Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

“Okay!” Jerry stopped when he heard this, and pulled her down to lie on the soft grass on the hillside!

"Professor Snape looked really scary just now! I hope Harry and the others are alright!"

Taking a breath, Hermione looked gently at the boy lying beside her, his eyes closed and his expression calm. She slowly rested her head on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and felt the fresh scent of the grass carried by the gentle breeze, mixed with the fragrance of distant flowers.

Jerry gently took her hand and said, "Don't worry! Everything will be fine. Snape will only scold us a few times; he can't possibly fire all of us!"

"Right!"

Hermione thought for a moment. Since the two sides hadn't actually fought, but had only been hurling insults at each other, there shouldn't be any serious punishment. At most, they'd just be put in solitary confinement. After all, it wasn't the first time Harry and the others had been put in solitary confinement!

Half an hour of quiet time passed gently as Jerry and Hermione strolled along the gravel path beside the hillside, slowly making their way to Hagrid's cottage.

"Harry, what are you guys doing here?"

Upon entering Hagrid's hut, the two found Harry, Ron, and Neville sitting inside, complaining to Hagrid about Malfoy.

"We all ran away when we saw Professor Snape arrive! But Malfoy and his gang were in trouble!" Harry said gleefully.

"How did you end up clashing with Malfoy today, especially on the Quidditch field?"

"Jerry, did you know that Malfoy has joined the Slytherin team as a Seeker? He's the one who came to provoke us today and even insulted Ron's family!"

"That's one of Malfoy's signature moves!" Jerry thought to himself.

"If Neville hadn't stopped me today, I would have made Malfoy eat slugs!"

“Neville did the right thing!” Hegel said to LaRon. “If you really had cast a spell on Malfoy, Lucius would have definitely come looking for the school. In the future, if something like this happens, you must go to the professors!”

"You guys should think about Snape first. He's a bit petty! He never liked you anyway. Good luck in Potions class!" Jerry said, looking at the still somewhat unwilling group.

“Let’s talk about it in Potions class! He can’t expel me, can he?” Harry sighed. “But I also find Professor Lockhart annoying. You know, he’s been spreading rumors that I’m handing out autographed photos! I’m not going to do that!”

“Indeed, I hate Lockhart too. I really don’t know why Mom likes someone like that!” Ron chimed in from the side.

"I don't like Lockhart either! Last time he tried to teach me how to prevent water sprites from getting into the well, as if I were an idiot. He even bragged about how he could exorcise female ghosts. If even one of his statements is true, I'll eat my teapot."

Everyone looked at Hagrid in surprise, criticizing the Hogwarts professors—this was completely unlike Hagrid's usual style.

"Jerry, did you come to see me? What's up?"

"Oh! I almost forgot, I heard from Professor Flitwick that Hagrid, the pumpkins you planted have all been enchanted with a swelling spell, so I came to check!"

"So this is what you mean. Come with me!" Hagrid opened the back door with considerable pride and led everyone in.

"Is this really a pumpkin? It's huge!"

"It looks pretty good, doesn't it?" Hagrid said happily, looking at the pumpkin that was half a person's height. "It's all for Halloween this year, but it's not very big yet. It will be even bigger by Halloween!"

"Hagrid, did you only cast the Inflation Charm?" Jerry asked, touching the pumpkin.

"There were also some growth potions concocted by Professor Snape, otherwise the spell wouldn't have lasted this long, since it's not easy to make it grow this big!"

"Snape's potion! That's amazing, could it be some kind of magic potion?" Jerry muttered to himself.

Chapter 95 Snape, you feel like a stranger to me!

October arrived quietly, and the Hogwarts campus was peaceful and serene.

The air is filled with the scent of autumn, carrying a hint of coolness, seemingly foreshadowing the approaching winter.

Raindrops pounded against the castle windows like bullets, a relentless pounding that had continued for days. The lake swelled, its overflowing waves turning the flowerbeds into a muddy mess. A damp chill seeped into every corner of the castle.

An unexpected flu outbreak spread rapidly among faculty, staff, and students.

The once bustling corridor became much quieter, with only occasional people hurrying by, their faces pale and coughing from time to time.

School doctor Ms. Pomfrey was extremely busy, and her clinic was always packed with patients.

Good afternoon, Hermione!

"Afternoon..." Hermione hadn't finished speaking when her ears started emitting white steam like a moving train.

Hermione's face turned bright red, and she awkwardly covered her ears, trying to hide the embarrassing situation.

"Haha! You caught a cold too!" Realizing what had happened, Jerry covered his mouth with his hand, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

During this period, due to the flu epidemic, many students and teachers unfortunately contracted it. So Ms. Pomfrey prescribed a lot of stimulants, which were very effective. However, people who drank these medicines would experience burning sensations in their ears for several hours.

"Stop laughing, Jerry!"

Jerry couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Hermione's flushed cheeks and constantly steaming ears. He tried to adjust his expression and appear more mature.

“Yes, I think Ms. Pomfrey said that this is normal. The effects of the drug will wear off in a few hours.” Jerry tried to make his tone sound relaxed and natural.

Hermione sighed helplessly.

