Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Fred understood immediately and said, "The remaining 1 can be given to Ron; he'll be overjoyed!"

George grinned mischievously and said, "Next time we need to do chores, let him do it!"

The two burst into laughter and high-fived each other in celebration.

Jimmy gathered the mountain of sicoes into his arms, counted them carefully, and then put them away with satisfaction.

"By the way, Jimmy, when are you planning to start working on your card game?"

Having tasted success, George and Fred wanted to develop the card game even faster, and they wanted to continue making money.

Whether Ginny can get a new robe from her old one depends on the upcoming card game!

Fred also shared some information: "We inquired this morning and found out that Jacob doesn't have anyone he likes, so we're starting to look for someone for him."

The task Jimmy had given them had indeed made great progress, and George chimed in, "That's right, I think Christine from Hufflepuff is pretty good, she's a passionate and fiery girl!"

“No rush, we have plenty of time. I’ll work on the text and rules of the cards first, and then we’ll do the drawing last,” Jimmy said. “We can let them get to know each other first, create some surprises, or we can explain the situation directly to that senior, Christine.”

This matter isn't so urgent. Giacoboc is the final step in completing the card game, so other work needs to be done first.

George and Fred confidently assured each other, "Leave it to us!"

After dividing the spoils, the three parted ways. George and Fred couldn't wait to make connections, while Jimmy went back to his dorm, dropped off a large bag of scoops, and then went to the library.

Mrs. Pince still kept a sharp eye on everyone who entered the library, and the feather duster on the table, which was within easy reach, could be picked up at any time to whip those noisy little wizards who didn't cherish the books.

Upon arriving at the library, Jimmy went straight to the corner piled with various publications and papers, searching for more papers related to memory-type spells. He still needed to continue his research on Muggle exorcism spells.

Suddenly, someone appeared beside him. Jimmy turned around and saw that it was Hermione.

Hermione asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for? I can help you look."

"Information on various spells related to memory, such as memory-modifying spells or forgetting spells." The little witch offered to help, and there was no reason for Jimmy to refuse. He whispered what he was looking for.

After searching for more than ten minutes, I finally found what I needed at the bottom of the box. There were only four papers in total: one about memory-modifying spells and three about forgetting spells.

One of the Oblivion Curses was even written by Gilderoy Lohar.

Chapter 38 Confinement Contents

The papers that are included in the Hogwarts Library are all of a certain standard. They are only placed here after the professors have reviewed them and deemed them suitable. Jimmy can find a lot of professional knowledge in these papers.

Inspired by the knowledge, he wrote down some ideas and thoughts on the Memory Spell in his notebook.

He used Chinese, which has a higher information density, because magic is inherently a very abstract thing, so he also wrote a lot of abstract things.

For example, soul memory, mind palace, scene reenactment...

After an afternoon of learning, besides feeling sore and tired, Jimmy gained a lot of knowledge.

He put down his pen, skimmed through what he had learned that day, and nodded with considerable satisfaction.

Even without the monthly deduction opportunity, Jimmy can now make some subtle improvements to the split Muggle exorcism spell, such as simplifying the gestures and changing the pronunciation of the spell.

That's all for today!

Jimmy closed his notebook, and Hermione, who was sitting opposite him, seemed to have been waiting for this moment. At the same time, she closed the book she was reading, and the two returned all the books and materials in the library and walked out of the library together.

On the way to the rice, Hermione was still upset about Jimmy losing points. "Don't go out at night anymore. If you get caught again, Gryffindor won't get the House Cup at the end of the term, or worse, you'll be expelled!"

"Not for now, right?"

Jimmy's attitude angered Hermione.

"Of course, because the professors didn't find out you made over a hundred people watch two people duel in the Great Hall... and even charged admission!" Hermione's hair seemed to stand on end. Recalling her emotional journey last night, she became even angrier. "If the professors found out, you'd be expelled! You have no idea how terrified I was when the professors suddenly appeared in the Great Hall!"

