Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"Heh! Jerry Green, don't think I don't know you diluted the Soul-Slaying Potion with some unknown liquid! Hand over the rest of the potion!"

"Tsk tsk! That's the holy water from the Ganges that I specially requested for you!"

"Stop talking nonsense and give me back my potion!" The hoarse voice seemed to be tinged with anger and embarrassment.

They're bullying honest people, aren't they?!

"No, Mr. Riddle, don't you know the rules? Didn't I say that the potion has been given to you, and our transaction is complete? Today is just me sacrificing my rest time to provide you with after-sales service!"

"As for the remaining potions, of course they're... they're... oh right, 'kickbacks'! Who doesn't take kickbacks! If you don't take them, I'll just take them for you!"

Chapter 126 I will definitely come back!

"Kickbacks" are the same whether you take them or I take them, Riddle. You're so old anyway, why don't you let me have them? I'm still just a kid!

"Shut up! Hiss hiss hiss! (Kill him!)"

Voldemort's anger was completely ignited. The first half of his sentence was spoken to Jerry in normal language, while the second half was spoken in Parseltongue, making it obvious who he was speaking to.

At the edge of the Black Lake, a gurgling sound rang out, and a huge creature crawled up from the bottom of the water—it was the basilisk monster from the secret chamber!

"They actually brought the basilisk monster along!"

Jerry was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, then carefully sensed the basilisk's magic and dodged its attacks.

"Sectumsempra (Divine Blade Without Shadow Spell)"

The tip of the wand instantly released an invisible force, like a silent and sharp blade, slashing towards the basilisk.

Instead of the sound of flesh being torn apart, there was a "sizzle" sound, like a sword striking an iron plate.

"Damn it!" Jerry cursed under his breath. The Divine Sharpness Curse could only work if it was aimed at the basilisk's eyes or released into its mouth.

"Jerry, stop struggling! Your spells won't work on it! Hand over the Soul-Slaying Potion and I'll make the basilisk stop!"

Jerry had no time to pay attention to Voldemort's words at this moment; the Basilisk's constant attacks left him no time to think!

"It's no use, it's no use!" Hoarse voices kept coming from all directions, trying to distract Jerry.

"There's nothing I can do. Animals in the Forbidden Forest, good luck to you!" Jerry thought to himself, then gripped his wand tightly.

"Protego Diabolica (Fire Shield)"

As Jerry gracefully raised his arm, his wand traced an elegant arc in front of him.

In an instant, a deep blue magical energy ring unfolded beneath his feet.

Accompanied by a deep hum, blue flames erupted from the energy ring like a raging beast, surging and rising relentlessly, completely engulfing Jerry.

As the flames rose, a huge blue fire dragon gradually condensed at the top of the flames, its blazing body swirling in the air and emitting low roars!

"Hiss! (Stop him!)" Voldemort, who was hiding to the side, saw the terrifying fire dragon in the sky and could not believe for a long time that it was a spell cast by a second-year wizard. He then decisively commanded the basilisk.

Unfortunately, before the basilisk could even get close to Jerry, its body turned charred black from the intense heat, forcing it to retreat.

"Finally found a weakness!" Although Jerry didn't open his eyes, he had been sensing the surrounding magic. Just now, Voldemort finally revealed a slight fluctuation of magic, which allowed Jerry to pinpoint his location.

The purpose of the spell to protect oneself with a fire shield is not to summon a basilisk, otherwise it wouldn't be about summoning a fire dragon!

After all, the basilisk is a treasure trove, and it has a lot of magical materials that he needs. It would be a waste to burn it all.

Jerry's real purpose was to use the fire shield to protect himself and spread the Fiendfire under his control to the surrounding area, forcing Voldemort and his henchmen to show themselves.

"Sectumsempra (Divine Blade Without Shadow Spell)"

An invisible force was released from the tip of the wand and rushed toward a large tree not far away!

The large tree was neatly cut down, and the person hidden in the shadows behind it let out a painful groan!

A short figure appeared, clutching an old diary, curled up on the ground, struggling in pain!

"Peter, you idiot, you've given us away!"

"Master...save...save me!"

"Hiss! (Take us away!)" Voldemort said to the basilisk reluctantly.

Then the basilisk, carrying Peter Pettigrew by the collar, charged toward the Black Lake.

"Jerry, this isn't over yet. Wait, I'll be back!"

"Hehe!" Jerry chuckled. "Of course you have to come back, otherwise who will be my sacrifice!"

"Your Majesty, are you alright? You scared me to death!"

"I'm fine!" Jerry finally opened his eyes after the basilisk left and checked his injuries. Fortunately, they were just abrasions; he could just apply some medicine when he got back!

