Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

Amidst the chaos, Professor Snape ignored the noise and commotion, quickly scanning the room for Harry. When he found Harry lying on the floor, he swiftly and decisively went to his side, knelt down, and carefully examined Harry's injuries.

Everyone around was busy with their own affairs, but Professor Snape's world seemed to consist only of Harry. When Snape confirmed that Harry was only unconscious and not in mortal danger, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then...then Snape just left as if nothing had happened, leaving Harry lying on the cold ground.

……

The Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts.

Gellert Grindelwald sat in Dumbledore's usual seat, idly fiddling with the quill pen on the table.

Not long after, with a "whoosh," Dumbledore appeared in the room.

Welcome back, Albus!

Dumbledore put down the items he was holding, looked at Gellert Grindelwald, and asked with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "What exactly did you two talk about that required Jerry to go to such lengths to lure me away?"

"So you also realized that Jerry deliberately lured you away?" Gellert Grindelwald retorted.

“Although he says he really wants the Philosopher’s Stone, it’s just an excuse to cover up his true purpose!” Dumbledore said.

"Tell me about your situation! Why is the Ministry of Magic in such a hurry to summon you? What happened?"

"The Apostles attacked the Ministry of Magic!" Dumbledore said gravely. "Jerry sent them to lure me out, but I didn't expect them to attack the Ministry directly!"

“It seems the apostles are getting restless! How many of them have come?” Gellert Grindelwald asked.

“There’s only one! But his strength is definitely no less than yours or mine! Gellert, we need to reassess their strength! Moreover, Jerry might be more important to the Apostles than I thought!” Dumbledore said, his brow furrowed.

After saying that, Dumbledore looked at Gellert Grindelwald thoughtfully. "Gellert, is there something you're hiding from me?"

"Don't worry, Albus, I've already told you all the definite information I've received!" Gellert Grindelwald replied firmly.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, looking at Gellert Grindelwald with a hint of doubt, but he did not press further, hoping that Gellert Grindelwald was telling the truth.

“Oh, Albus, there’s one more thing I need to ask you,” Gellert Grindelwald said. “Jerry is going to France this summer, so I’d like to ask you to lend him the Elder Wand.”

Dumbledore frowned upon hearing this. "Gellert, are you insane? Although the Elder Wand will eventually be handed over to Jerry, it's far too early..."

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Gellert Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore. “Listen to me, I only mean to lend him the money temporarily for his trip to Paris.”

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore fell into deep thought.

After a long silence, Dumbledore said, "Gellert, let me think about it."

Chapter 70 The Wand Chooses the Wizard

In the school infirmary, Harry slowly awoke from his unconsciousness. His head throbbed with pain, as if something was pounding against his brain.

"Hiss!" Harry groaned, struggling to open his heavy eyelids. He saw Ron standing by the bed, a handful of snacks in his hand.

"Cough cough!" Ron was startled by Harry's voice and accidentally choked. "Harry, you're finally awake!"

Harry frowned, his mind a jumble of thoughts. "The Philosopher's Stone! Quirrell! He took the Philosopher's Stone! Ron, tell the professors!" He sat up abruptly, but immediately felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

Ron quickly helped Harry up and gently patted his back. "Harry, don't get excited. You just woke up. The Philosopher's Stone is fine. You and Jerry got it back."

Harry clutched his throbbing head, trying to recall the battle. "I only remember Jerry rushing in to save me, and then... and then I can't remember anything. What happened?"

Ron laughed and said, "You two are amazing! You and Jerry teamed up to defeat the Mystic and rescue the Philosopher's Stone. Now, the Philosopher's Stone is well preserved with Headmaster Dumbledore. Don't worry, it's all over."

"Really? But I really don't remember. But Jerry should have been the one who helped. I didn't really do anything!" Harry covered his head, still trying to recall.

“Ron, how long was I unconscious? And what’s all this?” Harry asked, looking at the mountain of candy piled up on the table next to him.

Ron replied with a smile, "Harry, you've been unconscious for a whole day and night! These snacks are from everyone who came to visit you!"

Harry was stunned. "That's way too much!"

Ron nodded, a hint of envy in his eyes. "Compared to Jerry, you've got nothing! You have no idea how crazy those girls, especially the Slytherin girls, are. Jerry's dorm room is overflowing with all sorts of gifts now."

“Actually, I also have to thank Jerry!” Harry scratched his head, his eyes full of gratitude. “Thanks to Jerry for saving me from Quirrell!”

The two were chatting happily when they heard footsteps approaching from outside the door. Soon after, Jerry, Hermione, and Neville walked in.

"Harry, you're awake!"

Upon seeing Jerry enter, Harry said emotionally, "Thank you, Jerry!"

"If you hadn't arrived in time, I probably would be dead by now."

Looking at Harry's clear eyes, Jerry thought to himself, "Grindelwald's Oblivion Charm is really powerful!"

“It’s nothing, Harry. We’re good friends, how could I stand by and watch someone die!” Jerry laughed heartily, then glanced at the others present and said with even greater determination, “Besides, as Hogwarts students, protecting the Philosopher’s Stone and upholding justice is our bounden duty…”

Jerry delivered a passionate speech that greatly inspired Harry and his friends. After successfully establishing himself as a brave and righteous figure in their minds, Jerry left the school infirmary satisfied.

In the afternoon, on the hillside by Black Lake, Jerry and Hermione lay quietly on the lush green lawn. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, bathing them in warmth and comfort.

Since Jerry successfully thwarted Voldemort's plot and protected the Philosopher's Stone that night, he has become a star at Hogwarts.

