Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Jerry Green, thank you, Apostles!"

As Voldemort's gray shadow was shrouded in thick black mist, Jerry calmly said, "Come on, Mr. Voldemort, let me see the Dark Lord's power!"

After saying that, Jerry took out a silver-white life potion from his pocket and waved it in front of Voldemort.

"Mr. Voldemort, you still have a potion with me! Actually, it arrived the next day! But I just won't give it to you! Isn't that infuriating!"

"Jerry Green, you will pay for your arrogance and stupidity!" With that, Voldemort charged toward Jerry, enveloped in the black mist around him.

"I've been waiting for you!" Jerry removed all his defenses, and even worried that the Fiendfire would affect Voldemort's performance, so he dispersed the Fiendfire that was surrounding him and protecting him.

"Ah~" The moment he was enveloped by the black mist, Jerry cried out, but it wasn't a shrill scream; instead, it was a comfortable groan!

The terrifying and oppressive black mist is gradually being absorbed by Jerry!

"Is this what Catherine meant by soul sacrifice?!"

Jerry, who was in the center of the black mist, could clearly feel himself getting stronger from the inside out. His magic power, magical perception and magical control were increasing at an incredible speed!

Come on, Voldemort! Let me see where your limits are!

Chapter 68 Grandfather? And all of them?

As Jerry continued to absorb the surrounding black mist, the dense mist began to swirl and gather, gradually forming a huge vortex. The vortex spun faster and faster, and the surrounding air seemed to be pulled along, emitting a low rumbling sound.

At the same time, Voldemort also sensed this strange aura. He felt the power within the black mist rapidly dissipating, and an unease rose within him.

"What's going on?" Voldemort whispered coldly, his tone revealing an unprecedented anxiety and vigilance.

"This, how is this possible? Why wasn't your soul assimilated and devoured?"

As Jerry continued to absorb the mist, the originally thick black fog became thinner and thinner, as if it were being peeled away bit by bit by an invisible hand. But what no one expected was that although the black fog was dissipating, the power of the vortex not only did not weaken, but instead became stronger and stronger, and its range continued to expand.

The fluctuations of this power gradually made Voldemort uneasy. He felt as if his soul was being drawn by this power, and a crack began to appear.

Voldemort was horrified to discover that if this power were allowed to continue, his fragmented soul might be completely devoured.

"Damn it!" Voldemort growled, forced to sacrifice a fragment of his soul to preserve his main body. Finally, filled with doubt and resentment, he fled Hogwarts with the fake Philosopher's Stone!

After Voldemort left, the dense black mist seemed to lose its anchor and began to be rapidly absorbed by Jerry. The originally enormous vortex also began to weaken slowly due to the loss of the soul fragment's support.

Ding! [Unknown Bloodline: 0.03%]

"Whoosh~" As the black mist dissipated, Jerry gradually woke up from the pleasure of devouring souls, then rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and examined the lines on the inside of his wrist.

Although the surface of the pattern looked the same as before, Jerry could clearly feel the change within it. Originally, the pattern was like a tattoo on his body, easily overlooked unless one looked closely.

But now, even with his eyes closed, Jerry can clearly sense its presence.

After carefully examining the patterns to no avail, Jerry went to the Mirror of Erised to see what he could see now!

Sure enough, the scene in the mirror had changed significantly compared to before.

Although the mirror was still shrouded in black mist, it was thinner than before, and Jerry could now vaguely make out some outlines in the distance. Upon closer inspection, Jerry was surprised to find himself seemingly inside a building.

What surprised Jerry even more was that the terrifying and oppressive feeling that the black mist had once shrouded him had completely disappeared. On the contrary, the black mist now gave him a sense of warmth and familiarity.

"Ok?"

Just as Jerry was about to approach the mirror to try and get a clearer view, a very weak magical fluctuation came from the corner of the wall.

Jerry was able to detect this fluctuation thanks to Voldemort's selfless gift!

“Come out!” Jerry said, turning to the corner. “There’s no one else here except the two of us!”

Harry, who collapsed and lay on the ground, doesn't count!

"How did you find me?" As the words fell, Dumbledore appeared.

"Fiendfyre"

Upon seeing Dumbledore, Jerry immediately raised his wand, cast Fiendfyre, and attacked him.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore simply waved his hand, and Jerry's fury vanished completely.

"Beautiful spell!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "I never imagined you'd mastered the Fiendfyre spell to this extent in such a short time!"

Hearing the praise, Jerry smiled and said, "Let me see your Fiery Blaze!"

Dumbledore looked slightly surprised and didn't use his wand, but simply waved his right hand.

Fire Shield (Protego Diabolica)

As the incantation rang out, a blue flame even more ferocious than the Fiendfire Jerry had just summoned appeared, enveloping the two of them.

[Ding! Fire Shield (Protego Diabolica) Lv2, 21.98%]

I've never practiced Fire Shield even once, but I saw someone else use it once and level it up two levels instantly.

Wow! That's talent!

