Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"Besides, Snape is Jerry's headmaster, and what you're saying will put Jerry in a very difficult position."

Harry looked at Hermione with disbelief and said, "Are you... sure Jerry is in danger?"

Jerry gently patted Hermione's hand, comforting her, "It's okay, and you've already seen my strength, haven't you?"

"Harry, are you sure it was Snape who wanted to steal the items guarded by Cerberus? Snape isn't as bad as you think; he certainly wouldn't do something like that!"

Hermione nodded in agreement and said, "I agree with Jerry. Although Snape is always causing us trouble, I still don't believe he would steal something that Dumbledore has hidden away and kept under strict guard."

Although Jerry and Hermione tried their best to explain for Snape, they still couldn't dispel Harry and the others' suspicions about him.

Jerry said, "Harry, I think you should first find out what the three-headed dog is guarding. Here's a hint: go ask Hagrid. Hagrid must know about the three-headed dog, that magical creature, that keeps in the castle!"

Hearing Jerry's words, Harry and the others' eyes lit up and they said, "Jerry, you're so smart!"

Hermione shook her head and said, "Harry, you should prepare for tomorrow's match first!"

……

The next morning, the weather was clear but cold.

The restaurant was filled with the enticing aroma of grilled sausages, and students, including professors, were excitedly discussing the upcoming Quidditch match, creating a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Except for Jerry!

"Harry, you need to eat some breakfast, there's a match later!"

Harry said nervously, "No, Ron, I really don't have an appetite."

"Harry, you need to conserve your energy," Seamus Finnigan said. "The Seeker is usually a key player in a tightly guarded area."

Hearing Seamus's words, Harry reluctantly ate some toast.

As time passed, eleven o'clock quietly arrived.

By this time, almost all the students and professors had already arrived at the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

The students, especially those from Gryffindor and Slytherin, flocked to watch.

"Neville, have you seen Jerry?"

Hermione searched the Slytherin and Gryffindor stands several times, but couldn't find Jerry anywhere.

Neville said, "Jerry? I didn't see him. Isn't he with you?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "Please save a spot for me and Jerry, I'm going to find him!"

After saying that, he turned around, stepped down from the Gryffindor stands, and ran quickly toward the castle.

Upon entering the castle's grand hall, one sees Jerry sitting alone at a long table, holding a book and flipping through it.

"Jerry, what are you still reading here? The Quidditch match is about to start, come with me!"

After saying that, Hermione grabbed Jerry's hand and eagerly tried to run outside.

Seeing Hermione panting from running, Jerry said, "Hermione, why don't you sit down and rest for a while? Besides, you know I'm not interested in Quidditch."

Hearing Jerry's words, Hermes felt a little disappointed.

She had originally intended to persuade Jerry again, hoping he would accompany her to the Quidditch match.

Just then, a sinister voice came from behind them, startling Hermione and Jerry.

Chapter 40 Jerry, who is afraid of heights

"Why aren't you two at the Quidditch stadium watching the games? What are you doing here?"

A cold voice came from behind Hermione and Jerry.

The two turned around and saw Snape looking at them with a gloomy expression.

Jerry explained, "Professor Snape, you know I... Okay, let's get to the arena right away!"

Under Snape's threatening gaze, Jerry hadn't even finished speaking before he immediately changed his mind, grabbed Hermione's hand, and ran towards the Quidditch field.

"Jerry, didn't you say you weren't interested in Quidditch?"

On the way, Hermione asked in confusion.

Jerry said, "I don't really like Quidditch, but Hermione, haven't you always wanted to come watch the game? Of course I'm here to keep you company!"

Hearing Jerry's words, Hermione felt a surge of inexplicable joy and smiled, saying, "Jerry, you're so kind!"

Before long, Jerry followed Hermione to the Gryffindor stands, where Neville had reserved a seat with a good view for them.

The Gryffindor cubs around him didn't show any discomfort at Jerry's arrival; they were all used to it.

Wow, the stands are a bit high!

Once they reached the stands, Jerry swallowed hard, gripped Hermione's hand tightly, and dared not look down.

That's right, Jerry has a fear of heights, which is a major reason why he doesn't like flying brooms.

Seeing that Jerry's expression was a little strange, Hermione asked with concern, "Jerry, are you... afraid of heights?"

Upon hearing Hermione's words, Jerry didn't speak, but forced a smile and nodded slightly in response.

"Pfft~"

Looking at Jerry, whose face was pale from excessive tension and who was tightly gripping her hand, Hermione inexplicably found him somewhat adorable at that moment.

