Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

Chapter 115 Congratulations on mastering a foreign language!

Malfoy and Harry got along fairly well; he danced, and I cheered!

The others were even more confused!

Green smoke billowed, enveloping the entire venue. Neville and Justin lay on the floor, panting heavily. Ron held tightly to the pale-faced Seamus, his heart filled with guilt and fear, repeatedly apologizing.

Even fools like Goyle threw away their wands and started punching and kicking each other, resulting in blood splattering everywhere.

"Stop! You bunch of idiots, stop right now! Stop!" Snape shouted.

Harry stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and everyone else stopped what they were doing and watched Snape quiet down.

"You bunch of idiots, I really want to smash you all to death with this hammer!"

"Didn't you hear what I said at the beginning? I said it was just a disarming charm! Goyle and you trolls, where are your wands?!"

Snape stood on the stage, unleashing a torrent of spittle at the audience below! Jerry, on the other hand, looked completely relaxed, leaning against the wall behind the stage, watching Snape's performance with great interest.

He panicked! He panicked!

"Malfoy, Pott, you two come up here!" After a reprimand, Snape, the old bat, said coldly.

Upon hearing Snape's words, Malfoy looked excited and then grinned maliciously at Harry.

Harry swallowed hard, reluctant to go forward for a long time.

"Hurry up, Mr. Pott! Of course, just say so if you're scared!" Snape gave Harry a sly smile and urged him on.

Seeing this, Harry reluctantly went up onto the stage and stood opposite Malfoy.

"Who's afraid of who! Malfoy, you're not Jerry!" Harry reassured himself.

Once the two were ready, everyone in the hall gathered around them, with Jerry protecting Hermione as they moved to the front.

Ron and Neville also squeezed to the side of the stage and shouted encouragement to Harry!

"Three, two, one! Go!"

As soon as Snape finished speaking, the tip of Malfoy's wand exploded.

Suddenly, a dark shadow darted out from the darkness and landed on the floor between the two of them—it was a long black snake. It stood erect, its eyes flashing with a dangerous light, clearly preparing to attack.

Upon seeing this, the crowd screamed and quickly backed away, making way for an open space.

“Jerry…” Hermione pulled him back as soon as she saw the black snake to prevent him from being attacked.

"It's okay!" Jerry whispered reassuringly, his eyes fixed on the snake on the stage.

It was a strange feeling; he could completely understand the black snake's hiss!

In the past, even if Jerry wasn't afraid, he would still feel uneasy. But now, facing this long black snake, Jerry was surprisingly calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

Having just arrived in unfamiliar surroundings, the black snake appeared unusually enraged, hissing and flicking its tongue as it swam directly towards Justin Finley. It raised its head, revealing its sharp fangs, poised to attack.

"Don't touch it, I'll take it away!" Snape said lazily.

But to Snape's surprise, Harry spoke first, hissing like a snake.

Apart from Jerry, who understood Harry's Parseltongue, everyone else stared at Harry in shock, their faces filled with confusion and fear.

Snape reacted particularly strongly, staring wide-eyed at Harry in disbelief at the terrifying voice that was all too familiar to him.

“Jerry, Harry speaks Parseltongue? He can talk to snakes?” Hermione asked, tugging at Jerry’s sleeve.

"Who knows? We can just ask later!"

"What the hell are you doing?" Justin shouted in alarm, and before Harry could speak, he turned and rushed out of the Great Hall.

Only then did Snape realize what was happening. He stepped forward, waved his wand, and the black snake turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the air.

After staring intently at Harry for a moment, Snape addressed the group, "The dueling club session is over for tonight. Everyone, return to your houses!"

After saying that, he hurriedly left the auditorium.

“You’re a Parseltongue! Why didn’t you tell us?” Ron pulled everyone to a small corner and asked Harry.

"What am I?" Harry asked, looking puzzled, clearly not understanding what Ron was talking about.

“Parsleyan!” Ron explained. “You can talk to snakes!”

"I don't know. I remember talking to a python at the zoo before, but I wasn't a wizard then! It shouldn't be anything special!"

Harry scratched his head and said.

"This isn't a skill that comes easily. Harry, this ability is terrible."

"What's so bad?" Harry asked, just as he suddenly noticed the students not far away whispering among themselves, glancing at him every now and then with obvious fear in their eyes.

Harry felt a chill run down his spine; he had a vague sense of what was going on. The students' whispers and shifty eyes seemed to be hinting at something.

"Being able to talk to snakes...is that scary? I told the snake not to attack Justin!"

“I heard you speaking in Parsleyan, the language of snakes. We can’t understand a word you’re saying, which explains why Justin was so panicked. The way you were talking made it sound like you were urging the snake to attack him,” Ron said.

