Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

Therefore, it's not easy to successfully complete this task and get a high score.

Professor McGonagall's exam was even more interesting. She asked her students to turn a mouse into a snuffbox.

The more complete and exquisite the snuffbox, the higher the score.

However, if the box still retains characteristics of a mouse, such as whiskers or a tail, points will be deducted.

Of course, the most dreaded exam for students was undoubtedly Professor Snape's Potions exam.

In this test, they needed to desperately recall the process of preparing the potion of forgetfulness that Professor Snape had explained in class. This procedure was not only complex but also required precise steps; any mistake would affect the potion's effectiveness.

Therefore, during the exam, the students were tense and focused, afraid that any mistake they made would lead to the failure of the preparation.

The most terrifying thing about this exam was that Snape would walk around the exam room from time to time, and he might stand behind you at any time, watching your preparation process with a cold gaze, making you feel like you had a thorn in your side.

The last exam was History of Magic, their final exam of the entire semester. Once they finished this course, they could put aside their heavy studies and relax for a whole week until the exam results were announced.

When Professor Binns announced the end of the exam and told them to put down their quills and roll up the parchment with their answers, everyone cheered. They had finally finished their exams for the semester and could relax.

"Hurry up, Jerry! Compare your answer with mine!"

Everyone cheered, except for Hermione, the exam queen. As soon as she stepped out of the exam room, Hermione eagerly found Jerry, wanting to immediately check her answers against the questions.

This scene would occur after every written exam. Whenever an exam ended, Hermione would immediately look for Jerry and then compare their answers.

"No! Damn it! Jerry, I got one question wrong! I was so careless! The professor is definitely going to deduct a point from this!"

Harry, Ron, Neville: "..."

……

The next afternoon, Harry and the others rushed to Hermione's side and said anxiously, "Hermione, have you seen Jerry? We urgently need to speak with him!"

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?" Hermione asked curiously. "Jerry just went back to the Slytherin common room."

"Hagrid, Hagrid told a mysterious man how to deal with Fulve Cerberus, and I suspect it was Snape!"

“Harry, are you sure?” Hermione asked seriously.

Harry said firmly, "Of course, Hermione, we need Jerry's help."

Hermione frowned, pondered for a moment, and then said, "No, we can't tell Jerry!"

"It was already dangerous enough that we asked Jerry to help us move the dragon last time. Besides, Jerry is a Muggle and is already ostracized in Slytherin. If we lose points because of him, I can't even imagine what kind of bullying he will suffer in Slytherin!"

Harry fell into deep thought after hearing Hermione's words. He recalled what happened to him after losing points and felt that Hermione was absolutely right; Jerry already had a very difficult time in a place like Slytherin!

……

night.

Inside the room, where the Request was granted, Catherine had already informed him this afternoon that Dumbledore was in London tonight and would definitely not be returning.

Sure enough, Jerry couldn't find Dumbledore's name on the Marauder's Map.

Looking at Harry and his friends' movements on the Marauder's Map, Jerry couldn't help but sigh, "Harry! Harry, how come you're so worthless! All I did was ask Dumbledore for an Elder Wand, and he wouldn't even give it to me!"

After saying that, Jerry couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Dumbledore isn't here, so he must be!"

After seeing Harry and the others move, Jerry did not immediately follow. The obstacles ahead were just child's play. Dumbledore even thoughtfully set up a devil's net below the three-headed dog to prevent them from falling and getting hurt!

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Inside the room where Snape had set up the level.

“Harry, Snape and even Voldemort might be in there. You definitely can’t handle it alone. Let’s go back and find Professor McGonagall and the others!”

"I escaped once before by sheer luck, remember? Maybe I can pull off another lucky break this time!"

After saying that, Harry drank the potion, passed through the black magical flames, and entered the room where the Philosopher's Stone was kept.

After Harry went inside, Hermione was consumed by anxiety. She paced back and forth, unsure whether to go out or stay.

"Hey! There's a little witch here who doesn't sleep at night and runs around everywhere!"

Hermione was frantic with worry when a familiar voice suddenly rang out. She looked up abruptly and immediately spotted Jerry standing not far away. As if she had found her anchor, Hermione rushed into Jerry's arms, her eyes reddening and tears welling up.

"Jerry!"

Jerry patted Hermione on the back and whispered comfortingly in her ear, "Alright, alright! I'm here now, leave the rest to me!"

After wiping away her tears, Hermione said to Jerry, "I'm sorry, Jerry, it was my fault for not letting Harry and the others tell you!"

"I know, but how could I let you risk your life in a place like this!"

Hearing Jerry's sincere words, Hermione's eyes blurred with tears once again.

"Alright, Hermione, you can leave now. I'll take care of things here!"

"But……"

"Don't worry, Hermione, I'll be fine! Your job now is to go find the professors!"

Seeing Jerry's resolute attitude, Hermione bit her lip, turned around and ran out quickly!

After Hermione left, Jerry took out a bottle of potion that Dumbledore had prepared for him beforehand, which could allow him to pass through black flames. However, Jerry felt it was unnecessary and decided to clear a path directly with Fiendfyre!

"Fiendfyre"

Chapter 67 Soul Sacrifice

Harry passed through the magical flames and entered the room where the Philosopher's Stone was kept, only to find the Mirror of Erised and Professor Quirrell.

