Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"Okay!" Hearing Jerry's words, Hermione carefully put the quill back into the gift box, her eyes filled with joy, her happiness almost overflowing.

“Jerry, tell me about France!” Under the shade of a tree, Hermione sat beside Jerry, clutching the small gift box tightly in her hands.

"It's nothing serious, really. Dumbledore just introduced me to a few of his friends!"

"Then I went to the French Ministry of Magic, and they were so generous! They gave me so many nice things!"

"They even sent me materials when I later lacked materials for my alchemy experiments!"

"Really? How could they be so generous?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Perhaps...they're all just very hospitable!"

Hermione still found it unbelievable, and then asked, "I heard that the French Ministry of Magic was attacked, and the Daily Prophet is reporting on it every day. Is that true? Oh, and there's also news about you. Jerry hasn't congratulated you yet on your Order of Merlin, Third Class. You're a celebrity now!" She covered her mouth and laughed.

Jerry shook his head helplessly. "I don't like the feeling of being talked about wherever I go!"

"Jerry, since you're back from France and have nothing else to do, why don't you come stay at my place for the next few days? I have so many questions I want to ask you!"

"That's not a good idea!" Jerry scratched his head, wanting to refuse.

"It's alright, we have a spare room at home, which was originally prepared for you. I'll just tell my parents later!"

Seeing Hermione's expectant eyes, Jerry reluctantly agreed. There were only a few days left before school started, so it should be fine!

"Great, Jerry, have you bought everything? I'll go tell Mom and Dad right away!"

"Wait, Hermione, I haven't bought my Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook yet!"

"Then let's hurry!" With that, she grabbed Jerry and ran towards Flourish and Blotts.

……

"Beat him up, Dad!"

As soon as Jerry and his companion entered Flourish and Blotts, they saw Arthur Weasley beating Lucius Malfoy!

Fred and George stood by, waving their fists and shouting encouragement to their father.

Harry and Ron seized the opportunity, covered Draco's mouth, dragged him to a corner of the bookstore, poured drinks on Draco's prized hair, and then... messed it up!

The crowd in the bookstore retreated in panic, knocking over bookshelves, and the scene became quite chaotic.

Seeing this, Jerry quickly protected Hermione and moved her to a safe place next to the bookstore.

"Gentlemen, please, please have mercy," the shop assistant pleaded, his voice trembling slightly.

Then, a deep voice rang out, instantly drowning out the surrounding noise: "Everyone, please disperse, disperse."

Hagrid's footsteps seemed particularly heavy as he strode over the scattered books. He grabbed their arms and forcefully separated them.

Arthur Weasley got a cut on his lip, but Lucius Malfoy was less fortunate; he was hit in the eye by a book that fell from the bookshelf.

Lucius's eyes gleamed with malice as he glared at the Weasleys, who had humiliated him so much that day. He then shoved the secondhand Transfiguration textbook he was holding into Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley's, hand.

“Here, this is your worn-out secondhand book, the best thing your father could give you.”

Jerry stood aside, taking in everything. Lucius had just given Ginny two books, not one.

One book is a Transfiguration textbook, and the other, needless to say, is Voldemort's notebook! It's also one of the Horcruxes.

Jerry licked his dry lips, his eyes fixed on Voldemort's notebook. He hadn't forgotten the thrill of devouring souls and growing stronger from the inside out.

"Jerry, what are you thinking about? Are you okay?" Hermione looked at Jerry, who was lost in thought, and shook his arm.

"fine!"

Jerry glanced at Hermione beside him and sighed. He ultimately decided against taking the notebook from Ginny's hands. Since he was staying at Hermione's house for the next few days, he figured he should wait and see, just in case.

Anyway, the notebook will go to Hogwarts with Ginny Weasley, and he'll have plenty of opportunities at the school.

After breaking free from Hagrid's grasp, Lucius glanced at Draco, whose eyes were vacant, hair was disheveled, and clothes were rumpled, then glared fiercely at Harry and Ron before rushing out of the bookstore.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley!" After Lucius left, Jerry came forward and greeted everyone.

"Hello, child! Long time no see, but you've changed quite a bit!" Mrs. Weasley, who had just been scolding Arthur, changed her expression upon hearing Jerry's voice and greeted him warmly and affectionately.

"Jerry, did you just see that? We gave Draco Malfoy a good talking-to!" Harry shouted as he saw Jerry.

Jerry nodded, exchanged pleasantries with the others for a while, and then began searching for the textbooks he needed in the bookstore.

Jerry looked at Lockhart with disdain as he watched him being interviewed by a reporter.

When Lucius and Arthur were fighting, this guy was the first to run away. Now that things have calmed down, he's back out! Lockhart was even asking the reporters if they could report on the fight as well, hoping for a sensational story.

"It's good to be interviewed by reporters," Jerry thought to himself.

Otherwise, they might even try to take a picture with Jerry if they see him, which makes Jerry feel disgusted just thinking about it!

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After quickly buying the textbooks, Jerry grabbed Hermione and hurried away.

"Jerry, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? I still want to get Lockhart's autographed photo!"

Hermione looked at Jerry in a hurry, somewhat puzzled.

"Don't worry, Hermione, you'll have a chance when you go to school! But I don't think you'll want Lockhart's autograph by then!"

Hearing Jerry's words, Hermione was speechless. He's starting to play the riddle-maker again. It's never going to end!

After Jerry finished packing, he said goodbye to Harry and the Weasleys and found Dumbledore chatting happily with the Grangers not far away.

"Jerry, I never imagined that Professor Dumbledore was your grandfather!"

