Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

“Mr. Filch, I’ve explained this many times, Mrs. Lorris really has nothing to do with me!”

"Harry Potter, you better pray you don't fall into my hands, or I'll definitely avenge my cat!"

Seeing that more and more students were gathering around, Filch glared at Harry and the others before reluctantly leaving the corridor.

"Why are you arguing with Filch again?"

"It wasn't us, it was Filch who came over like a madman to warn us the moment he saw us! I've explained it so many times, but he just won't believe me!"

"He's a Squib!" Ron said with certainty. "He must be jealous that we have magic!"

“Let’s go to class!” Jerry pointed to the clock on the wall. “If we’re late, Snape will be far more terrifying than Filch!”

Upon hearing this, everyone grabbed their textbooks and hurried towards the potions classroom.

"Thank goodness, we're not late. Snape hasn't arrived yet!"

Harry stood at the classroom door, looked at the empty podium, breathed a sigh of relief, and patted his chest.

“Potter, if I were you, I wouldn’t be standing in the classroom doorway like an idiot, talking to myself!” Snape suddenly appeared behind them, grabbed Harry by the back of his collar, and said menacingly.

"Feel sorry……"

"Pott, because you disrespected the professor, Gryffindor loses one point!"

"Ah? Professor Snape, I didn't mean to..."

“Talking back to the professor, Gryffindor loses another point!” Snape interrupted Harry without listening to his explanation, then glared at Jerry standing to the side before turning and heading to the podium at the front of the classroom.

Neville and Ron each held Harry, one holding him and the other covering his mouth. "Harry, have some respect, calm down!"

They were terrified that he would squander all the House Credits he had worked so hard to earn in Gryffindor in just one Potions class!

Seeing this, Jerry quickly pulled Hermione to a corner, while Harry was pulled by Ron and Neville to the Gryffindor student area.

One advantage of taking Potions with Gryffindor is that Harry, with his inherently sarcastic face, can draw Snape's fire away from Jerry.

Although he was occasionally affected, Jerry faced far less pressure compared to others.

"Thankfully, Professor Snape didn't deduct points for being late today!"

"You're all because of me!" Jerry thought to himself, looking at Hermione's somewhat relieved expression.

Slytherin's chances in this year's House Cup are not looking good. If they lose House Points because of their lateness, Slytherin will definitely lose points as well, especially with Jerry around.

Snape still had some self-respect, so he could only come up with some far-fetched reasons and stand there while deducting Gryffindor's points!

Of course, he could deduct only Gryffindor points and not Slytherin. However, Professor McGonagall would likely have a strong objection to that.

If this happened when Slytherins were leading in points, especially like today when Jerry and Harry were both late, do you think Snape would lose points?

It’s a double happiness!

After all, in his eyes, there were only two kinds of students in Slytherin… the treacherous Jerry Green and the other students!

"Potter, the swelling potion you brewed is too diluted. Use your brain, which has been licked by a troll, to carefully review the steps. If you hand in this garbage after class, I'll make you drink the potion you brewed!"

In the smoky classroom, Snape paced back and forth, rudely criticizing the Gryffindor students' work. Meanwhile, the Slytherin students snickered gleefully, as if watching a captivating spectacle.

“Seimor Finigan, and Neville Longbottom, you two idiots! Didn’t I tell you to use low temperature heating?! Your crucible is too hot! Hurry up…”

Before Snape could finish speaking, Seamus and Neville's cauldrons exploded, splashing swelling potion everywhere.

Fortunately, Jerry reacted quickly enough to use his wand to cast a spell, blocking the liquid that was flying towards him and Hermione.

The others weren't so lucky, and they all screamed.

Simo was the most seriously injured; his face was sprayed with the medicine, and his nose swelled up like a balloon.

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Others had arms so swollen they were like clubs and couldn't lift them; others had eyes so swollen they were the size of dinner plates in the hall and stumbled around aimlessly.

Snape's lips were splattered with the swelling potion, and his upper and lower lips swelled up like two sausages hanging from them!

"You banana, you balaclava! Everyone come here to get some swelling-reducing medicine!"

After watching the slurred Snape distribute anti-swelling medicine to everyone, Jerry lowered his head, trying hard not to laugh.

Professor Snape, you look terrible right now!

"Pfft!" Jerry covered his mouth, but still couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Snape, whose lips had recovered after using the anti-swelling medicine, walked over with a gloomy expression after seeing Jerry and Hermione's strange behavior.

“Professor, I’ve remembered something happy!” Jerry looked at Snape, pinched his thigh hard, and spoke in a high-pitched voice to make himself appear more serious.

"What happy thing?"

"Hermione's potion was a great success!"