What followed was a constant stream of attention and admiration.

These past few days, Jerry has truly experienced the troubles of being a celebrity. Wherever he goes, people greet him warmly, and some upperclasswomen are especially enthusiastic, often grabbing his hand and refusing to let go as soon as they see him.

"I never imagined that becoming a celebrity would bring so much trouble," Jerry said with a wry smile, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Hermione lay on the grass, looking at Jerry with a light laugh, "So, do you still want to enjoy this light?"

"Actually, it feels really good to be recognized, but too much attention can also make people feel a bit uncomfortable," Jerry said, scratching his head.

"Jerry, you promised to come to my house during summer vacation, so you can't go back on your word this time!"

"I've already written to my parents and asked them to prepare the guest room in advance, so you can just stay there!"

Upon hearing Hermione's words, Jerry blinked, only then remembering his promise to her.

Seeing Hermione's expectant face, Jerry gave an awkward laugh and said, "Hermione, I'm going to Paris as soon as summer vacation starts, and I don't know when I'll be back, so..."

"Jerry, what are you going to Paris for?" Hearing Jerry's words, Hermione sat up angrily from the lawn and said loudly, "You promised me!"

"It's all Headmaster Dumbledore's fault! He's the one who sent me to Paris to do his bidding!" Seeing Hermione's anger about to flare up, Jerry quickly grabbed her hand and explained, "It's all Dumbledore's fault!"

Sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore, but given your relationship with Gellert Grindelwald, it doesn't matter if he takes the blame!

"But...why would Headmaster Dumbledore let you go to Paris? Won't it be dangerous? Will Headmaster Dumbledore go with you? Maybe Jerry, you should just refuse!"

"Don't worry, Hermione! Why would the headmaster ask me to do anything dangerous? It's just some trivial matter..."

……

On a nearby hillside, two elderly figures stood silently watching Jerry and Hermione. Warm smiles graced their faces, and their eyes were filled with deep satisfaction.

"Albus, it looks like we'll have to prepare two Christmas presents next year!"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a profound meaning. He nodded slightly, then said with some concern, "Gellert, no matter what, you must ensure Jerry's safety in Paris."

After saying this, Dumbledore handed him the Elder Wand and muttered to himself, "Hopefully this wand will be of help to Jerry!"

After Gellert Grindelwald took the Elder Wand, his expression turned serious, and he said, "Albus, I assure you, I will protect Jerry's safety!"

"The Elder Wand is the most emotionless, the most cold and cruel wand, and it only submits to the strong. If it's handed over to Jerry like this, will the Elder Wand resist?"

“Remember what Ollivander always said? The wand chooses the wizard. Albus, you have to trust Jerry. As our heir, he's better than you think! ...More special!”

Chapter 71 Malfoy: I've discovered an incredible secret!

Year-end banquet.

All the students arrived excitedly at the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Tonight was not only the closing banquet of the school year, but also the time to award this year's House Cup.

In the Slytherin boys' dormitory, Jerry, dressed neatly, also prepared to head to the Great Hall.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" A knocking sound came from the door.

"Who?"

Jerry grabbed his wand, cautiously approached the door, and opened it.

"Your Majesty!"

Catherine, who was standing at the door, bowed respectfully when the door opened.

"Come in!" Jerry led Catherine into the room after seeing that she was there. He glanced outside to make sure no one was there, then closed the door. "Have you done everything I asked you to do?"

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Catherine said, handing the box at her feet to Jerry.

"Not bad!" Jerry opened the box, took out the black hooded coat inside, and put it on. There was a layer of gauze in the hood, which could completely cover Jerry's face.

"This coat was made according to Your Majesty's requirements. It can not only prevent spying magic, but also resist some minor curses!"

After getting dressed, Jerry went to the mirror and carefully checked himself. The veil, while concealing his face, didn't obstruct his vision. The style was also quite nice; as someone who values ​​aesthetics, Jerry was very satisfied.

The only downside might be that wearing the coat makes me look more and more like a villain!

"Have you spoken to the apostles in France?" Jerry asked Catherine after putting away his coat.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that not many people know your identity. The bishops have already issued the highest level of secrecy order as per your request. You can also rest assured about the French side; they do not know your identity. The orders from headquarters to them are for a high-ranking apostle codenamed Black Wing to go there to investigate!"

"Well done, Catherine!"

With the Blackwing alias, it will be much easier to do anything shady in the future!

Ministry of Magic, you've arrested the vicious apostle Blackwing. What does that have to do with me, the brave and righteous Jerry Green?

"Catherine, show me your right wrist!"

Just outside the door, Jerry sensed a familiar fluctuation coming from Catherine's right hand.

Hearing Jerry's words, Catherine was a little confused, but she still did as he said. For her, unconditionally obeying Jerry's orders was the meaning of her existence!

"Just as I thought!" Jerry thought to himself. When Catherine extended her slender wrist to him, he was surprised to find that it had the exact same pattern as the one on his left wrist, only the color was different.

Jerry's pattern is deep black, while Catherine's pattern is bright red, making it stand out particularly against Catherine's fair skin.

Jerry held her soft, boneless right hand tightly, intently observing the mysterious pattern.

Although it might seem like just a difference in color, Jerry knew it was more than just a superficial distinction. He could clearly sense Catherine's presence through the pattern on her wrist, and even had a strange feeling that he could perceive, or even interfere with, the magic within her!

That's terrifying! Interfering with the magic within a wizard who is casting a spell is absolutely fatal in battle!