Harry stared at Quirrell, speechless with astonishment!

Then came a series of questions from Harry and answers from Quirrell.

Quirrell is such a good bastard! Not only does he become an omnipotent answerer, but he also sometimes worries that Harry might not understand, and even thoughtfully explains things, just like he's afraid Harry will misunderstand Snape!

When Jerry entered the room, surrounded by Fiend, he heard Quirrell shout, "Let me see!"

"No!"

"I just can't do anything with you!" Quirrell said, removing his headscarf and hat. His expression changed, and his voice became stern. "Listen to me, let me see!"

Ah! This… Jerry was a little embarrassed by the sudden appearance. Had he come at the wrong time?

"Um, I'm sorry, I've come at a bad time!"

Upon seeing Jerry's sudden appearance, Quirrell was surprised for a moment before saying, "No, you've come at just the right time."

Jerry: "..."

"Jerry, watch out for Quirrell!" Harry exclaimed excitedly upon seeing Jerry. "He's the mastermind!"

"Fiendfyre"

Jerry waved his wand, summoning Fiendfyre to separate Harry and Quirrell. Then, Jerry quickly moved closer, pulled Harry aside, and temporarily distanced himself from Quirrell.

“Jerry Green, long time no see!” After Quirrell was forced back by Fiendfire, a hoarse voice came from behind him, “Our alliance…”

"Shut up, you shameless old scoundrel!" Jerry interrupted before the other could finish speaking, cursing at Quirrell and Voldemort, "Shameless old scoundrel! You've lived sixty-six years in vain, a life of utter mediocrity, only good for wagging your tongue and aiding evil! A spineless dog, yet you dare to bark and howl in front of me! I have never seen such a shameless person!"

Quirrell, Voldemort: "..."

Seeing Jerry's "righteous" expression, Harry exclaimed excitedly, "Jerry, you're absolutely right!"

"Don't get agitated, this is a statement of justice!"

"Harry, did you get the Philosopher's Stone?"

Upon hearing Jerry's words, Harry nodded slightly, glancing at his coat pocket to indicate to Jerry that the Philosopher's Stone was in his pocket.

"Very well, Harry! That's all for you now! Get some sleep! (Stupefy)"

Caught completely off guard, Harry glanced at Jerry in disbelief in the last moment before collapsing and losing consciousness. He never imagined that Jerry would turn on him in the end!

"Well done! Jerry, we're definitely the same kind of people!" Voldemort said in a hoarse voice. "Quick, hand me the Philosopher's Stone!"

Jerry pulled the Philosopher's Stone from Harry's coat pocket. It was dark red, about the size of a baby's fist, hard, with a smooth and delicate surface, and looked like crystal, clear and translucent.

Jerry tapped the fake Philosopher's Stone with the end of his wand, but it didn't leave a single mark on the smooth surface. Nicolas Flamel truly lived up to his reputation as a master alchemist; his counterfeiting skills were remarkable. Jerry could even feel the magical fluctuations of the fake Philosopher's Stone in his hand. No wonder he was able to fool Voldemort!

"You want it?" Jerry said, holding up the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort. "Here you go!"

After saying that, he tossed the magic stone in his hand to Quirrell.

Just as Quirrell excitedly reached out to catch the Philosopher's Stone in mid-air, Jerry waved his wand, and Fiendfyre transformed into a giant fire serpent that charged towards Quirrell!

"Ah! Master, save me!"

"Fool!" Voldemort cursed in a hoarse voice, then used some means to dispel the Fiendfire on Quirrell's body.

"Master!" Quirrell, his body charred black, huddled on the ground, pleading with Voldemort to save him, but he clearly overestimated Voldemort.

"Jerry, I used to think you were different from others, that you were smart, and maybe we could even become friends. But now it seems you're just like those idiots!"

"Heh! Heh! Heh! You, Voldemort, dare to be friends with me! You bug!" Jerry said disdainfully upon hearing Voldemort's words, a dark red light flashing wildly in his eyes.

If Harry were still conscious at this moment, looking at Quirrell lying on the ground pitifully begging for mercy and Jerry turning into a dark and insane man, he would definitely not be able to tell who the villain is!

"Quirk, you idiot, drink the Soul-Devouring Potion now!"

Hearing Voldemort's hoarse curses, Quirrell remembered that he still had a bottle of Soul-Eating Potion.

Quirrell took out the potion from the pocket of the Traceless Extension Charm and drank it without hesitation.

Jerry didn't stop Quirrell's actions, but stood aside waiting for him to drink the Soul-Eating Potion, even looking forward to it.

Jerry thought to himself, "This Voldemort has really lost his mind! Has he forgotten his identity? Using an Apostle's potion against another Apostle, what a brilliant move!"

After drinking the potion, Quirrell's condition did not improve; instead, his cries of pain grew louder.

"Master, how could this happen!"

Voldemort remained completely calm in the face of Quirrell's terror, saying in a hoarse voice, "Quirock, now is the time for you to serve me! Offer up your soul!"

"No~ Master!"

As Quirrell's wails gradually faded, a suffocating and terrifying black mist began to surge wildly from the space around his body.

"It's finally here!" Jerry muttered to himself. He had seen this black mist before; it was the same black mist from his dream.