"Uh... stop cursing, stop cursing, or you'll go crazy." The little witch's aggressive attitude was truly frightening, but it was difficult to refute her, because Jimmy was in the wrong.

However, he suspected that Professor Dumbledore knew what was happening in the Great Hall, and he had heard that Dumbledore had a penchant for using the Disillusionment Charm to spy on students' daily lives.

Hermione saw that Jimmy had backed down and made him promise her that he would no longer go out at night.

Jimmy, who had no intention of going out at night again, readily patted his chest and said, "No problem, I promise I won't go out at night again."

Despite some doubts, Hermione let Jimmy off the hook, thinking that Jimmy was at least more obedient than Harry and Ron.

When he arrived at the auditorium, a small note flew to Jimmy. He picked it up and was so shocked that he lost his appetite.

The note contained his sentence about being locked up tonight: help Professor Quirrell clean the defense against the dark magic classroom of garlic.

Why specify that it's for removing garlic smell?

No, that's not the point. The point is why it's Quirrell!

Jimmy looked up toward the professors' table. Professor McGonagall wasn't there, and Dumbledore hadn't arrived yet either, but Quirrell was.

Professor Quirrell, wearing a large purple headscarf, was about to put the noodles rolled up in his fork into his mouth when he suddenly sensed something, met Jimmy's gaze, and gave him a friendly smile.

Jimmy didn't respond, keeping his head down and eating, taking it all as a coincidence.

The note stated that the detention period was from after dinner until 7 p.m., two hours.

To prolong the meal, Jimmy ate very slowly today, chewing each bite meticulously and grinding it down almost harshly before swallowing.

Harry and Ron came and went, and Hermione couldn't wait any longer, so she went back to the Gryffindor common room to rest.

Once the people in the Great Hall had mostly left, Jimmy reluctantly got up and headed towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, with only forty-five minutes left before the end of his confinement.

He couldn't avoid those 45 minutes, because he had to go through this confinement to avoid attracting Voldemort's attention; otherwise, it would arouse suspicion.

Jimmy deliberately delayed for another ten minutes on the way before picking up his cleaning tools and arriving at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The classroom doors and windows were tightly closed. The moment you pushed the door open and stepped inside, the candlesticks on the wall lit up automatically, providing a dim light source for the classroom.

Even with candlelight, the classroom was still dark, and the hazy light made it even harder to see clearly, as if a thin veil was covering the eyes.

Jimmy was carrying a bucket that was half full of water, in which odor-removing agents were dissolved.

He peered into the doorway for a moment, and seeing that no one was in the classroom, he stopped acting, covered his nose, walked to the podium, carefully wiped the area around the podium with a rag, and then sprinkled water on Quirrell's path.

The strong garlic smell quickly disappeared, relieving Jimmy of the discomfort. He then wiped the water off with a cloth, and the task was basically complete.

"It almost suffocated me." Jimmy couldn't help but complain about the strong garlic smell on Quirrell. He had thought it was an exaggeration until the pungent smell assaulted his nostrils.

“Mr. Breon, this…this is the scent that was applied to repel vampires.”

The stammering voice behind him almost made Jimmy kick over the bucket. He clutched his chest and turned around with force, then saw Quirrell and said angrily, "Professor Quirrell, can you please stop scaring people like that!"

At the same time, his mind started playing a loop of ideas about how to make money and how to spend it, hoping it would be helpful.

If that doesn't work, then you can only rely on superb acting skills to get away with it.

Professor Quirrell crossed his arms over his chest and said in that effeminate, soft voice, "I'm sorry."

Jimmy acted like a Gryffindor wizard eager to end his confinement. He tossed the rag back into the bucket and laughed, "Professor Quirrell, look, it's late now. Can my confinement end now? I still need to go back and do my homework!"

As he said this, he had already picked up the bucket and started walking outside. If Quirrell didn't say anything when he reached the door, then it was time to end the conversation.

