Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

Chapter 41: Dish, practice more

"This feels so good!"

Jerry and Hermione leaned against a bare tree at the top of the hill, enjoying the warm winter sun.

Gradually, Jerry drifted off to sleep in this peaceful and comfortable environment.

……

As the sun set, Jerry woke up feeling a slight chill. Looking at Hermione beside him, he asked, "Is the competition over? Hermione, why didn't you wake me up?"

Looking at Jerry, who had just woken up beside her, Hermione smiled and said, "The game ended a long time ago, but seeing you sleeping so soundly, I really didn't have the heart to disturb you and wanted you to rest a little longer."

Upon noticing that Hermione's little hands were red from the cold, Jerry felt a warmth in his heart. He held Hermione's hands tightly, as if trying to convey his warmth in this way.

Jerry looked into Hermione's eyes and asked with concern, "Are you cold? Did you feel a bit chilly while resting here?"

Hermione shook her head gently, her face slightly flushed, her gaze fixed intently on Jerry's hands that were tightly holding hers.

Her slightly cold hands began to warm up under Jerry's warm grip, and an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart.

Seeing Jerry's concerned expression, Hermione didn't feel repulsed at all; on the contrary, she was secretly pleased and even enjoyed it.

At this moment, Hermione could clearly feel Jerry's sincerity and care, a kind of happiness she had never experienced before and could not describe.

"It's time to go back, the sun is about to set!"

"Ok!"

Hermione packed her things, gently took Jerry's arm, and headed towards Hogwarts Castle.

Two figures, skipping and frolicking, were left on the path bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

……

Jerry and Hermione were immediately drawn to the lively scene before them as they stepped into the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The Gryffindor students gathered here, celebrating joyfully, their faces beaming with ecstatic smiles, as if this were their day of victory.

Jerry couldn't help but think that they probably hadn't been as happy as they were today, not even when they won the Academy Cup.

Meanwhile, in stark contrast to Gryffindor, the students of the Slytherin area all kept their heads down, silent, some even gritting their teeth as they stared in Gryffindor's direction.

"Jerry, Hermione, you're finally here!"

When Harry, Ron, and Neville saw Jerry and Hermione enter the hall, they ran over, and Harry excitedly gave Jerry a hug.

Harry said excitedly, "Jerry, I heard from Ron and the others that you really saved my life today!"

"No need to be polite, we're all brothers!"

Although Jerry responded nonchalantly, he secretly resented this tool. Even if I didn't rescue you, Dumbledore wouldn't let anything happen to you.

Although his friends were celebrating in the hall, Jerry did not join them.

Jerry took Hermione's hand and quietly left the crowd, moving to the other end of the long table. It was relatively quiet there, without the noise of the center of the hall, allowing them to enjoy their food in peace.

The long table was laden with various delicacies, their aroma filling the air. Jerry and Hermione sat down and began to savor the food.

Jerry forked a piece of roast meat with his utensils, put it in his mouth and chewed. The tenderness of the meat and its perfect roasting made him savor the taste. At the same time, the two also tasted various side dishes and desserts, and every bite made them feel satisfied and happy.

The house-elves in Hogwarts kitchens are definitely not native to Britain!

"Hi~ Jerry!"

"Neville? Why didn't you celebrate with Harry and the others?"

“I came to remind you about Snape and the Malfoys. I remember my grandmother once told me that the Malfoys were all Death Eaters.”

"I don't know if Snape knows about the Malfoys' connection to the Death Eaters, but Snape is extremely close to the Malfoys, so you need to be extra careful in Slytherin."

Hearing Neville's words, Hermione agreed with some concern: "Yes, Jerry. I didn't want to believe it at first, but Snape's behavior today really raises suspicions."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," Jerry said softly to comfort him.

After dinner, Jerry and Hermione prepared to return to their respective dorm rooms to rest.

Before leaving, Hermione was still a little worried. She said anxiously, "Jerry, I'm still a little concerned. To make sure you're safe, I suggest you go to the Gryffindor boys' common room with Neville and the others."

Seeing the little witch's uneasy expression, Jerry gave Hermione a hug, let her rest her head on his shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, Hermione, I promise you I'll be careful."

……

"Look who's here! Isn't this Jerry Green, the good student of Slytherin?"

As soon as Jerry stepped into the Slytherin common room, he sensed an unusual atmosphere. The atmosphere was noticeably more tense than usual, with a group of upperclassmen, led by Quidditch players, gathered there.

It seems like all these people are waiting for me!

Marcus and his friends had long disliked Jerry Green. A wizard from a Muggle family, he not only joined Slytherin, but also spent all his time hanging out with Gryffindors!

