon! You should pray that this professor isn't Snape!

"Really! That puts my mind at ease!" Hearing Jerry's words, Ron's worries vanished, and he was now filled with anticipation and schadenfreude.

Just as everyone was talking, a large flock of owls flew in from outside the hall. Most of these were owls belonging to Hogwarts students, and they carried letters and packages from their families.

In the past, none of this had anything to do with Jerry, but today, for the first time ever, an owl stood on his shoulder with a letter in its beak.

Harry and the others looked at Jerry in surprise; this was the first time they'd ever seen an owl deliver a letter to him. Could it be a love letter from a girl at school, with Valentine's Day approaching?

Thinking about this, the three of them felt a strange tightness in their chests!

After Jerry took the envelope, he turned it over and looked at it carefully. The envelope only had Jerry's name on it, without any information about the sender. However, the Deathly Hallows symbol on the wax seal had already told him where the letter came from!

"Whose letter is it?" Hermione asked, equally curious.

“A letter from the family elders!” Jerry didn’t open the envelope, but quietly put the letter away and whispered in Hermione’s ear.

Hermione nodded after hearing the answer. She knew about Jerry and Dumbledore's relationship, so she didn't ask any further questions.

Harry and the others secretly observed Hermione's expression and, seeing that she didn't seem to care about the letter, they all thought they had guessed wrong.

Come to think of it, that makes sense. We're only in second grade, it's still early... my foot!

On December 14th, Valentine's Day, the four walls were covered with large, dazzling pink flowers. Heart-shaped confetti also kept falling from the light blue ceiling.

Jerry received a huge number of Valentine's Day cards in just one morning.

That day, almost all the boys stared blankly at the mountain of cards, snacks, and gifts piled up on Jerry's desk. The exquisite cards were filled with words of blessing, the various snacks emitted an enticing aroma, and all sorts of gifts covered the entire table.

Looking at the food in front of me, all I see is food brought by my house-elves... Why is it dessert, but it tastes so sour?

"Sigh, it's all Lockhart's fault," Jerry sighed, looking at the numerous gifts blocking his view and hindering his studying and eating. "If Professor Lockhart hadn't been showing off the Valentine's Day gifts his female fans gave him to his students, why would everyone have followed suit! Isn't that infuriating!"

The other students who were not far from him looked at him speechlessly after hearing what Jerry said.

So fucking infuriating!

Hermione sat to the side, and when she heard Jerry's words, she looked at him speechlessly, then secretly slipped her gift into his pocket.

"Then why didn't you refuse?" Neville said sourly, sitting across from Jerry.

Before Jerry could speak, another girl came over, handed him the item, and quickly turned and left.

"Now you know why I didn't refuse! They didn't even give me a chance!"

Everyone: "..."

You can kill someone, but you also have to destroy their spirit!

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart entered the hall in a bright pink robe. "So far, I've received double-digit Valentine's Day cards, and I thank each and every one of my friends who sent them."

Lockhart continued, "I have a little surprise for everyone, but this is just the beginning!"

As Lockhart clapped his hands, twelve dwarfs with somber faces, carrying harps on their backs and golden wings on their heads, entered through several doors leading to the foyer.

“My friendly little Cupids with greeting cards!” Lockhart said cheerfully. “They will be going around the school today, handing out Valentine’s Day cards to everyone.”

But the fun doesn't stop there! I'm sure my colleagues would love to join in and share even more joy with you all! For example, you could ask Professor Snape to teach you how to make aphrodisiacs.

"If you're interested in psychedelic magic, Professor Flitwick's expertise in that area is no less than mine, you cunning old dog!"

Flitwick: "Lockhart, **..."

Of all the professors present, except for Lockhart, their expressions were not good; they all had stern faces.

Snape, in particular, had a very grim expression. If any unlucky soul had listened to Lockhart and asked him how to make the love potion, he would have forced them to drink the poison.

But that's normal, since the Hogwarts professors' marital status is indeed not very good, most of them are single, not to mention Snape, who spent his whole life demonstrating what it means to be a childhood sweetheart who falls from the sky. You expect them to celebrate Valentine's Day?

It's a fucking miracle that Lockhart managed to leave Hogwarts alive! Jerry couldn't help but sigh as he watched Snape staring at Lockhart with a sinister look in his eyes.

Chapter 129 Third Bishop: I don't eat beef!

"Is this Hogwarts? I thought I'd gone to the wrong place!"

Harry, who trains at the Quidditch field every night, walked in from outside the hall with dark circles under his eyes. Looking at the surrounding decorations, he thought he had come to the wrong place.

"Have you forgotten what holiday it is today?" Ron said, pointing to the gifts in front of Jerry and the professor's dining area, while Lockhart, who was constantly posing and showing off, said.

Harry: "..."

"Why are you so late today?"

“We practiced Quidditch way too late last night!” Harry said with a yawn. With the match day fast approaching, Wood was practically treating them like dirt!

Practice on sunny days, practice on cloudy days, practice even in the rain! Practice hard in light rain, practice relentlessly in heavy rain, and even practice through gaps in downpours!

"Jerry!" Lockhart, who was standing in front, suddenly shouted in Jerry's direction, then ran excitedly to the group and grabbed Jerry's hand. "Looks like we outstanding kids are popular at school too! But it's not good for you to accept gifts from girls at such a young age. Look at Mr. Potter, who is also very famous, he didn't accept a single gift!"

Harry: "..." Lockhart, I'm so sorry.