Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

But if he knew, that would be interesting.

Thirty thousand apostles are not only capable of overthrowing the British Ministry of Magic, but they may even be able to unify the European magical world!

When that time comes, it will truly be a chance to rebuild Grindelwald's glory, and we will have no choice but to do so!

Jerry's current identity with Dumbledore is that of one of his own infiltrated into the Apostles organization, while with the Apostles, Jerry is a newly awakened Dark Lord temporarily lying dormant beside Dumbledore.

Sigh! Although Jerry admits that his acting skills are okay, it's really difficult to switch between these different character traits.

Thinking about this, Jerry couldn't help but sigh. His life had only just begun, yet he already felt like he was walking on thin ice!

……

The next morning, Jerry arrived at Hogwarts Great Hall and saw Harry, who was still somewhat listless.

"Harry, you're up so early today! Judging by your appearance, you went to the forbidden section again last night? Didn't I tell you about the Philosopher's Stone yesterday?!"

Hearing Jerry's words, Harry shook his head and said, "I just found out last night that Snape is the referee for the next Quidditch match!"

"Really? Congratulations!"

Ignoring Jerry's teasing, Harry remained seated and continued to moan.

Looking at Harry, Jerry suddenly remembered what Catherine had said yesterday: Could he also be responsible for the deaths of Harry's parents? After all, the Apostles now seemed to be his lackeys!

Oh! What a tragedy!

A moment later, Hermione, Hogwarts' biggest quirky student, yawned as she walked over. There were still over ten weeks until the end of the term, and Hermione was already preparing for her final exams!

"Jerry, lend me your Transfiguration and Charms notes later. I need to compare them with my own notes in case I've missed anything!"

Everyone: "..."

After their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Jerry and Hermione had just stepped out of the classroom when they saw Trevor standing outside the door.

Jerry didn't greet him, made an excuse, and returned to Slytherin's private common room.

"Catherine, didn't I tell you last night not to let anyone come looking for me? I'll come to you if I need anything?"

Seeing Jerry's serious expression, Catherine said in a panic, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, we didn't think this through, but the Soul-Saving Potion you ordered last night has arrived!"

After saying that, Catherine picked up a delicate little wooden box from the table and handed it to Jerry.

Jerry was also a little surprised, not expecting them to be so efficient.

After taking the wooden box, Jerry opened it and took a look. Inside was a glass bottle about the size of a test tube, filled with a silvery-white liquid.

"Is this the Soul-Sustaining Potion?" Jerry wondered to himself.

Although he didn't understand, Jerry still nodded in a perfunctory manner, then said coldly, "This is a one-time exception!"

"Also, instruct everyone that from now on, when speaking to outsiders, do not address me as Your Majesty, but simply call me... Blackwing!"

The title "Your Majesty" is too flashy. From now on, I will use the name Blackwing as my pseudonym when I am an apostle!

And then we'll have to come up with another pseudonym for Dumbledore!

……

The next afternoon, at the Quidditch pitch.

Almost everyone came to the scene, and Jerry was also dragged over by Hermione. However, the two did not go to the stands, but instead went to the top of the hill where they had watched the game last time.

Hermione, watching the Quidditch match through binoculars, asked, "Jerry, Professor Snape is the referee today. Will Harry be in danger? Can we trust Snape?"

"Of course, and if Snape really wanted to cast a curse on Harry, wouldn't it have been better to do it secretly in the stands? Why be the referee!"

Hearing Jerry's analysis, Hermione nodded, finding it quite reasonable. Then, remembering Jerry's previous disappearance, she said, "Jerry, you know, when you went missing last time, I went to see Professor Snape. He led me to Headmaster Dumbledore!"

"And what surprised me most was that Professor Snape, who was always so sharp-tongued, actually offered me a word of comfort afterward." Hermione recalled the scene, a look of surprise on her face.

"Hermione, what kind of person do you think Professor Snape is?" Jerry asked curiously.