Jerry wasn't bothered by the earlier taunts. Instead, he calmly looked at them and said indifferently, "You lost the Quidditch match, so you're upset and want to cause me trouble?"

"Cook, just practice more!"

"Shut up!" Marcus, somewhat disarmed by Jerry's mockery, shouted, "You disgrace to Slytherin, you filthy scum..."

"Shut up, Marcus, do you want to die?"

Before Marcus could finish speaking, a cold voice suddenly appeared, interrupting his cursing.

What a pity! Jerry thought to himself, then put his wand, which he had already half-drawn out, back in.

Upon hearing the sound, everyone looked towards the back of the crowd.

It's him, Trevor Shackleton!

Trevor Shackles ignored the presence of the others and strode to the front of the crowd, a smile on his face, and bowed to Jerry.

However, the smiling mask did not last long, and he quickly turned serious, staring coldly at Marcus and the others.

Upon seeing that the visitor was Trevor Shackles, Jerry did not linger but immediately turned and left the Slytherin common room.

Trevor Shackles and his ilk are so mysterious, and Jerry is certain they're spying on him.

This feeling of being spied on and threatened made him very uncomfortable.

So until he was able to kill them all, Jerry thought it best to avoid them as much as possible!

Chapter 42 Hermione's Invitation

"Why? Mr. Shakel, why would you help a Mudblood?" Marcus asked unwillingly.

Upon hearing Marcus's question, Trevor Shackles coldly replied, "Ms. Ferris told me to tell you that if you dare to disrespect Mr. Jerry Green again, she will personally send your entire family to hell!"

Ignoring the reactions of the crowd, Trevor Shackleton left with a cold warning before departing.

……

In the private lounge, Trevor Shackled stood respectfully at the door and humbly addressed the person inside: "Ms. Ferres, I have already warned Marcus and the others, and His Majesty has returned to his quarters."

The people in the room were silent for a moment, then a cold voice rang out: "Very good, continue to monitor Marcus and his men's actions. I don't want any accidents to happen."

"Is monitoring all that's needed? Is it necessary to...?"

"Don't cause any unnecessary trouble. Time is on our side. All you need to do is ensure that Marcus and the others don't bother His Majesty. The rest is up to His Majesty to handle!"

……

Monday, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Jerry glanced at Quirrell, then turned to Harry and asked, "Harry, did you ask Hagrid? Cerberus is a tough nut to crack!"

"We asked, but Hagrid said it was a secret and he couldn't tell us. However, we found out a name from Hagrid, something like... Nico, Nicole Flamel, yes, that's the name?"

"Jerry, Hermione, do you two know who this person is?"

Hermione shook her head and said, "Perhaps we can go to the library and check!"

Jerry said, "Nico Flamel, I think I've heard that name before! Let me think!"

Harry and the others looked at Jerry expectantly when they heard him say that.

After thinking for a moment, Jerry said, "It seems to be related to alchemy. Harry, you can go to the library and borrow a few books on alchemy. It would be best if you could bring them with you. We'll help you look for them!"

Upon hearing Jerry's answer, Harry nodded excitedly and said, "Jerry, you're amazing! You know everything! I'll go right after class!"

Seeing Harry's excited expression, Jerry's lips curled up slightly.

Yes, that's it! Harry, keep it up! Get me the book on forbidden alchemy out of the restricted section as soon as possible!

After class, Jerry, who was packing up his things, glanced at Quirrell, who was deep in thought above the podium, and muttered to himself, "What a useless piece of trash."

You've given me such a clear hint, why aren't you going to find Hagrid yet!

Voldemort was a complete waste; what kind of people did he hire?!

Time flies, and it's already mid-December.

With Christmas just around the corner, Hogwarts School is immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

During this time, Jerry was enjoying a comfortable campus life.

Jerry had prepared himself for an attack by Marcus and his gang, but now it seemed he had underestimated Trevor Shackles' strength and influence.

On a cold morning, Hogwarts School was covered in thick snow, like a white fairy tale world.

The lake was frozen solid, a tranquil expanse of ice reflecting the azure sky.

On this cold morning, the Weasley twins are punished for a mischievous prank.

They cast a spell on several snowballs, making them agile and cunning, and then frantically chased Professor Quirrell around everywhere.

Finally, a snowball slammed into the back of Professor Quirrell's head, leaving him utterly humiliated.

……

With the holiday approaching, everyone is eagerly looking forward to relaxing and enjoying the warmth of family time.

In the afternoon, it was potions class.

Although the lounge and auditorium were filled with roaring fires, making it feel like a warm spring day, the corridors with howling drafts were as cold and biting as ice, with each gust of wind penetrating through clothing and making people shiver.