Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Author: Master of Mules and Horses

Summary:

"He improved magic, invented potions, and made remarkable achievements in alchemical research."

Because of that damned power struggle, the world only knows the name of me, the Dark Lord, but ignores how many people I have saved!

The problem isn't my magic; the problem is the prejudice in people's hearts.

……

The Daily Prophet's feature interview with Jimmy Blaine sparked a wave of criticism upon its release.

[Contains elements of oppression and transformation (not the main character); please do not read if you mind.]

Chapter 1 Sister Benelli...Auntie

1991 years.

The streets of London...

"Jimmy, are you serious?" Beneath her naturally curly brown hair, her bright and beautiful face showed a flustered surprise. Benelli's eyes still seemed to doubt whether the boy in front of her was sober.

The woman's hands, holding the ice cream, were trembling slightly, her expression constantly shifting between surprise and bewilderment.

"If you don't want to..."

Jimmy, who was facing Benelli who was squatting down, had two red cheeks like two clouds. His hands were nervously twisted together behind his back, and his body swayed back and forth. He never dared to look the young woman in front of him, who was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

Benelli let out a slow, almost inaudible sob, threw away the cumbersome ice cream, and hugged Jimmy tightly. "Oh! My poor Jimmy, it's okay, from now on, your sister is family."

The pale-faced, black-haired boy froze for a moment, then turned around and hugged the kind-hearted older sister, his face a mixture of tears and laughter. From now on, he would no longer be a child without a home!

"Waaaa~ Sister Benelli~!"

He made a promise in his heart that he would definitely let the kind and gentle Benelli live a luxurious and wealthy life in the future.

Shortly after he transmigrated two years ago, he formulated a complete plan for the future.

He would first live as a homeless person for two years to find a suitable adoptive family to resolve his identity issue. Then, he would have the kind person who adopted him expose his previous two years of independent living through a reporter, thus creating a persona of being both intelligent and pitiful.

The rest was simple...

He takes on commercial orders, appears on variety shows, and makes movies. When he gets older, he works in the entertainment industry, creating scandals and generating buzz. After becoming an adult, he becomes a movie star and uses his accumulated wealth to invest in Apple, Google, and Microsoft, making a fortune and achieving financial freedom!

Once this combo is executed, Benelli's sister's later life will be spicy!

Jimmy gets excited every time he thinks about this perfect plan.

Benelli hugged Jimmy for a full five minutes before reluctantly letting go. She stood up, and her extraordinary height made the ten-year-old Jimmy have to look up at her.

The huge bulge under the brown trench coat covered half of his face, and the sun overhead looked more like a halo.

Compared to the stylish Benelli, Jimmy, the little homeless man, looked much more shabby, wearing a faded, oversized denim jacket and haphazardly cut, fashionable ripped jeans. If it weren't for the severe fading, the outfit would have been quite stylish.

A warm, large hand took Jimmy's small hand in itss. Benelli wiped away tears of emotion from the corner of his eyes and said with a smile, "Come on, my little angel, let's go get you some new clothes!"

Nodding emphatically, Jimmy reaffirmed his choice. After knowing Benelli for over a year, he was certain that she was an excellent choice in terms of both character and qualifications, a perfect human cub caretaker.

……

"Is this dress a gift for me?"

"Of course! Go try it!"

"Can I eat this?"

"why not!"

Jimmy deliberately wolfed down his food, but at appropriate moments, he let out a slightly embarrassed expression.

Give Benelli another pitiful look, like a cub, to provide her with immense emotional value.

Just as he had expected, Benelli's sister showed pity and kept telling him to eat slowly.

Finally, Benelli took Jimmy to get a clean and neat haircut, and they returned to their rented apartment in the evening.

Benelli lives in a mid-to-high-end apartment located near central London.

Arriving at room 301 on the third floor, the apartment wasn't very large, with only one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom, about fifty or sixty square meters. It had a simple style and not many unnecessary decorations.

Back home, Benelli pushed Jimmy into the bathroom.

Ok? !

Looking at the locked bathroom door, Jimmy felt that something was wrong.

"What's wrong, Jimmy? Do you hate taking baths?" Seeing Jimmy motionless, Benelli knelt down to help him take off his clothes, his eyes filled with loving kindness without any other emotion.

I'm really not that old now, but my public image... sigh...

For the sake of a better life in the future, he had no choice but to submit to his older sister's loving kindness.

After taking a shower, Jimmy's body was scrubbed until it was white and rosy. Aunt Benelli... seemed to have a cleanliness obsession; every part of the house was cleaned spotlessly, and he was washed clean as well.

The apartment only had one room, and kind Aunt Benelli certainly wouldn't let Jimmy sleep on the sofa. After changing Jimmy into a silk robe, he was placed on the double bed.

After a day of walking and pretending, Jimmy lay in bed, his eyelids drooping with sleep.

Even though Aunt Benelli's hand was making him a little uncomfortable, his eyelids still involuntarily closed.

