Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Gritting his teeth, Jimmy climbed the tower's stairs, wand in his mouth, his eyes like those of a determined mountaineer, until he reached the top and arrived at Quirrell's viewing platform.

He aimed his wand at Snape's robes, which were trailing on the floor, his eyes resolute.

Look, dear Professor Quirrell, I am still determined to carry out the task you assigned me. This time, the reward cannot be less than 50 Galleons!

"Flames are raging!"

A small flame fell onto the hem of Snape's robe, which quickly burst into flames, emitting a foul, acrid smell.

After doing the good deed, Jimmy immediately left, keeping his merits and fame hidden.

After a while, Snape realized that his robes were on fire. He was so shocked that he jumped up and stomped out the flames, accidentally knocking Professor Quirrell down beside him.

"He did it!" Hermione in the stands jumped up excitedly when she saw Harry back on his flying broomstick.

The others cheered along with him, and under everyone's expectant gaze, Harry, now back to normal, rode the Nimbus 2000 and caught up with the Golden Snitch.

When the game was declared over, Jimmy returned to the stands, where Ron and Neville grabbed him and jumped around in celebration.

"Well done! That's fantastic! I knew he could succeed!"

Hagrid stood up and clapped, the sound like two drums colliding, and his thick-bearded face beamed like a child's.

Jimmy, who was cheering along, suddenly realized something small: there were no backrests in the audience seats, and he had been sleeping on Hagrid's knees...

Chapter 53 The Person Who Gives Silently

"It must have been Snape! I saw him cast a curse on Harry with my own eyes!"

The end of the Quidditch match did not mean the end of everything. Hermione was still upset about what happened on the field, and they talked about it loudly on the way back to the castle.

“Nonsense.” Even faced with Hermione’s testimony, Hagrid still trusted his own judgment. “Why would Snape do that?”

To be honest, this wasn't the first time Hermione and her friends had heard Hagrid defend Snape.

This group of four does not include Jimmy; the fourth person is Neville, who has been transformed since being hit by the Memory Charm.

Not only did he no longer feel nervous when speaking, but he also took the initiative to join Harry's group to investigate the case in the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor.

Jimmy's attention wasn't on them; he lagged behind the group, occasionally glancing back at the furtive figures behind him.

Draco followed Harry after the match, even going to Harry's locker room, but he couldn't find a suitable opportunity to apologize to Harry.

Hearing Harry and the others loudly discussing the bad things Snape had done was gradually eroding his resolve, because Snape was the head of Slytherin!

However, Draco didn't leave. Instead, he moved even closer because he also wanted to know the secrets of the right-hand corridor on the fourth floor, as well as Pott's plan.

"Then why did he want to kill Harry?"

Hearing Hermione's loud question, Jimmy turned around.

“I can recognize someone casting a curse, Hagrid.” Hermione was stubbornly convinced that Snape was a bad guy. “I’ve read all about curses in the books! You have to keep your eyes on him, and Snape never blinked. I saw it with my own eyes!”

Then she turned around and pulled Jimmy from the back of the line to the front, "And it was Jimmy who stopped Snape!"

“Yes, that’s right!” Jimmy nodded cooperatively and went through the whole scene.

“I’m telling you, this is impossible!” Hagrid’s temper flared from the barrage of questions. “I don’t know why the flying broomstick did that, but Snape would never want to kill a student. Now listen to me, all of you! You’re meddling in things that don’t concern you, and that’s dangerous. Forget about Fluffy, forget about what it’s guarding. This is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel…”

"What's in between?" Jimmy asked, suppressing a laugh.

He hadn't expected Hagrid to be so leaky, even more so than Draco in keeping secrets.

Hagrid, realizing he had let something slip, was furious. "Ah, I'd better shut my mouth!"

He stopped arguing with the kids, turned around and quickly fled the scene, afraid that saying more would reveal more secrets.

Neville looked at Hermione and Jimmy and asked, "Who is Nicolas Flamel?"

The others also looked at the two of them. They were the best external brains; if there was anything they didn't understand, they could just ask the two of them.

"I know!"

Jimmy looked at Hermione in surprise.

She exclaimed excitedly, "Nico Flamel is the only known creator of the Philosopher's Stone!"

"The Philosopher's Stone?" Harry, Ron, and Neville wore innocent expressions, untouched by the taint of knowledge.

Hermione had to explain to them, "The Philosopher's Stone is a magical substance with amazing powers; it can do almost anything! It can turn any metal into pure gold and create an elixir of immortality, making whoever drinks it never die! You know, Nicolas Flamel is almost six hundred and sixty-six years old!"

“The Philosopher’s Stone…” Harry murmured, as if he had found the answer, and exclaimed, “Snape must want to steal the Philosopher’s Stone and then resurrect Voldemort!”

“Harry! Don’t say that name!” Ron was startled.

Neville tensed up, looking around, but his reaction wasn't as intense as Ron's.

Another person, who was also frightened, hid behind a clump of grass, tightly covering their mouth to stifle any screams.

Harry still couldn't understand why Ron was afraid of a dead person. "Sorry, but we have to know that the Philosopher's Stone must be hidden under the trapdoor! And Snape is trying to steal it!"

"So what should we do?"