Jerry, who had just walked over carrying a stack of books, was stunned into silence by Mrs. Granger's words. He then stared at Dumbledore with an incredulous expression.

Shouldn't this be kept secret? How could you just blurt it out like that? Jerry is starting to wonder if Dumbledore is getting old and has some kind of brain problem!

"Jerry, your last name is Dumbledore?" Hermione looked at Jerry with equal shock. She'd heard Jerry mention before that Professor Dumbledore had brought him to Diagon Alley when he enrolled last year. At the time, she'd been a little puzzled but hadn't thought much of it, but now it all made sense!

“This…I…” Jerry stammered, unsure how to explain to Hermione. He couldn’t very well tell her that his last name was Grindelwald! The Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald was also his grandfather, wasn’t he? And then he would have to explain why he said “also”.

Forget it, I'm tired. Let's just destroy it!

Seemingly noticing Jerry's embarrassment, Dumbledore laughed and said, "Haha, Miss Granger, we'll explain later. We'll be going now!"

"Wait a minute, Professor, Jerry and I have already agreed that he'll be staying at my house for the next few days!" Hermione quickly stopped Dumbledore as he got up to leave, explaining.

"Professor, Jerry is Hermione's good friend. They made a promise, so you can rest assured!"

Hermione, upon hearing her mother's words, excitedly grabbed her hand.

Mr. Granger: ? ?

Watching the mother and daughter working in unison, Mr. Granger scratched his head, looking puzzled. "How come I didn't know when I invited this annoying kid?"

Chapter 85 Hermione's House

“I have no objection, as long as Jerry agrees!” Dumbledore smiled at Hermione.

"Great, Jerry!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly upon hearing Dumbledore's words, grabbing Jerry's hand and refusing to let go.

"Don't worry, Professor, we all love Jerry!" Mrs. Granger said with a smile, looking at the happy Hermione.

“Oh! Right…” Dumbledore pulled a glass bottle about the size of a thumb from his pocket and handed it to Hermione. “These are Fawkes’ tears, Miss Granger, for you!”

So many! I knew Dumbledore must have more good stuff! Jerry thought to himself as he looked at the bottle in Dumbledore's hand. Last time I went to the headmaster's office, Fawkes was almost in the afterlife, so why did he still shed so many tears?

Hermione gazed at the clear, spring-like liquid in the glass bottle. Although she didn't know what Fawkes' tears were for, something personally given by Dumbledore must be very precious. She hesitated, unsure whether to accept it, so she secretly tugged at Jerry's sleeve behind her back.

Jerry snatched the glass bottle from Dumbledore's hand and shoved it into Hermione's. Dumbledore was being so generous; of course they had to accept it!

Besides, giving it to Hermione is the same as giving it to myself! I can just borrow it from her whenever I need it.

"Hermione, put it away quickly! Fawkes is Dumbledore's phoenix, and its tears can not only detoxify but also have strong healing effects."

"Thank you so much, Professor Dumbledore!"

"Don't mention it, Miss Granger! Consider it a belated Christmas present for last year! Although it's a bit late now, it's already August!"

"Alright everyone, it's time for me to leave! As a principal, there are still many things to do at the start of the school year! Goodbye everyone!"

After saying goodbye to everyone, Dumbledore vanished in a flash.

"Children, have you finished buying your school supplies? It's getting late, we should go home!" After Dumbledore left, Mrs. Granger asked Jerry and Hermione.

After Jerry and his companion nodded, the couple led them away from the bustling Diagon Alley.

……

The group got into Mr. Granger's car, and after driving for more than forty minutes, they stopped in front of a detached house in a Muggle community.

Although the house is not comparable to a French manor, it is actually quite large, with two floors, a garage on the side, and a garden in the back. The exterior is simple and unadorned, yet exquisite, and the overall layout gives people a warm and peaceful feeling.

"Jerry, come here quickly!" As soon as they got out of the car, Hermione eagerly pulled Jerry into the house, went up to the second floor, and headed straight for the guest room.

Although the room is small, only a dozen square meters, it is clean and tidy, with every corner exuding the warmth of home. The bed is neatly made, the windows are bright and clean, and the paintings on the wall complement the room's color scheme, giving a warm and comfortable feeling.

"Jerry, this is your room. Do you like it?" Hermione looked at Jerry expectantly.

Jerry looked around, his eyes shining with gratitude. He hugged Hermione tightly and whispered in her ear, "Thank you, Hermione. I really like it."

"I'm glad you like it!" Hermione's face flushed slightly.

"Oh, by the way, I've prepared gifts for Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Let's go downstairs now!"

As soon as I went downstairs, I saw Mr. Granger walking in carrying a large pile of things.

Jerry quickly stepped forward to help.

"I've prepared a gift for you, sir!" After packing his things, Jerry opened his suitcase.

“Mr. Granger, this is a gift for you: developing potion and an alchemist's chess set.” Jerry handed the two gift boxes to him.

After receiving the gifts, Mr. Granger scratched his head in confusion, clearly unsure how to use the two items.

"Dad, the developing solution can make the photos move. Wizard chess is similar to the chess we usually play, but the pieces can move. Jerry can teach you later!"

Upon hearing Hermione's words, Mr. Granger opened the gift box and examined it closely, but he was clearly more interested in the developing solution.

“Madam, this is a wand that I made using alchemy. Inside, I have inscribed two commonly used spells: the Healing Spell and the Cleansing Spell, so that even people without magic can use it.”

Jerry took an eleven-foot-long metal wand from the box and handed it to Mrs. Granger.