Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"Malfoy, stop bothering me. You're the Seeker. Just keep an eye on Potter during the game. As long as you make sure he doesn't catch the Golden Snitch, with the other Slytherin players' abilities, we'll definitely beat Gryffindor!"

Jerry already had little appetite for the food on the table when he woke up early, and with Malfoy constantly nagging beside him, he was even less able to eat breakfast!

"But Jerry, I still..."

"Stop, Malfoy, if you really want to beat Potter, I have an idea for you. During the match, ignore the Golden Snitch and just keep an eye on Potter. Then you can trade one for one with him. You won't lose out, and Slytherin will definitely win!"

"Huh? Wouldn't that be a foul?"

"A foul? You're afraid of that? How many balls will you get for a foul? Besides, Quidditch doesn't have a rule about sending players off the field!"

"Yeah!" Malfoy thought to himself. "At worst, I and Potter will both get injured. If Slytherin wins, I'll be lying in the infirmary with him, and I can even mock him a few more times!" Heh heh...

Jerry chuckled inwardly as he watched Malfoy lost in his own world.

The next match between Slytherin and Gryffindor is going to be exciting! Even Jerry, who usually dislikes Quidditch, is starting to look forward to it!

At that point, it will probably really be a chase between him and the other on the field!

Harry, good luck!

"Jerry, why are you up so early today!"

Hermione, you're here!

Jerry smiled gently at Hermione, who had just come out of the lounge, then turned to look at Malfoy, who was still standing there, lost in his own world and grinning foolishly. His expression changed, and he kicked him to wake him up, giving him a warning look that he could leave!

"Huh? Oh!" Noticing Jerry's cold, warning look, Malfoy swayed and dazed as he left the long table.

"Jerry, what did Malfoy want with you?" Hermione asked curiously as Malfoy left.

As Hermione entered the hall, she immediately saw Malfoy standing next to Jerry, his mouth moving as if he were saying something.

She was worried that Jerry might be negatively influenced by Malfoy, so she quickly ran over.

"It's alright, Hermione! Malfoy just invited me to a Quidditch match!"

After driving Malfoy away, the coldness vanished instantly, and a bright smile returned to Jerry's face.

"Really? Jerry, you're going to play Quidditch?" Hermione looked at Jerry incredulously and asked excitedly.

"It's fake, don't get excited! You should know that in my eyes there's no sport more foolish than Quidditch!"

"Okay! I knew it!" Hermione sighed. Jerry, who usually always made excuses to come to the games with her, was definitely not going to participate himself!

"But Jerry, you should stay away from Malfoy, don't let him lead you astray!"

Hermione understood that Jerry had always been a person with his own opinions, and she knew his determination and clarity.

However, deep down I still have some worries, after all, people can change, especially gentle and kind people like Jerry, who are more easily influenced by others.

It seems I need to be more careful in the future! Hermione thought to herself.

"Don't worry, Hermione! I'm not close to Malfoy!" Jerry patted Hermione's hand, gently reassuring her. "Besides, you know my personality; I'm not easily influenced by others!"

Malfoy is really just a mischievous kid; he's not inherently bad, but his personality is incredibly contradictory, a mix of pride and insecurity. His wand perfectly embodies this—hawthorn wood with a unicorn hair core. Hawthorn wands often possess contradictory qualities, and the unicorn hair core is widely considered the least likely to succumb to dark magic.

However, later on, being part of a Death Eater family, he no longer had the choice in many things!

Jerry is actually lucky because the two old men in his family are incredibly helpful!

Voldemort? What's Voldemort? Is he even a good fighter? What good is being a good fighter? To survive in this world, you need power and connections. You're just a nobody!

Good morning, Jerry and Hermione!

Jerry continued poking at the food on his plate with his cutlery, while Hermione remained the same, eating her breakfast with a spoon in her right hand and flipping through her spellbook with her left! A moment later, Harry and the others came over, looking dejected and yawning.

"Looks like you got a real dressing down from Snape last night!" Jerry said jokingly to Harry and Ron.

Jerry, you knew all along?

“Harry, don’t worry, if anything happens to Gryffindor, Slytherin will be the first to know! But thankfully, Gryffindor hasn’t lost any house points.” Jerry pointed to the house points board on the wall of the hall and said.

"It's all thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, otherwise Ron and I would definitely have been expelled by Snape last night!"

Harry still felt a lingering fear when he thought about Snape in the Potions Office last night!

"It's alright, just stay away from Snape in the future!"

"That's the only way!" Harry said helplessly.

“Harry, didn’t you check the schedule? We have Snape’s Potions class this week!” Harry had just breathed a sigh of relief when Neville, sitting next to him, delivered a precise blow, making his heart jump again.

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Seeing Harry fidgeting, Jerry thought for a moment, and a bad idea popped into his head.

“Harry, I actually have two brilliant plans. If you do as I say, Snape will not only not make things difficult for you, but he might even take good care of you!”

"Really? Jerry, tell us!"

Jerry's words piqued the curiosity of the group, even Hermione, who was reading a book, put down her book and leaned over to hear his "brilliant plan."

"The first one is Harry. Go find a piece of cloth and cover your face, leaving only your green eyes showing."

"Huh? Why? Does Snape hate seeing me that much?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Don't worry about why! Just do as I say, it'll definitely work!"

Although Jerry sounded confident, Harry shook his head, thinking it was unreliable; just showing his eyes was too uncomfortable!