Although Jerry is usually very good, he can sometimes be too confident and proud. In comparison, the current Jerry is much better, so well-behaved!

Hermione gently comforted him, "It's okay, Jerry, don't be afraid. Just hold my hand tightly."

Unlike Jerry and Hermione's quiet demeanor, Ron and Neville were unusually excited.

To surprise Harry, Ron and Neville came up with a brilliant plan.

They found a bed sheet stained by Ron's pet mouse, Spot, and painted a huge banner with bright paint.

The banner's handwriting was strong and powerful, reading "Porter will win."

Dean, who is skilled in painting, also cleverly painted a majestic Gryffindor lion below the banner.

After the group hung up the banner, the Quidditch players from both sides entered the field shortly afterward, and deafening cheers and shouts of encouragement erupted from the surrounding stands.

Ms. Huo Qi, holding a flying broom, stands in the center of the field; she is the referee for today's match.

Once both teams were present and ready, Ms. Huo Qi blew her silver whistle, and the match officially began.

"Excuse me, let me through, please!"

Not long after the game started, a tall figure came up to Jerry.

Hello, Hagrid!

Hearing Jerry greet him, Hagrid smiled broadly and said, "Hello, little guys!"

Jerry and the others moved aside to make room for Hagrid, the big guy.

Hagrid picked up the binoculars hanging around his neck and saw Harry still searching the grounds. He asked, "The Golden Snitch hasn't appeared yet, has it?"

The group shook their heads. Ron said, "Not yet. Harry is also waiting for the Golden Snitch."

Just as they were talking, the Golden Snitch appeared in the Quidditch arena.

Harry and Slytherin's Seeker, Terence Higgs, both spotted it and swooped down toward the Golden Snitch.

But Harry clearly overestimated the quality of the opposing players. Slytherin's Quidditch captain, Marcus Flint, deliberately charged at Harry, nearly knocking him off his broom.

The audience in the stands, apart from Slytherin, were all swearing.

"Slytherin, this is despicable cheating!" Ron shouted from behind Jerry.

Unfortunately, Quidditch is not a football game; only free kicks can be taken, and players cannot be sent off the field.

The free throw is over, the game continues!

Harry is destined for bad luck today.

Before long, Harry's broom went out of control, shaking and twitching wildly in the air, trying to throw him off.

And so, the wildly twitching and twisting flying broomstick gradually carried Harry away from the arena, flying higher and higher, farther and farther away.

Everyone noticed the problem, and Ron said anxiously, "Did the impact just now break Harry's broom?"

Hagrid shook his head and said, "Impossible. Nothing, except powerful dark magic, can interfere with the normal operation of a flying broom."

Hearing Hagrid's words, Hermione looked at Snape through the binoculars, then said to Jerry with an incredulous expression, "Jerry, I think Snape is muttering something to himself!"

Upon hearing Hermione's words, Jerry immediately said, "Then let's hurry down and figure out a way to stop Snape's 'plot'!"

Professor Snape, well done! Thank goodness, I can finally get down!

Hermione nodded upon hearing this, then took Jerry's hand and quickly walked down from the stands.

Once on the ground, Jerry breathed a sigh of relief.

Hermione asked anxiously, "Jerry, how do we stop Snape?"

"follow me!"

The two arrived at Snape's stands. Jerry deliberately bumped into Quirrell, then crouched down, drew his wand, and set Snape's robes on fire.

With Snape's exclamation, Harry's broom finally returned to normal.

After they completed their mission, Hermione patted her chest and said, "That was close! We almost got caught. But Jerry, I really don't understand why Snape would try to harm Harry?"

Jerry didn't explain to Hermione, nor did he expose Quirrell; after all, he also wanted to see the Philosopher's Stone.

It's a pity that I'm probably still being watched by Dumbledore, and I can't take the Philosopher's Stone out of the Mirror of Erised. But at least I have a tool.

"Shall we still go up to watch the game?"

Seeing Jerry's somewhat reluctant expression, Hermione pointed to the hillside next to them and said with a smile, "Never mind, I brought binoculars, let's go to the top of the hillside next to us and take a look!"

Jerry looked in the direction Hermione was pointing and found the location ideal with a wide field of vision, so he nodded in agreement to her suggestion.

And so, Jerry took Hermione's hand, and Hermione, understanding the situation, did not show any resistance.

The two of them went to the top of a deserted hill, found a clean spot to sit down, and gazed at the competition in the distance.