"Let's hurry up and deal with these flames! Otherwise, the professors will be here soon!" Jerry removed the fire shield, and without the magic boost, the fire dragon dissipated. He then glanced at the scattered flames that were still spreading outwards and said.

"Your Majesty, leave it to me! Finite Incantatem (咒立停)"

Soon, all the remaining flames were extinguished.

"Your Majesty, let's go back first!"

After Jerry checked everything and confirmed that there were no problems, he and Catherine left the scene.

Not long after the two left, several professors from Hogwarts rushed over.

“It looks like a great battle took place here!” Snape said, looking at the scorched marks on the ground.

"Albus, could it be Voldemort?!"

"Don't worry, Minerva!"

Dumbledore frowned slightly as he looked at the familiar curse marks on the scene.

"Severus, come here with me for a second!" Dumbledore said quietly, patting Snape on the shoulder after walking around the scene.

“This, this is…” Snape followed Dumbledore to the tree that had been felled by the Shadow Word: Death and stood there stunned.

"You taught him the spell you invented?"

Snape looked at Dumbledore, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

“I didn’t expect you, Severus, to teach Jerry the Divine Slash! But it seems he’s mastered it well; Jerry won tonight!” Dumbledore said, pointing to the bloodstains around the tree.

……

In the private lounge, Jerry was immediately pushed onto the sofa by Catherine as soon as he entered.

"No need for all that trouble, it's just a scratch!" Jerry said as he watched Catherine run over carrying a large first-aid kit.

"Your Majesty, let's treat the wound first! Be careful not to leave a scar!"

"Is that White Dictamnus Essence you're holding?" Jerry asked, looking at the bottle in Catherine's hand.

I only had a scratch, and you used white styrax essence! That's too extravagant!

Catherine gently sprinkled the white saffron essence on his wound, and a wisp of pale green smoke immediately rose up.

After the smoke cleared, the original wound seemed to have healed for several days, and a new layer of skin had covered the surface.

“Your Majesty, Voldemort is unlikely to let this go so easily!” Catherine asked Jerry, who was getting dressed after applying the medicine.

"Don't worry, tonight is just a chance to stretch his muscles and keep him from thinking about things he shouldn't! Besides, it won't be long before Dumbledore's phoenix Fawkes is fully restored, and by then, the basilisk will be no threat to me at all!"

"As for Voldemort... he has not been resurrected yet, and the Horcruxes can only do so much!"

Chapter 127 I admit there was an element of gambling involved!

"You are hurt?"

The next morning, Jerry was cornered by Snape in the Slytherin common room. Other students passing by, seeing Snape's grim expression, quickly avoided him, not daring to approach.

"Professor Snape, why do you ask that?" Jerry glanced down at himself; there was no sign of injury! His wounds had already healed last night in Catherine's private room!

"Do you think I don't have a nose?" Snape glared at Jerry. "You think I can't smell the scent of white styrax?"

Jerry: "..."

Forgot that Snape wasn't a Potions Master like Lockhart with his "shockwave" abilities!

"I'm curious, what kind of injury did you suffer last night? You even had to use the White Pepper Essence!"

"Would you believe me if I said I just got a minor scrape?"

"Heh!" Snape sneered. "As long as you don't die at Hogwarts and cause us trouble, that's fine! Headmaster Dumbledore is looking for you. Password: Cockroach Pile!"

After saying that, he turned and left the lounge.

Jerry watched Snape's retreating figure and sighed.

The world is a dangerous place, and people's hearts have changed! Even someone as honest and reliable as myself, no one believes me when I tell the truth!

……

"Professor, are you looking for me?"

Inside the headmaster's office, Jerry knocked and entered, then looked at Dumbledore, who was busy at his desk early in the morning, and asked...

"Sorry Jerry, I called you here so early. Please sit on the sofa for a while, I'll be right there!"

Jerry nodded, but instead of sitting quietly and waiting for Dumbledore to finish his business, he went to Fawkes the Phoenix.

Fox had grown considerably larger by this time, and no longer had the ugly appearance it had when it had just completed its rebirth; its bright red feathers had all grown back.

Jerry touched the phoenix's feathers; they were warm and comfortable, with a silky smooth texture—definitely a great hand warmer for winter!

"The phoenix is ​​a magical animal. Even in the hot summer, you won't feel hot touching its feathers!" After finishing his official business, Dumbledore came to Jerry's side and smiled when he saw Jerry holding Fawkes tightly.

"It's truly amazing!"

Among the magical creatures, the phoenix can deal damage, tank damage, and heal, making it an absolute pinnacle of power!

"Come sit down, Jerry. You should know why I called you here! Don't you have anything to say?"

“Of course!” Jerry said after putting Fawkes down. “Voldemort challenged me to a duel the night before last, and I did it last night!”

Dumbledore: "..."