Upon hearing Jerry's question, Hermione thought for a moment and then retorted, "A... weird person!"

"A strange person?" Jerry asked, somewhat puzzled.

“Yes, Professor Snape always had a mysterious air about him, making it hard to understand his thoughts and actions,” Hermione said. “And his tone of voice and expressions always made people feel a little uncomfortable.”

"Oh? Can you give me an example?" Jerry asked curiously.

“For example, when he took me to see Headmaster Dumbledore, Snape didn’t say a word the whole way, just looked at me with that cold look. I didn’t dare to talk to him,” Hermione said. “And when Professor Snape comforted me, although his tone was a little gentler, his expression was still so cold, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.”

After hearing Hermione's words, Jerry smiled and said, "Snape isn't weird, he's just tsundere!"

Seeing Hermione's confused expression, Jerry smiled and explained, "You may not understand now, but you will understand what I mean later."

Hermione was speechless. Just two days ago in the garden, Jerry had solemnly promised that he would never hide anything from her again. And now, only a few days later, he was already acting mysterious, transforming into a riddle teller.

Looking at Hermione's adorable face, puffed up like a steamed bun because of her anger, Jerry couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch it. It was soft and fluffy, and felt wonderful to the touch.

However, the moment Jerry's hand touched Hermione's face, Hermione jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, her face turning bright red, like a ripe apple.

Hermione angrily slapped away Jerry's hand that was pinching her face, glared at him, and said with displeasure, "Jerry, you're not allowed to pinch my face like that!"

"I'm sorry, Hermione, it's all my fault!" Seeing Hermione's angry expression, Jerry realized she was really angry and quickly apologized to her.

Fortunately, the little witch's anger was like a summer thunderstorm, swift but brief. With Jerry's sweet talk, her discontent vanished instantly, like a flame extinguished by spring rain.

Chapter 62 Defense Comes

"Wow!"

"Harry Potter, he caught the Golden Snitch!"

"Merlin's beard! The Golden Snitch was caught in less than five minutes after he appeared; this will be a new record!"

……

On the Quidditch pitch, deafening cheers rose and fell like a tsunami.

Hearing the cheers from the Gryffindor students, Jerry said to Hermione, "See? I told you Snape would be fine! The match went so smoothly!"

Hermione nodded with some skepticism and followed Jerry to the arena.

Professor Dumbledore arrived at Harry's side early, and the two seemed to be talking in hushed tones. Jerry didn't even need to guess; he was definitely giving Harry a pep talk.

As Jerry and Hermione approached, Professor Dumbledore looked up at them. His eyes were warm and kind, with a hint of a mysterious smile. He winked at Jerry discreetly, as if hinting at something.

Jerry ignored this old rascal, this old bee, who seemed to be scheming about something again.

The arena was packed with Gryffindor students, waving their arms excitedly and cheering loudly. They were ecstatic about the victory, except for one person—Snape. He spat angrily on the ground, glared at Harry, and then turned and left the arena.

……

After dinner, Harry hurriedly walked towards the group from outside, looking somewhat flustered.

"Harry, where have you been?" Ron asked curiously, noticing Harry's somewhat flustered appearance.

“Neville and I gave those Slytherins a good beating this afternoon. I blew Malfoy’s eye black,” Ron said smugly. “Neville took on Crabbe and Goyle all by himself! He’s still unconscious, but don’t worry, Madam Pomfrey says he’ll be fine soon.”

Harry interrupted Ron, his voice urgent. "Never mind that, let's find an empty room, I have something important to tell you!"

After sensing the tension and anxiety on Harry's face, everyone immediately stopped joking and followed him into an empty room.

Once inside, Harry carefully checked every corner of the room again, making sure Peeves wasn't there. He breathed a sigh of relief, then closed the door and turned to Jerry, saying, "Sorry, Jerry. I know you trust Snape a lot, but I have to tell you what I just saw."