Things didn't go as planned. Quirrell called out to Jimmy, "Wait, wait... Mr. Blaine!"

"Is there anything else, Professor?" Jimmy sighed inwardly, then turned around and greeted him with a smile. He didn't doubt that Quirrell was targeting him; he had always been confident in his acting skills.

Quirrell, unusually, didn't stutter. "I can see you have great talent, and your homework is excellent. I heard you're a friend of Harry Potter?"

“Oh, right, Harry is a generous friend.” From the moment Jimmy saw Harry generously helping his friend on the train, he considered him a friend.

I just don't know what Quirrell wanted to say, or what he wanted to ask him about Harry.

Harry is my brother, I won't agree to this without extra money!

At that moment, Quirrell was also talking to Voldemort behind his head.

"Master, Master, is this really alright?"

"Win over this little wizard; his greed will become an aid to my resurrection."

The sound of Voldemort's two rusty iron plates rubbing together was filled with weakness and a dark, twisted evil. Even though his mind wasn't working perfectly right now, it was still better than Quirrell's.

He saw greed, decisiveness, and ruthlessness in this young wizard named Jimmy Blaine.

The most intense greed is precisely the best quality to become a Death Eater, and it is too easy to tempt such a person to fall!

Chapter 39 Quirrell is such a good professor!

"The savior of the wizarding world... well, many people don't like him, Harry Potter." His master's order was strange, and Quirrell couldn't understand it. He was simply trying his best to complete his master's task. "You... do you know?"

Not knowing what Quirrell was up to, Jimmy decided to wait and see, saying, "Now I know."

Quirrell then pretended to be worried about Harry Potter and said, "As his friend, I, I hope you, can protect him. If he is in any danger, you, you can, come to me."

"That's all?" Jimmy agreed with a grin, not taking it to heart at all. "Okay, no problem. Harry Potter is my friend! If there's nothing else, I'll be going now?"

"Wait, wait a minute." Quirrell called out to Jimmy, who was about to slip away, and pulled a light little bag from the pocket of his purple robe, handing it to him with a smile. "I know you're short of Galleons, consider this your commission fee."

"what?"

Jimmy stared at the small brown cloth bag for a while, then looked up at Professor Quirrell, who had a effeminate smile, and felt that the strong garlic smell didn't seem so bad anymore.

"This, this is too much trouble."

Jimmy's restless hands always seemed to have their own ideas, not only catching the bag against the orders given by his mouth, but also skillfully stuffing it into the pocket at his waist.

He didn't want it to be like this, but when he glanced into the loose opening of the bag, the space was clearly abnormal. It was obviously a seamless expansion spell bag, and the stack of gold coins at the bottom dazzled him.

Professor Quirrell in front of me seemed to become kind and approachable. Apart from Professor McGonagall, Professor Quirrell was probably the kindest person to me in the school!

Quirrell's smile froze slightly. He nodded with a smile, waved his hand, and said, "This matter is now in your hands. Go back."

Jimmy solemnly bid farewell to Professor Quirrell, saying, "Professor Quirrell, I will definitely complete your mission!"

He picked up the bucket and left quickly, dashing out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He ran faster and faster, almost sprinting 100 meters in 15 seconds to the washroom.

The water remaining in the bucket splashed onto the bathroom floor due to the momentum of his sprint. Jimmy turned gracefully, tossed the empty bucket back into the corner, and rummaged in his pocket, pulling out the cloth bag.

Money!

The bag was turned upside down, and all the gold coins were scattered on the sink. The shiny Galleons covered the bottom of the sink, making Jimmy's eyes light up. He quickly started counting them.

"5, 10, 15, 20..."

He counted them in fives, and soon he had finished counting the gallons at the bottom of the bowl, a total of 100!

Jimmy washed his hands, which reeked of money, and feigned concern by wiping his eyes. "I really misunderstood Professor Quirrell. His magnanimity is as big as his smell! Hehehehehehe!"