Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

It has lost all its former vigor; its eyes are lifeless, and every now and then a few feathers fall off its body, making it look like a turkey that has been plucked of half its feathers.

Soon after, a crackling sound rang out, and the bird suddenly burst into flames. Fox let out a scream, then vanished before his eyes, turning into ashes that hadn't quite died down and landed on the office floor.

"Finally reborn! The phoenix is ​​truly amazing!" Jerry squatted down, looking at the ashes before him with a sigh.

“It’s about time,” Dumbledore said. “Fox’s rebirth this time will take longer than the previous ones!”

Just as the two were talking, a tiny, wrinkled baby bird poked its head out of the ashes.

"Is this a phoenix? It looks so good...it has some unique features!" Jerry looked at the ugly fledgling and gently poked its tiny body!

Seemingly understanding the meaning behind Jerry's words, Fox gave his hand a hard peck.

"This little thing can understand me!" Jerry exclaimed in surprise, looking at the white marks Fox had pecked on his fingers. "I didn't expect it to be so strong!"

"Fox has only been reborn once! Don't treat him like some clueless little fellow!" Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

"Okay, okay! It's small, but it's cute too! Alright!" Jerry gestured with his thumb and forefinger.

"Fox will grow back up and recover soon, Jerry. What are your plans?"

"Let's deal with the basilisk first!" Jerry said, shaking his head. "Voldemort's probably getting impatient too! Ginny Weasley's body and his soul aren't very compatible!"

“He probably still wants Harry!” Dumbledore sighed.

“There’s something I don’t know if you know,” Jerry said, looking at Dumbledore with a serious expression. “The Death Eaters and the Apostles are cooperating. Catherine told me the other day that they borrowed a lot of materials from the Apostles. Voldemort probably wants to rebuild his physical body!”

"As expected!" Dumbledore muttered to himself, "Did you stop the Apostles?"

"Why should we stop him? Even without the Apostles, Voldemort can still regenerate and resurrect. Rather than refusing, it's better to let him operate under our close surveillance!"

Even if he could stop Jerry, he couldn't stop him. He might even help him resurrect, since without Voldemort, he would still be short one offering!

From the perspective of current interests, Jerry is actually in cahoots with Voldemort! Because they share the same goal: to resurrect Voldemort!

“I hope you’re right!” Dumbledore said thoughtfully, glancing at Jerry.

"Albus, something's happened! Another student at the school has been petrified!"

Just as Jerry was talking to Dumbledore, Snape knocked on the door and rushed in, then looked at Jerry in surprise, not expecting him to be there too.

"Who is injured? How serious is it?" Upon hearing the news, Dumbledore immediately stood up from his seat and asked.

When Fudge came to investigate yesterday, Dumbledore told him that Hogwarts was safe. I never expected to be proven wrong so quickly!

"Justin Finley, Hufflepuff's student!"

"I understand, Severus. Go check it out on the scene first!"

Snape nodded, then gestured to Dumbledore with his eyes, "You still have a student here!"

"Professor, I think I'll go with you to take a look! I reckon my friends are there too!"

"OK then!"

When Jerry followed Dumbledore and Snape to the corridor where the incident occurred, he found that it was already surrounded by people.

Before even getting close to the scene, they heard Pippi the Ghost shouting, "It's happening! Potter's started killing again! No one, human or ghost, can escape his clutches!! Run for your lives! It's happening!"

"Shut up, you little devil! It's none of my business, I just happened to be passing by!"

Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and others also arrived after hearing the news.

Upon approaching, Jerry found Justin Finley lying on the floor. His body was cold and stiff, an indescribable terror frozen on his face, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling—a chilling scene.

That wasn't all; next to Justin was another ghost. It was Nick, almost headless, no longer the milky-white, translucent figure he once was. Now, he was completely black, shrouded in smoke, and hovered motionless six inches above the ground, utterly eerie.

Nick's head was only half there, and his face bore the same look of terror as Justin's.

"Jerry, why are you so late? I was so worried! I thought something had happened to you too!" Hermione rushed over as soon as she saw Jerry.

"What could possibly happen to me!" Jerry chuckled, then reassured him, "What's going on here?"

"I'm not entirely sure either. I just heard someone shout 'Attack!' in the hall, so I followed the others over! And that's when I saw Harry and Peeves..."

"It's nothing, Harry's just unlucky, he ran into it again!" Jerry said, suppressing a laugh as he looked at Harry's tearful expression.

Even the most brilliant Chopin today probably couldn't capture the sadness in Harry's music! Haha!

Above their heads, Pippi the Ghost floated leisurely, looking down at the chaotic scene below with a gloating expression, clearly wanting to see the world in chaos.

"Potter, you nasty bastard! Look what you've done! You've killed a student, and you think you're funny?"

"Stop fooling around, Peeves!" Professor McGonagall, who was maintaining order, shouted. "Don't say things that are detrimental to unity!"

“Little McGregor, trust me…”

"Enough, you little devil! Shut up!"

"And what about Xiaomaig? I've told you so many times, when you're at work, you should use your job title!"

Peeves heard Professor McGonagall's words, made a face at her, and then passed through the wall into the classroom next door.

Justin was rushed to the school infirmary by Professor Flitwick and Professor Sinister of the Astronomy Department, to see Mrs. Pomfrey. However, the question of what to do with Nick, who was nearly headless, left everyone perplexed and unsure of what to do.