As he spoke, Harry, covered in mud and soaked by the rain, walked in.

"Good heavens, Harry, it's raining so hard, are you still training?"

"There's no way around it, Wood's training plan is too strict, and this year's Slytherin flying brooms are just too fast! I'm going back to my dorm to change my clothes, we'll talk later!"

"Thank goodness you didn't join the Quidditch team, Jerry!" Hermes exclaimed, looking at Harry's somewhat disheveled figure.

……

"Is this the place you always tell me about? The women's restroom?"

On the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, Hermione pulled Jerry to the door of a women's restroom.

"Don't worry, Jerry! No one has used this place for over a decade. There's no one here except for the Crying Myrtle! Myrtle is a ghost, so you don't need to worry."

After saying that, he pulled Jerry inside.

Inside the toilet, a huge mirror stood silently, its surface mottled with stains and even cracked in several places. Below the mirror, a row of stone-built pools looked somewhat old, with parts of their surfaces peeling off.

The floor of the room was damp, and a few candles burned on their holders, casting a weak, dim light that illuminated the surrounding scenery. The dappled light and shadows added to the already gloomy atmosphere of the room.

The room was lined with individual wooden doors, their original paint long gone, bearing the marks of time. Some doors even had obvious scratches, and the hinges of one door had come loose, leaving it hanging there wobbly.

The ghost, wearing glasses and with straight hair, emerged from a broken toilet after hearing the noise.

“Hello! I am Myrtle Elizabeth Warren, everyone calls me Weeping Myrtle…” As she spoke, Myrtle suddenly began to sob softly.

“Hermione, this…” Jerry was a little embarrassed, then looked at Hermione and asked for her help.

"Jerry, don't mind him, it'll be fine in a bit! I'll show you my work!"

Jerry followed Hermione's finger and looked in front of the sink. There, a complete set of potion-making supplies was laid out, and one of the cauldrons was still being heated!

Jerry walked closer and looked at it, then asked, "Are you making a nourishing potion?"

Hermione nodded. "It was Parvati who asked me to make it for her; she plans to give it away as a Christmas gift!"

Jerry picked up a bottle of the finished potion, examined it closely, and asked in surprise, "Hermione, how did you achieve this color and transparency?"

"Let me tell you, I actually secretly consulted Professor Snape before I made this!" Hermione whispered in Jerry's ear.

"you sure?"

Jerry stared at her in shock; he never expected Hermione to ask Snape.

"Actually... actually Jerry, I think Professor Snape is a really nice person. I was quite scared when I first went to ask him for advice, but even though he had a stern face, he still explained the operating procedures to me in detail, which were completely different from those in the book. He even wrote them down and gave them to me!"

Jerry: "..."

Snape, you're so biased! I'm the Slytherin student! Honey!

Why does he always grumble and curse whenever I ask him a question?

"What's wrong, Jerry?"

"Oh, it's alright, Hermione. You should ask Snape for advice more often in the future. Not only in Potions, but Snape is also very skilled in Charms!"

“Jerry, do you know something about Professor Snape? Could you…” Hermione looked at the somewhat indignant Jerry, hesitating to speak. Now she was certain that Jerry knew a lot about Snape!

"Ah, right! I do know some things, but didn't I already tell you? Snape is such a tsundere!"

Hermione: "Fine, I won't ask you anymore!"

Hermione muttered something in frustration, then turned away to continue processing the tonic!

Seeing Hermione's speechless expression, Jerry felt somewhat helpless.

A dozen minutes later, Hermione turned off the flame in the crucible, bottled the finished potion, and handed it to Jerry.

"It's for you!"

"Isn't this your roommate Parvati's?! You just gave it to me like that? And are you sure my body needs any supplements?"

“Those are Parvati’s, this bottle is for you!” Hermione pointed to a large jar of potions next to her.

"Is this also a Christmas present?" Jerry asked after taking the still-warm medicine bottle.

"Of course not! It's just that we have a surplus of medicinal herbs!"

After handing the medicine to Jerry, she began to pack up the equipment.

"I didn't expect Parvati to be so generous; such a big bottle of medicine isn't cheap!"

"No, that bottle of yours was made from the herbs Professor Snape gave me! He said I wasn't talented enough and told me to practice more, otherwise the defective product I made would be very embarrassing."

Jerry: ? ? ?

"Hermione!" Jerry suddenly grabbed her hand, his expression unusually serious. "Next time, go ask Professor Snape for the Hearth Cleaner (SFC). It's expensive, and you need dragon's blood!"

Hermione: "..."

Chapter 96 Malfoy: Ah~ Potter killed someone!

Outside the window, the rain poured down, and night had fallen, the sky as black as ink. However, the atmosphere inside the room was a stark contrast. The room was brightly lit, the warm yellow light filling every corner.

"Jerry, are you going?"

At dinner, Harry asked the others if they wanted to join him for the 500th anniversary of the near-headless Nick Fury's death on Halloween Eve.

"No need for that. I have no interest in the anniversary of a ghost's death!"

Jerry made up an excuse to refuse; he knew all too well what a ghost's death anniversary party was like.