In his hazy state of consciousness, Jimmy seemed to feel something warm on his neck, and a strong heartbeat coming from where his back was pressed against Aunt Benelli's...

The next day, the first thing I saw when I woke up was an unfamiliar ceiling.

who am I? where am I?

After a few moments of confusion, Jimmy remembered that he had just taken the first step in his plan to achieve financial freedom yesterday. He felt refreshed and full of hope for the future!

I took a deep breath; the room was filled with Aunt Benelli's sweet fragrance.

Bright sunlight streamed through the edges of the green curtains, seemingly heralding a brighter future for Jimmy's life!

Jimmy jumped out of bed to straighten his messy pajamas and walked out of the bedroom, where he saw Aunt Benelli taking off her apron in the open kitchen.

Aunt Benelli picked up the plates from the bar and placed them on the coffee table in the living room, her face beaming with the happiness of a new mother.

She ate very quickly because she had to go to work today, so Jimmy volunteered to wash the dishes.

"You're so thoughtful. Stay home and watch TV. I'll be right back. Don't wander around!"

Jimmy received a kiss on the cheek. He feigned shyness and watched Aunt Benelli leave with a satisfied look on her face, inwardly giving himself a perfect score for his acting skills.

After washing the dishes, Jimmy wandered around the room to learn more about Aunt Benelli. Skipping over some unimportant details, he found a somewhat old white notebook in the drawer of his bedroom desk. When he opened it, he discovered it was Aunt Benelli's diary!

I need to understand her better in order to win her heart!

With that thought in mind, Jimmy hummed a tune as he took his diary to the bright living room and began to read it while sipping his brewed black tea.

"Who in their right mind keeps a diary?!"

Jimmy made a harmless joke in his hometown dialect, took a sip of red tea, and kept glancing at the contents of the diary.

Spying on other people's secrets can be incredibly exciting, but as you keep looking, you get this tingling sensation, like your brain is about to grow.

'On July 16, 1988, my neighbor's little Tom had grown up and wasn't as cute as he used to be. He still liked me a lot. If he hadn't been so naughty, maybe I would have liked him too.'

He flipped through another dozen or so pages.

'September 2, 1990... Going to audition for a modeling job was surprisingly successful! The way they looked, wearing such beautiful clothes but too shy to talk to people, was so adorable! I really wanted to get closer to them; I wonder if I'll ever have that chance again...'

Jimmy put down his teacup and simply flipped to the very end of his diary.

'On August 13, 1991, he was so cute and polite. I really wished he were mine…'

"August 17, 1991, I can't describe my feelings in words. God! Thank God! I will cherish this gift you have given me!!! Oh my god! He smells so good!"

Jimmy's pupils dilated instantly. He slammed his diary shut, jumped up as if he'd been pricked by a needle, and shivered from the cold.

He shakily found the remote control, turned on the TV, and checked the date marked in the corner: August 18, 1991.

Chapter 2 The Golden Book

An apartment room of 40 or 50 square meters is small, but as a prison, it seems too big.

The vast emptiness made Jimmy appear tiny. He paced back and forth in front of the TV, looking at himself repeatedly. He rushed into the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes before calming down.

"So that's how it is! Hehe..."

Jimmy slumped on the sofa, the lingering effects of the cold water keeping his mind completely calm and clear. He chewed on a finger biscuit and began to think about how to end things.

Although that old lady Benelli still has some good looks, it's not acceptable!

I'm only ten years old, you can't do that!

Should I go back to my old life of homelessness? I finally found a high-quality meal ticket... Maybe I should talk to Benelli tonight?

I'm afraid that won't work... Only God knows how much she would love the gift God has given her. We can't gamble with an old lady's moral integrity!

Torn between running away and submitting to a rich woman, Jimmy struggled with these two choices, which were like a tug-of-war in his mind. In the end, he made the choice based on pure reason.

run!

I can wander for another year or two and look for a new partner, preferably an older couple in their forties or fifties, married but without children; I'm such a fool to fantasize that a young and beautiful older woman can be a qualified mother!

After making the decision, Jimmy immediately got up, neatly packed and folded the clothes that Aunt Benelli had bought for her yesterday, and after searching for a while, she finally found a paper bag in the storage room that every house has and put it in.

I also took a large bottle of milk and a few oranges from the refrigerator as payment for playing with you all day yesterday!

Jimmy carried the paper bag to the door, turned the doorknob, but the door wouldn't open.

He checked carefully, turned the lock a few times, and pulled the doorknob, but the door remained firmly locked. "Is it locked?"

Jimmy put down the paper bag and studied it for a while, trying several times, but he still couldn't open the door.

Am I really locked inside?!

The oranges in the paper bag fell to the ground and rolled around. Jimmy also slumped to the ground. The enclosed room suddenly felt colder. He crawled shivering, his facial features contorted. He almost cried because he was so stupid.

Yesterday I washed myself clean and gave myself away, thinking it was the beginning of a happy life, but it turned out to be like a lamb entering a tiger's den!

Now I really have to submit to a rich woman!