"I don't know, I thought you could all understand. It should be alright! I'll explain to Justin tomorrow!"

“No, Harry, that’s a big problem!” Hermione whispered. “Because talking to snakes is Salazar Slytherin’s ability. That’s why the symbol of Slytherin House is a snake.”

As Hermione finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Jerry, wondering if he knew any inside information.

"Um... Congratulations, Harry! You've already mastered a foreign language before even graduating!"

Harry: "..."

"Stop joking, Jerry! If this keeps up, Harry will definitely be considered the heir to the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin! Those attacks will all be blamed on him!"

Hearing Hermione's words, Harry finally realized why everyone looked so serious!

Because of the previous attacks, everyone already suspected him of being the culprit, and now the evidence is irrefutable!

“Let’s find time to explain to Justin!” Jerry said nonchalantly.

"I wonder if Justin has gone back to the Hufflepuff lounge! I'm going to find him and explain right now!"

After hearing Jerry's words, Harry hurriedly ran towards Hufflepuff, and Ron and Neville followed.

Chapter 116: Someone from the Ministry of Magic

"Are they really going to be so reckless?" Hermione muttered, watching Harry and the others walk away. She was completely unaware that she sometimes acted even more impulsively than they did!

"What could possibly happen at Hogwarts! Headmaster Dumbledore will take care of it!"

"That's true, after all, the professor is so amazing! But Jerry, you're amazing too! Professor Lockhart was sent flying so far by your spell! How did you do that?"

"Maybe I... am naturally strong!"

……

By the morning of the following day, the snow that had begun late the night before had turned into a fierce blizzard. The wind howled sharply, and snowflakes swirled in the gale, like countless white butterflies struggling in the frigid air.

"Jerry, have you read the Daily Prophet? The Ministry of Magic is coming to our school, apparently because of the attack! The paper also says that Dumbledore might lose his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts because of this!"

Early in the morning, Hermione rushed over with a newspaper in her hand.

Jerry took the newspaper from her and glanced at it. It was an article written by that bastard Rita Skeeter. He smiled dismissively.

"The Daily Prophet publishes countless articles every year saying that Dumbledore will step down, but when has it ever come true!"

"Believe me, Merlin, rather than her!"

Hermione: "..."

……

At lunchtime, Jerry glanced at the simple decorations in the hall and then looked toward the professors' dining area. Sure enough, there were a few more people. Apart from Fudge, the Minister of Magic, whom he had met on the train before, Jerry didn't recognize any of the others!

However, after looking at her attire, Jerry had already guessed who she was!

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Dumbledore tapped his wine glass lightly with the spoon in front of him, signaling everyone to be quiet!

"Let me introduce you all. This gentleman next to me is the current Minister for Magic, and he and some of his colleagues. Welcome to them!"

The students in the audience were few and far between, and they applauded symbolically.

"Thank you, Albus! But we're here to investigate the attack, so we hope you'll cooperate with us!"

“Of course, I will cooperate!” Dumbledore said with a smile to Fudge.

……

Just as Jerry was about to leave the hall after lunch, someone called him back.

"Mr. Green, please wait a moment. Quick, take a picture of Mr. Green and me! Make sure it's a good one!"

When Fudge saw Jerry, he walked up to him and took a picture with him.

"Mr. Green, it's been a long time!" Fudge greeted Jerry after taking the photo.

"Long time no see, Minister. But what brings you here?"

“I just wanted to ask you if you know anything about the attack?” Fudge glanced around and then asked in a low voice.

“Minister, I don’t know much, after all, I’m just a second-year student. You should ask Mr. Dumbledore or the professors!” Jerry frowned slightly as he looked at Fudge.

"Alright! Alright! But sir, if you know anything, please tell me, it concerns your safety!"

As he listened to Fu's righteous and eloquent speech, Jerry's lips twitched. He really was a politician!

“Of course, Mr. Fudge, I will let you know as soon as possible if there is any news!” Jerry said with a smile, forcing a smile despite his discomfort.

After getting rid of Fudge, Jerry was stopped by a man in his forties who wore jeweled glasses and had his hair styled in an elaborate, stiff, and strange way.

"Let me introduce myself, Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

Sure enough, Jerry thought to himself.

While we were having dinner at the long table, Jerry guessed that this person was that bug, Rita Skeeter!

"Madam, what brings you here?" Jerry looked at Rita Skeeter with a creepy, fake smile. He hadn't forgotten her report on "Blackwing" in the Daily Prophet.

"I just want to conduct an interview with you, ask you a few questions. How did you manage to get away on the train last time? Did you lie to everyone and actually let the Dementor escape on its own? You were just lucky! The Merlin Third Class Medal should be very helpful for you as a Slytherin!"