Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"boom!"

As the sound appeared, Vincent's obese figure collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

"Hello, Mr. Vincent Martin! I don't expect we'll meet so soon!"

Jerry approached the other person with a creepy smile and kicked him.

"Jerry, help, help me!" she cried, her voice trembling as she hugged Jerry's feet, tears and snot streaming down her face, drooling uncontrollably and getting all over Jerry's shoes!

How disgusting! Jerry gave him a look of disgust, then kicked him away.

After cleaning his shoes off Vincent's jacket, Jerry said, "Do you know what happened to the last person who dirtied my shoes?"

"But you're lucky! After all, you're the gift I gave them!"

"Mr. Vincent Martin, Grindelwald asked me to give you his regards!"

"No, no, please, Jerry, let me go! Help!" Upon hearing Jerry's words, Vincent's pupils shrank, and he begged loudly for mercy.

"Keep your voice down, it's too noisy! Imperio!"

Jerry used the Imperius Curse to control Vincent. Putting aside all other gains from his trip to France, Jerry was becoming increasingly adept at using the Imperius Curse!

……

The underground conference room of the manor.

"Rozier, what exactly do you want with us?"

“I didn’t send you here. Mr. Green asked me to gather you. He said he had a gift for us!”

Hearing Rozier's words, everyone looked puzzled. Why would Jerry give them gifts?

"Hey! You're all here! Come see if you like this gift!"

Not long after, Jerry brought Vincent Martin, who was under the control of the Imperius Curse, to the conference room.

Looking at the person behind Jerry with vacant eyes, as if suffering from dementia, everyone immediately understood what the gift Jerry meant.

They love it so much!

"You damn bug!" Several hot-tempered men rushed forward and started punching and kicking.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Jerry immediately stopped them, then pointed a finger at Vincent Martin's right leg and said, "We're wizards, we should use a spell, like this, Reducto!"

"And what's the point of you fighting like this? There's no fear on your faces, no screams of pain. Once I lift the Soul-Stealing Curse, you can take him away and have your fun!"

Upon hearing Jerry's words, everyone stopped what they were doing, thinking that Jerry had something to say!

Although everyone was somewhat surprised by Jerry's staffless spellcasting, what surprised them even more was that Jerry was even more ruthless than them!

Everyone wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and couldn't help but wonder to themselves: What have Lord Grindelwald and Dumbledore been teaching Jerry all this time?

Chapter 80 Jerry: I now regard money as dirt.

The moonlit night was like silk, the wind like the sound of a zither, and the stars twinkled brilliantly in the boundless darkness.

Inside a luxurious room at St. St. Manor, Jerry sat at the table, reading letters from Hermione and Fleur.

At the window, Tom stared wide-eyed at an owl enjoying a nut and cackled.

Glancing at Jerry reading a letter at the table, and making sure he wasn't staring at him, he didn't hesitate to violently shove the owl aside with his bulky body and greedily began to eat the delicious nuts that belonged to the owl in his bowl.

Mmm! What you steal always tastes better!

Tom was rude and domineering, and clearly didn't take the owl seriously. He chewed on nuts and looked at the owl with a defiant gaze, as if showing off his victory.

"Tom, you've already eaten dinner!"

Jerry had already noticed the commotion by the window. He got up, walked to the window, grabbed Tom's paw, and lifted him upside down onto the table.

He grabbed the envelope, handed it to Tom, and ordered, "Take this letter to Hermione."

"Stop dawdling. You're a magical creature, what's there to be afraid of? France isn't far from England, so take this opportunity to lose some more weight."

"Gah~~" Tom's cry was particularly loud, and his intelligent little eyes stared at Jerry, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

Tom: What are you doing! Ouch!

Seeing that Jerry didn't seem to be joking, Tom had no choice but to reluctantly pick up the envelope and prepare to fly to England.

Seeing this, the owl by the window shook its head defiantly at Tom.

Tom was quite patient; before leaving, he plopped the other person down on his back, then leisurely got up and flew away into the distance.

The bullied owl flew to Jerry after Tom left, hooting and accusing Tom of his crimes!

Jerry stroked the owl's feathers, calming it down.

Why did you provoke Tom?! You're just a skinny little thing, all hair and fat, while Tom is really strong!

After replying to Hermione's letter, Jerry opened Fleur's letter, which contained several pages of parchment, but could be summarized in one sentence: Come visit me!

What a joke! I haven't even been to Hermione's house yet!

After reading it, Jerry simply replied with "No" and handed the envelope to the owl.

"Here you go, this is a letter from your master. Deliver it quickly!"

The owl was Hibiscus's pet. Since their last meeting, she had been writing to Jerry frequently. At first, the two didn't communicate much, and Jerry was even a bit indifferent, replying perfunctorily or sometimes not even bothering to reply. He would feed the owl some food and then send it back.