"It's alright, Harry! Go ahead and say it!"

Harry took a deep breath and began to speak: "I just saw Snape, wearing a hood and acting suspiciously, going into the Forbidden Forest while everyone else was having dinner, so I followed him out of curiosity. I discovered that Snape was threatening Professor Quirrell, demanding that he help him get the Philosopher's Stone!"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Hermione quickly asked, "Are you sure? You didn't see wrong?"

“I’m sure! I’m absolutely not mistaken!” Harry replied firmly.

Hermione's mind was in complete turmoil, torn between Jerry's deep trust in Professor Snape and Harry's firsthand account. Unable to figure it out, Hermione could only look to Jerry for help, hoping to get his opinion.

However, to her utter surprise, Jerry didn't utter a single word in Snape's defense. Instead, he urged Harry to hurry. This action greatly surprised Hermione, and she looked at Jerry with some confusion, wondering why he was behaving this way.

“As far as I know, the Philosopher’s Stone will be moved soon, so Harry, you’d better hurry!” Jerry’s words surprised Harry. However, Harry didn’t think much of it, assuming that Jerry had also believed what he had just said and changed his opinion of Snape.

After Harry left, Hermione finally couldn't help but ask, "Jerry, don't try to fool me. You didn't believe Harry at all. Why don't you explain?"

"Why go through all that trouble? Won't everything become clear in no time?"

"But……"

Hermione wanted to say something more, but Jerry interrupted her, "Alright, Hermione, let's not worry about these things. Let's go to the library! Don't forget your final exam study plan."

Seeing Jerry's growing impatience, Hermione sighed, swallowed her thoughts, and followed Jerry to the library.

Late at night, everything is silent.

After leaving the Room of Requirement, Jerry did not immediately return to his bedroom. Instead, he walked under the moonlight to Catherine's private lounge.

He gently pushed open the door and stepped into the room, which was filled with an air of mystery. The room was elegantly and comfortably furnished, reflecting Catherine's unique taste.

Jerry sat down on the sofa in the room and looked up at Catherine standing in front of him.

Jerry took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts, and then said, "Kneel down first, I have something to discuss with you."

Catherine was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood Jerry's meaning. She gracefully knelt down, bowed her head respectfully, and said, "Your Majesty, please give me your orders."

"The Philosopher's Stone won't be kept at Hogwarts for long, so before that, Voldemort and Harry Potter's groups will definitely make some moves, and I'll be with Harry Potter's group."

"So, I hope Dumbledore won't be at Hogwarts on the day of the operation! Are you confident you can pull it off?"

As the central theme of the first Harry Potter book—the Philosopher's Stone—Jerry would certainly want to witness its magic. However, if Dumbledore were at school, he'd definitely be monitoring the room where the Philosopher's Stone was kept; it would be too much of a nuisance.

So Jerry planned to find something for Dumbledore to do on the day of the operation, to let him stretch his muscles and get some exercise, since he was getting old and sitting in the office for long periods of time was not good for his health.

Jerry is, after all, surnamed Grindelwald, and Dumbledore is considered an elder in his family, so Jerry should show him more respect!

Hearing Jerry's words, Catherine frowned slightly, then said, "Understood, Your Majesty. I'll inform my grandfather and the others immediately! Let them find a way to lure Dumbledore out! But Your Majesty, with Dumbledore gone, won't you be in danger facing Voldemort alone?"

"I have my own plans!"

Jerry was certainly worried about Voldemort, but he was definitely not going to face Voldemort alone, since he still had Harry!

Harry possesses the magic left by his parents, which is perfect for dealing with the wounded Voldemort!

When Dumbledore isn't at Hogwarts, no one will be secretly watching him, and Jerry will be able to do whatever he wants. When Voldemort attacks, Jerry can simply knock Harry unconscious and use him as a shield—that move, that move is called Defense Arrival!