"The second idea is a bit more troublesome! Harry, go find a girl in your house and borrow a set of women's clothes. As long as you dress up as a girl, it will definitely work! Snape certainly won't give you any trouble!"

"What were you thinking? That's outrageous!" Hermione couldn't help but complain before Harry could even speak. According to Jerry, was Professor Snape a sexist?

Harry was shaking his head frantically, not knowing if it would work, but if he did as Jerry suggested, Malfoy would definitely laugh himself to death!

And Snape, who was so considerate and caring towards him…wait! Professor, I still prefer your rebellious side!

"Don't worry about what I'm thinking. The method will definitely work; it's just a matter of whether you use it or not!"

Hermione looked at Jerry's confident expression, seemingly lost in thought.

Harry sat at the long table, gave a wry smile, and assumed Jerry was joking with him, so he didn't take his words seriously and started eating breakfast, since he still had classes in the morning.

Not long after, a chaotic scene unfolded overhead. A large flock of owls swarmed into the auditorium, circled in mid-air, tossed letters and packages from the students onto their heads, and then left.

A huge package hit Neville right on the head. Then, a grayish-brown owl wobbled and plunged headfirst into the milk jug on the long table. Luckily, Jerry reacted quickly and pulled Hermione away, but Harry and Ron weren't so lucky; milk splashed all over them.

"Errol!" Ron called out, quickly grabbing the wet owl's claws and freeing it from the milk jug.

“Oh, no!” Ron exclaimed.

“It’s alright, it’s still alive.” Neville gently poked the owl with his finger. “But I think you should be more worried about the letter it’s carrying!”

"A roaring letter! My mom sent me a roaring letter!"

“Believe me, Ron, you’d better open it,” Neville whispered, a look of horror on his face, taking a deep breath. “My grandma once sent me a howling letter, and I ignored it, and the result… was horrible.”

Upon hearing Neville's words, Ron swallowed hard, reached out with trembling hands, and carefully took the envelope from Errol's mouth, tearing it open.

Seeing this, Neville quickly covered his ears with his fingers, while Harry was puzzled, but he soon found out why.

When the envelope was torn open, a powerful sound instantly filled the entire auditorium, shaking everyone's eardrums.

“Ronaldo Weasley, how dare you steal a car! If the professors expel you, your father and I won’t be surprised at all…”

A few minutes later, the roaring finally stopped, and the red envelope fell to the ground, curling up and turning to ashes. The men sat dumbfounded at the long table, their heads still buzzing!

Then, loud laughter echoed throughout the hall!

“No…” Ron’s face turned red, while Harry lowered his head in shame.

"This is so ridiculous!" Jerry thought to himself.

Chapter 92 Professor Snape, someone is selling shampoo at the school!

It took Harry and Ron a long time to come to their senses.

"Hey Ron, did your dad modify that car himself, or did he buy it? Where can I buy one? And can the exterior be customized?" Jerry asked, his eyes sparkling with interest.

Jerry thinks a flying car is much more reliable than a flying broom! Right now, the last thing he needs is a Galon, so he wants to get one to play with!

As for whether Jerry is old enough to drive a car... well, let the Ministry of Magic officials talk to his parents!

Ron stared wide-eyed at Jerry in surprise, clearly not expecting him to be so interested.

"Jerry, where did you get so many Galleons? But I regret to inform you that my dad bought the car from a Muggle, and he just modified it with magic. My mom even had a big fight with him about it!"

"I see..." Jerry stroked his chin, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"If you're really interested, I can write to your dad for you in a while! But it'll have to be a while, because I'm afraid if I bring up cars again now, Mom will send me another yelling letter!"

"That's great! Thank you, Ron!"

“But Jerry, your interests are really strange, you actually like magical cars!” Ron scratched his head and looked at Jerry.

"You're kidding me! You'd rather ride a broom than sit in a comfortable car!" Jerry thought to himself.

Jerry smiled and didn't refute. Perhaps in the other person's eyes, a flying broom is the standard equipment for a wizard!

"Oh no! We're going to be late, Jerry. We have to go. The greenhouse isn't close to the main hall!" Hermione said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

The first lesson in Gryffindor was Herbalism taught by Professor Sprout, which was taken with the Hufflepuff students.

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Charms classroom.

Professor Flitwick stood atop a pile of books, waving his wand and teaching spells.

The students below all followed the professor, waving their wands and chanting spells, except for Jerry.

He continued to look at his spellbook as usual. The other students were initially curious about Jerry's eccentricities, but after a while, they got used to it.

After class, Jerry approached Professor Flitwick. "Professor, I have a question for you! It's about the Inflation Charm!"

Inflation Charm? Flitwick glanced at Jerry curiously upon hearing this, because logically speaking, given Jerry's talent, the Inflation Charm should have been very easy for him!

"Professor, if I use the Expansion Charm on an eight-eyed giant spider, will I get more venom? Is this venom the same as the venom of a normal eight-eyed giant spider?"

"So that's the problem! Actually, Jerry, many people have asked the same question, and many wizards are still researching it, but unfortunately, the answer is no. Magical materials harvested using the Expansion Charm are unusable because there are too many impurities! However, it doesn't matter if they are ordinary materials."

"You can go check behind Hagrid's hut; the pumpkins there have all been enlarged with a magic spell, in preparation for Halloween!"