Hermione, sitting to the side, also tried her best to suppress her laughter, putting on a serious expression, but she just couldn't hide the upturned corners of her mouth!

"What are you laughing at now?" Snape asked, staring at Hermione.

"Jerry's potion was also a success!"

"You're all brewing the same potion!?"

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes!" Jerry nodded quickly.

Was I funny just now?

"Professor, we didn't see anything, and no matter how funny it is... we won't laugh... unless we can't help it!"

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"Ha ha……"

In the hallway outside the Potions classroom, Jerry, who had been kicked out by Snape early, finally couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

"Jerry, are we really okay like this?" Hermione whispered.

"Don't worry, get out of class is almost over, and we've already finished the tasks Professor Snape assigned us!" Jerry said, pointing to the clock.

"Well, hopefully Professor Snape won't cause us any trouble in Potions class!"

……

In the Hogwarts Great Hall, the two who had finished class early sat down at an empty long table to enjoy a sumptuous lunch.

Soon after, students from various houses began to enter. Harry, pulled along by Ron and Neville, angrily sat down at the long table and began to rant and rave about Snape.

"What happened? Why are you so angry?" Jerry pointed at Harry, then asked Neville.

"That was terrifying!" Neville couldn't help but shudder, his whole body trembling with fear. "After you two left, Snape went on a rampage, deducting points from all the potions we brewed, especially Harry's potions, which Snape completely scorned!"

Jerry: "..."

……

Saturday morning, the sky was a clear blue, and the sun shone brightly, sweeping away the winter gloom. It was a rare treat, and the warm sunshine outside the castle felt especially pleasant!

Jerry and Hermione were discussing going for a walk outside the castle later when they were interrupted by a sharp scream. A Hufflepuff student rushed into the castle in a panic, shouting for help.

"Calm down, tell me what happened?" The Hufflepuff prefect, seeing that the person was a student from his house, immediately ran over to support his swaying body and asked.

"Filch... Filch was attacked and is bleeding a lot, right... right in the second-floor hallway!"

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately ran in the direction he pointed, and Jerry and Hermione followed the crowd to the second floor.

"Ah!" The younger students and some of the girls screamed in terror when they saw Filch lying in a pool of blood. They were horrified by the gruesome sight before them.

Hermione was the same; she was startled by the scene before her, grabbed Jerry's hand in a panic, her body trembling slightly involuntarily, and then turned around and nestled tightly against his chest, trying to find a sense of security.

Jerry held Hermione in his arms, gently stroking her hair and whispering comforting words in her ear, his eyes fixed on Filch's bleeding wound on his back.

Looking at the horrific wound that stretched from his shoulder to his waist, Jerry couldn't help but gasp. He could even see the bones and spine on Filch's back.

Was this also done by Ginny, or was she controlled by Voldemort? Jerry wondered to himself.

Could it be because Filch and Harry had an argument a couple of days ago?

Wow! That's terrifying! I hope Harry will be happy after his marriage!

Jerry patted Hermione on the back to comfort her, and at the same time, he comforted himself, thankfully he had always been chaste and never philandered!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

A student just informed the professors, and they've all come over now.

Upon seeing Filch's miserable state, all the professors became unusually serious, including Dumbledore.

To be honest, this was the first time Jerry had ever seen Dumbledore make that expression in the year or so he had known him.

“He’s not dead yet, but he’s been petrified!” Snape said to Dumbledore after giving Filch a quick check of his wounds.

"Take him to the school clinic immediately and hand him over to Mrs. Pomfrey!"

"All students, please leave the corridor now. Prefects, please make arrangements for your respective houses. Be careful! Minerva, I'll leave things here to you!"

Professor McGonagall nodded after hearing Dumbledore's words and then orderly led the students out of the corridor and back into the hall.

"What happened?" Harry and his two friends had just gotten up, washed up, and come to the hall, completely unaware of what had happened.

"Where did you go just now?" Hermione asked immediately upon seeing the three of them.

"In the dormitory! What's wrong?" Only then did Harry notice that not only the Gryffindor students, but also the students from the other three years were looking at him with serious expressions.

“Just now, Filch…”

……

"Thank you for your hard work, Minerva! Have all the students been settled?"

Professor McGonagall nodded and then asked, "How is Filch?"

Before Dumbledore could answer, Madam Pomfrey rushed in.

"How's the situation?"

Madam Pomfrey shook her head and said, "Headmaster, Filch is now on the verge of death. He's been petrified and his body is stiff. Moreover, the wound on his back was inflicted by dark magic, and I can't stop the bleeding at all! They clearly want him to bleed to death in agony!"

"Madam, is there any way to save Filch now?"