Ignoring the system notification for the moment, Jerry looked at the "Dumbledore" in front of him and said, "Are you sure you want to meet me like this?"

"Alright! Alright!" With that, he flashed and a sprightly old man with short hair, wearing a high-collared coat, appeared in front of Jerry.

"Just as I expected!" Jerry thought to himself as he looked at the changes before him.

“How did you figure out I wasn’t Dumbledore?” Gellert Grindelwald asked curiously.

"Is it that difficult? Dumbledore should be at the Ministry of Magic in London right now, but I don't believe he would feel comfortable leaving Voldemort alone at Hogwarts!"

"Besides, I think he's even more worried about having you impersonate him at the Ministry of Magic, so it's no surprise that you're the one who showed up today."

"Aren't you excited to meet me for the first time?" Gellert Grindelwald said, looking at Jerry's calm expression. "I'm one of your only two family members!"

Jerry went over and gave Gellert Grindelwald a hug, then asked, "What should I call you?"

Grindelwald thought for a moment, then said, "Actually, you can call me Grandfather Albus, either is fine!"

Jerry: This is a mess!!

Gellert Grindelwald touched Jerry's face again and said, "Jerry, you know what? Even though your hair and eye color have changed, I can still see your mother's shadow in you. You two really look alike!"

"Where are my parents?" Jerry asked hastily upon hearing Gellert Grindelwald's words. "What exactly happened back then? Shouldn't you be in Nurmengard right now?"

"Jerry, I swear to you, your parents love you very much, but there are some things you need to discover for yourself!"

Jerry: ? ? ?

What's going on? Why are you also playing the Riddler trick like Dumbledore? Did I guess wrong? Is the person in front of me not Gellert Grindelwald, but Dumbledore in disguise?

How fancy are you two playing?

"You're doing quite well in the Apostle Organization!" Gellert Grind said after seeing Jerry's speechless expression, trying to change the subject.

"I have a question for you. You should know my position among the Apostles, right? Does Dumbledore know about this?"

Gellert Grindelwald didn't answer the question; he just smiled at Jerry.

Okay! Jerry understands!

"Jerry, I have a task for you. Go to Paris, France during summer vacation! Lots of people are waiting for you there!"

Chapter 69 Parents

Paris?

Jerry was filled with doubt. Was it because Grindelwald had tried to blow up Paris before and had been holding a grudge ever since, and now he had decided to send him out?

"Besides these, is there nothing else you want to tell me? For example, the question I just asked you about my relationship with the apostles, or to talk about my parents?"

“Jerry, there are some things you need to find the answers to yourself. Although I don’t always agree with some of Dumbledore’s views, there’s one thing he said that I think is very true: Don’t interfere with your growth!” Gellert Grindelwald said calmly, then shook his head. “The only thing Dumbledore and I can do now is probably to keep you safe until you grow up.”

"However, I believe that with your talent, it shouldn't be long before you no longer need the protection of us two old guys!"

After speaking, Gellert Grindelwald pondered for a moment, a determined glint in his eyes.

He slowly pulled a photograph from his pocket and solemnly handed it to Jerry. His voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it, "Jerry, this is a little secret between us, so please don't tell Dumbledore."

Jerry gently took the photo, his hands trembling slightly. His gaze fell on the picture: an enviable couple, tightly embracing a baby, their smiles radiating happiness.

This scene instantly brought tears to Jerry's eyes, and his emotions surged like a tide.

The man in the photo has reddish-brown hair, while the woman has beautiful, blonde German hair. They are holding a baby, a tiny life that represents their shared hope and future. Everything feels so familiar, like a destiny-ordained reunion.

"Are...are these my parents?" Jerry's voice trembled with disbelief.

Gellert Grindelwald nodded silently, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Jerry flipped the photo over, and on the back it was clearly written:

David Gellert Dumbledore

Mandy Albus Grindelwald

"Put the photos away! Although I really want to tell you their story..."

……

The two remained silent for a long time before Gellert Grindelwald finally spoke first, changing the subject.

"What should we do about this child? He's your friend, isn't he?!"

"Put a forgetfulness spell on him!" Jerry, still reeling from his earlier outburst, waved his hand impatiently.

“I thought you’d wait until the little guy was sober and explain things to him slowly!” Gellert Grindelwald said admiringly. “Albus always tells me you’re like him, haha! He has no idea that you’re actually more like me! Neither of us likes to follow the rules!”

"Jerry, where are you?" Hermione's voice came from outside, anxious and worried.

"Looks like your little girlfriend's here!" Gellert Grindelwald joked, a hint of delight on his face. "In that case, let's talk about Paris another time. Goodbye, Jerry!" He vanished from the room in an instant.

Hermione rushed in, her eyes fixed on Jerry, as if afraid of missing a single detail about him.

Seeing Jerry standing there unharmed, Hermione finally breathed a sigh of relief, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Jerry, I'm so glad you're alright!" She hugged him excitedly, her voice filled with deep emotion and joy.

"My God! Mr. Green, you really need to explain this to us properly this time!"

Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Professor Flitwick followed Hermione in quickly.