Professor McGonagall thought for a moment, then conjured a giant fan and gracefully fanned Nick up the stairs.

"Professor, I swear I didn't!" Harry said dejectedly when he saw Dumbledore.

"I know, I know! But Harry, you have to come with me for a second!"

In the end, Harry was taken away by Dumbledore, the master of motivational speeches and professor of life philosophy, to the headmaster's office for a pep talk and a shot of adrenaline!

Chapter 119 Hogsmeade

Justin and Nick, who was nearly headless, were attacked unexpectedly, instantly filling the already tense atmosphere with panic.

At first, only the students were afraid, but now even the ghosts of Hogwarts are starting to get restless.

Strangely, everyone was most horrified by Nick's near-headless fate.

What could possibly harm a ghost like this? What terrifying power could possibly harm a dead person?

Needless to say, Harry was an unlucky guy; almost every student who encountered him looked terrified and kept their distance.

However, Fred and George found it all quite amusing. They deliberately ran ahead of Harry in the corridor, strutting confidently and shouting, "Make way for the heir of Slytherin! The evil wizard is coming!"

Harry knew the two meant no harm and were just joking with him to comfort him, but he was still speechless.

That was a good way to comfort you, but don't try that next time!

Due to the impact of the attacks, this year's students are very different from those of previous years. Everyone is eagerly scrambling to book seats on the Hogwarts Express, hoping to go home and spend Christmas in peace.

Looking at the students around him who were already eager to go home, Jerry sighed, "The school will probably be deserted by then!"

"Jerry, aren't you and Hermione going home for Christmas? Are you staying at school?" Neville looked at them with a hint of envy. "Unfortunately, I also want to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays, but my grandma won't allow it!"

"Harry, where are you and Ron?"

"I'm not in the mood to listen to their bullshit Christmas nonsense right now. I just want to find out who's behind this!"

"Don't worry!" Hermione said, looking at the dejected Harry. "The Polyjuice Potion is almost ready and we'll be able to drink it soon!"

“Great, then it’ll be just us left at school!” Ron whispered to the group. “I’ve secretly looked at the professors’ list of those staying on campus, and Malfoy is on it. As for Goyle and Crabbe, they’re definitely on it too. They always do whatever Malfoy does!”

"You'd better be careful! Grandma said the Malfoys are cunning and not good people!"

“Don’t worry, Neville!” Harry said, looking at Malfoy, who was playing around with the other Slytherin students at the long table across from them.

……

Hogsmeade Village, located near Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was built around the same time.

The man who built it was named Hanges, a wizard who came here to escape persecution by Muggles.

On Christmas Day, Jerry followed Dumbledore's instructions and went to Hogsmeade through the secret passage marked on the Marauder's Map to find Aberforth.

The village was much smaller than he had imagined, but it was unique, full of thatched roofs and beautiful shops.

Near the Black Lake is a train station, which is the final stop after the Hogwarts Express departs from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

Perhaps because of Christmas, the trees in the village were covered with enchanted candles, and the streets were bustling with activity.

He had even just seen Professor McGonagall in a teahouse called Mrs. Patiffe, which startled him so much that he quickly pulled up his hood from behind his robe to cover his face.

Jerry strolled leisurely along the street, browsing through the various shops. His eyes darted between the shop windows, curiously examining the dazzling array of goods.

Before long, he arrived at the small pub located at the corner of the main road in Hogsmeade Village.

A dilapidated wooden sign hangs on a rusty bracket above the door, depicting a severed pig's head, its blood seeping through the white cloth wrapped around it.

"The wizard's quirks!" Jerry thought to himself, looking at the pig's head.

Jerry's first reaction upon seeing the bar was that it was dirty, extremely dirty. Thick grime had accumulated on the windows on the walls, and he doubted whether any light could get through!

Do you really expect customers to come to a place like this?

Stepping into the bar, the floor initially appears to be thick mud. However, as Jerry walks on it, he discovers that it is actually centuries of grime accumulated on a stone surface.

Jerry frowned as he looked at the stains on his shoes. He glanced around; the place was deserted, and the counter was unattended.

"Is anyone home? I'm looking for Mr. Aberforth Dumbledore!"

As soon as Jerry finished speaking, an old figure appeared.

"Hey kid, didn't you see the sign at the door that says we're closed today?"

An elderly man, who bore a resemblance to Dumbledore, tall and thin with gray hair and beard, stood on the second-floor stairs looking at Jerry and said impatiently.

"Professor Dumbledore sent me to find you. Are you Aberforth?"

"Did Albus send you? Kid, I am indeed Aberforth. What do you want... wait," Aberforth quickly came down from the second floor, his eyes fixed on Jerry's face and hair, muttering repeatedly, "No, no..."

He seemed to be searching for something, or confirming something.

"What's your name? Who are your parents?" Aberforth asked after staring at him for a while.

“I am Jerry Green. As for my background, haven’t you already guessed it?”

“Sure enough,” Aberforth looked at Jerry with a complicated expression, “I didn’t realize you’ve grown so much!”

"Where's Albus? Didn't he come with you?" Aberforth asked after a moment of silence. But before Jerry could answer, he muttered to himself, "It's normal that he didn't come; that's just like him!"

“Come with me, son!” Aberforth led Jerry into a room that resembled an office. Apart from a framed picture of a young girl, the room was covered in a thick layer of dust.