Jimmy chimed in, "What can we do? Hagrid and the other professors share the same opinion, and Cerberus is guarding the Philosopher's Stone, so we shouldn't be needed."

It seems that this is the truth; they are just a group of ordinary little wizards, and even if they know what they believe to be the truth, there is nothing they can do.

Everyone looked at each other helplessly, returned to the castle, and parted ways in front of the hall.

However, they certainly wouldn't give up so easily, because this was something that perfectly aligned with the principles of adventure. Although they were young, they still wanted to use their intelligence to thwart the evil plans of the mysterious man's henchmen!

Because it's so cool!

Jimmy suspected that Hermione wouldn't be able to refuse such an adventure either, since she was the most proactive one, always offering suggestions and gathering information.

The adventure gene hidden within the little witch's body has begun to take effect!

Also, on the way to the library with Hermione, Jimmy couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "How did you know about Nicolas Flamel?"

In the original story, Hermione wouldn't have guessed who Nicolas Flamel was at this point. Had he finally ruined the world?

Hermione raised her hand and ran her fingers through her messy hair. "I learned it from a book in the library," she said.

"Okay." Jimmy didn't press the matter and quickly put it out of his mind. "You're very knowledgeable."

"I... I just have a good memory, and with the help of books... I also have a little bit of cleverness."

Hermione rarely showed such humility. After saying these words, her eyes darted around and her steps became somewhat unsteady.

It seems that for her, these self-deprecating words required all her courage to say them.

Jimmy continued walking forward, saying with envy, "I wish I had a memory like yours."

The Recall Charm can bring back memories, but the human brain has limited processing power, and what is meant to be forgotten will eventually be forgotten.

It doesn't become deep memory; every time I want to find the knowledge I need, I have to search for ages, unlike Hermione's brain, which is like a browser.

Hermione, who was half a step behind, pouted, her shyness disappearing. If she hadn't sensed that Jimmy was sincere, she would have definitely thought he was a show-off.

A comparison between memory and the talent for inventing spells... who should envy whom!

The two spent the afternoon in the library, and then went back to the auditorium for dinner.

Jimmy remembered he hadn't claimed one of his rewards, so after dinner he ran to Professor Quirrell's office.

The smell of garlic was strong inside, but he knocked on the door for five minutes before it finally opened from the inside.

Quirrell stood hunched over at the door, looking like he'd been suffering from kidney deficiency for half a year due to staying up late. His eyelids twitched, and he forced a smile onto his haggard face.

"What is it, Mr. Blaine?"

He blocked the door, seemingly not intending to let Jimmy in.

Jimmy didn't want to go into the garlic-smelling office either. He waved his hands indignantly and began to complain, "Professor Quirrell, you have no idea, Harry was almost killed by Snape today! Luckily, I climbed up the platform in time and used the Fireball Charm to set his robes on fire, preventing the plan from succeeding!"

Now Quirrell knew what Jimmy was there for. His lips twitched, and he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cloth bag, and handed it over. "You did... very well. This is... your well-deserved reward!"

"But when I think of the good people like you, Professor, who are silently protecting the future of the wizarding world around Harry, all this hard work and dedication doesn't seem so arduous anymore."

Despite his grandiloquent words, Jimmy's hands moved without hesitation, pocketing the money bag.

Quirrell's chest heaved a few times, but he finally managed to suppress his smile and stammered, "Yes, yes, yes. Mr. Blaine, I'll give you even more... a reward... Come to my office next weekend."

"what?"

Chapter 54 "Heroes Assemble"

Jimmy walked along the road, deep in thought, after leaving Quirrell's office. He wondered what Quirrell meant and what he should do next weekend.

It doesn't sound like they're giving him money; it sounds more like they're going to kidnap him and torture him.

I've never heard of Voldemort having a penchant for torturing young male wizards.

Is this the memory that Draco is ashamed to talk about?

hiss~!

Jimmy gasped, startled by his own bold guess.

"Come on, whoever you want!" Draco suddenly poked his head out from the doorway of an abandoned classroom not far away and waved at him. "Here!"

Jimmy glanced back before quickening his pace to approach.

As soon as I entered the classroom, I saw Draco looking like he'd been terrified by a werewolf, almost crying with fear. "I heard what you were saying outside the castle. Is it true? That Professor Snape wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone?"

Voldemort's image differs greatly from the one commonly portrayed among purebloods, leading him to vehemently oppose the possibility of Voldemort's resurrection.

“Those are just guesses from Harry and me; it might not be Snape,” Jimmy reassured them first, then asked, “Have you talked to Harry?”

Draco's pale face flushed red in an instant, then he threw his hand in despair, "I can't do it! Besides, Potter is with that Weasley all day long, I don't even have a chance to see him alone."

This awkwardness of not being able to back down was a bit troublesome, but Jimmy had another good idea, "How about this, I'll create an opportunity for you..."

This sounds a bit strange, doesn't it?

“I’m planning to make a card game soon, and Harry will help me out. I’ll create an opportunity for you guys, and in exchange, you can help me make the cards.”

Draco, oblivious to Jimmy's sinister intentions, simply asked curiously, "Card games? What are those?"

Jimmy gave a brief explanation, and Draco was intrigued, but he made one more request.

"I'd like a copy once it's ready."

"make a deal!"