But to Jerry's surprise, the more perfunctory he was, the more serious the other party became, and the more letters he received. At first, it was one letter every two days, then one letter a day, and now it was like a barrage of text messages, with several letters a day.

Jerry didn't indulge her; he simply refused to reply.

More than half a month has passed since the French Ministry of Magic's free shopping spree, and the plan has gone much more smoothly than Jerry had imagined. Both tasks have been completed.

Jerry originally planned to return to England early, but after looking at the alchemy room in the manor, he thought, "Wow, it smells amazing!"

Now, Jerry only needs to open the wizarding world's newspaper to see his own... no, it should be an arrest warrant for the evil and cruel dark wizard Blackwing.

It seems I'll have to be more careful when using the Blackwing Vest in the future, especially in France.

The apostles have already compiled all the "gifts" from the French Ministry of Magic. Well, as expected of France, these are all things with more collectible value than practical use.

After Jerry picked out a few alchemical materials, he left the rest to Andre to handle.

Then, a couple of days later, Andre secretly handed him a small pouch containing a traceless extension spell, and then winked at Jerry.

Sure enough, when Jerry opened it, wow, it was full of Galleons. Jerry didn't count the exact number, but looking at the Galleons piled up like mountains, he was sure he would never have to worry about money again.

Jerry was increasingly pleased with Andrei; he was a talented individual. He would go back and talk to Catherine, have her check Andrei's accounts first, and then promote him—well, let's just give him the position of Grand Eunuch!

"Looks like you're doing quite well in France!"

Inside the room, a figure suddenly appeared behind Jerry, startling him.

Jerry was speechless when he turned around and realized it was Grindelwald.

"How come you're like Mr. Dumbledore, always like to suddenly appear behind people!"

“We do have a lot in common!” Grindelwald shrugged. “After the mission, I thought you would go back to England! I didn’t expect you to stay in France.”

As Grindelwald spoke, he walked over to Jerry's desk, picked up the envelope, looked at the name on it, and continued in a teasing tone, "So you've got a girlfriend in France too!"

Jerry: "..."

"Don't be shy, Jerry. Dumbledore and I will support you. Back when Dumbledore and I were teenagers..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Seeing that Grindelwald was getting more and more out of control, Jerry quickly stopped him.

"I've completed the mission! Here, take the alchemy stone!"

Grindelwald didn't take the item from Jerry's hand, but shook his head and said, "Keep it yourself! It was a gift for you anyway."

Jerry didn't mince words. After hearing Grindelwald's words, he put the alchemy stone into his pocket. Anyway, everything he and Dumbledore owned would be his in the future; it was just a matter of time.

Are you here to take me back to England?

"No, you can decide when to go back to England yourself! Just tell Rozier when you want to go back, and she will make arrangements for you. If you want to come to this manor again next time, the key to the door will still be valid."

Grindelwald pulled a key from his pocket and handed it to Jerry. "This is the key to Gringotts. Inside are some of our collections from when we were young. It's for you!"

Jerry was quite excited after receiving the key; it was a collection from two of the biggest devils!

Seemingly sensing Jerry's thoughts, Grindelwald said, "Kid, don't even think about it. Dumbledore and I have already squandered most of it! All that's left are some useless materials and Galleons!"

"what!"

Jerry was a little disappointed. "Then why did you give it to me?! Don't you know I consider money dirt now?!"

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Given how crazy Grindelwald and Dumbledore were in their youth, it's good enough if they could leave anything behind for themselves!

"So you came all this way just for this little thing?" Jerry asked, holding the Gringotts key.

"Alright, Jerry, to tell you the truth, it was Dumbledore who was worried about your safety and insisted that I come and check on you!"

Jerry: "..."

Chapter 81 Bloodline Abilities

"Mrs. Rozier, please wait a moment. I have some questions for you."

In the corridor of the manor, Jerry stopped Rozier and asked.

"Is there something you need, Mr. Green?"

Is Vincent Martin still alive?

Before summer vacation, Jerry got "Forbidden Alchemy" from Dumbledore. He recently took a closer look at it, and wow, he read it without making a sound!

No wonder Dumbledore was so careful with this book, repeatedly giving him instructions before handing it over.

Jerry flipped through the book from beginning to end but couldn't find out who the author was. However, he was certain that the person who wrote the book must be a pervert. The back of the book even mentioned wizards transplanting magical organs from magical creatures!

As expected of the taboo, it's full of horrific things from the underworld!

So now Jerry is missing a test subject, and after thinking about it, he found that Vincent Martin is quite suitable, it's good to make use of waste!

“Of course he’s still alive. As a traitor, the shamans won’t let him die so easily! Mr. Green, what do you need him for?”