Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"The Ministry of Magic believes Hagrid recently released a creature that could harm students. They have taken him to Azkaban."

“But that was a long, long time ago,” Aragog said angrily. “Many years have passed, but I still remember it clearly. They kicked Hagrid out of school because of that. They thought I was the monster hiding in the so-called secret room, and that Hagrid had opened the secret room and released me.”

“Me!” Aragok said, his giant claw clicking angrily. “I wasn’t born in this castle, but from a faraway land, and I’ve never attacked anyone.”

"Do you know what the culprit is? Because whatever it is, it's back attacking people again."

The clicking sounds grew louder, and the rustling sounds became more frequent, as if the spiders were closing in.

"We won't reveal its name!" Aragok exclaimed excitedly. "It's an ancient creature that we spiders deeply fear. I've never even told Hagrid the name of that dreadful creature, even though he's asked me many times."

"Then we won't disturb your rest any longer, we'll be going now." Harry didn't want to continue the topic, he leaned closer to Jerry, especially as the spiders gradually approached from all sides.

"Leave?" Aragok said slowly. "I don't think so."

"My children have received my orders that they will not harm Hagrid. But faced with fresh human flesh delivered to their doorstep, I cannot stop them from tasting it."

Goodbye, Hagrid's friend.

As soon as Aragog finished speaking, the spiders around him rushed towards Jerry and his friends.

"Sectumsempra (Divine Blade Without Shadow Spell)"

Lord Jerry is kind-hearted, so of course he wouldn't kill them all. These eight-eyed giant spiders are treasures; he'll need to come back for their venom later! The spiders that got close were blasted away by his spell, and all eight of their legs were neatly sliced ​​off.

Mr. Weasley's car roared down the slope, headlights flashing and horn blaring, and with a screech, it came to a stop in front of Harry and his friends, the doors swung open.

"Get Tooth!" Harry shouted as he climbed into the front seat. Ron grabbed the barking hound around the waist, tossed it into the back seat, and then he and Neville quickly jumped into the car.

"Jerry, forget about them, get in the car!" Harry shouted to the excited Jerry.

"Don't worry about me, go ahead!"

"No, we can't leave you alone. We're coming to help you right now!"

Help me? Jerry looked at the three of them speechlessly. Couldn't they have some self-awareness? Before speaking, could they at least consider their own strength?

"You don't need to help me, just go. Don't forget I can fly!" Jerry looked at the spider, who had been hit by the car and was now lying motionless on the ground, and felt a pang of sympathy.

"Fly?" Harry and the others exchanged glances, and then Ron pointed to the flock of birds that had been startled into flight before remembering that Jerry could indeed fly.

Then the car engine roared up, and they sped up the slope, weaving through the woods and leaving the area.

After Harry and the others left, Jerry looked at the eight-eyed spiders that were still charging towards him. A crimson light appeared in his eyes, and he waved his wand lightly. The scattered branches on the ground and the surrounding spider webs quickly twisted and deformed, turning into thin, venomous snakes that rushed towards the eight-eyed spiders.

Soon, the enormous spiders, including Aragog, were covered in long, slender, venomous snakes, a truly terrifying sight. The spiders' struggles became futile; their eight legs were trapped and unable to move, unable to break free.

Jerry inspected the spiders and, seeing some that had been caught in the webs manage to break free, he used his Divine Sharpness Spell to slice off their legs. This taught them a lesson under Jerry's spell, and they stopped struggling and running around.

And it worked really well; the spiders around them all stopped struggling after seeing Jerry's brutal methods! It was terrifying for the spiders!

They feared that if they struggled any longer, Jerry would become impatient and might simply sever their heads. Their intuition told them that this seemingly smiling little wizard was capable of such a thing!

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Is Hogwarts really this tough now?

Jerry stepped on Aragog's head, glanced around, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Don't worry, everyone, I'm Hagrid's friend, and you're all Hagrid's friends, so in that sense, we should be considered friends, right?"

As soon as Jerry finished speaking, he saw that the spiders around him didn't react at all, which was obviously disrespectful to him! He raised his foot and kicked Aragog hard in one of his eyes.

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes! We are all friends, good friends!" Aragog cried out in anguish, then repeatedly agreed, and the other spiders around him echoed his sentiments.

"That's more like it!" Jerry smiled, his tone becoming gentler and more friendly. "Don't worry, everyone, I'm a good person!"

Jerry paused for a moment, then continued, "As your good friends, if I were to borrow something from you now, I'm sure you would lend it to me without hesitation, right?"

“Of course, of course!” the surrounding spiders readily agreed, as long as Jerry didn’t borrow their lives!

"He truly is my good friend, so touching!" With that, Jerry pulled out a small pouch with a traceless extension spell, then kept taking out vials of reagents from it, and then waved his wand, making the vials float next to the mouthparts of each spider.

"I need a large amount of Octopod venom, so I'll have to trouble you all from now on!"

Hearing Jerry's words, many spiders breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, it was just venom! However, what Jerry said next terrified them.

"Don't worry, I won't discard you after you've served your purpose! However, the ten spiders who provided the least amount of venom... you can only say goodbye to this world. After all, as a friend, your venom was less than the other spiders, which clearly shows you didn't consider me a true friend!"

Eight-Eyed Giant Spider: !? Dumbledore, look at him! Where are you? Help him!

"Hurry up, I'm in a rush!" Jerry said with a grin to the tearful spiders around him. "Crying counts as time too!"

Chapter 141 Sneak Attack

"Hey hey hey!"

In a hollow deep within the Forbidden Forest, a group of enormous eight-eyed spiders huddled together, with a cute-looking, well-dressed, but seemingly weak and helpless little wizard standing in the center.

They look cunning and cruel, with long, venomous fangs peeking out from their menacing smiles, sending chills down your spine.

If any other wizards happened to pass by and saw this scene, they would surely be so frightened that their hearts would leap.

The poor child must be terrified by these horrifying and hideous monsters!

They would not hesitate to pull out their wands, ready to fight these evil, terrifying eight-eyed giant spiders and rescue the poor, helpless, and terrified little wizard.

Unfortunately, no wizards would be passing by now, and the giant spiders surrounding Jerry Green showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he grinned, waved his wand, and occasionally let out a strange laugh!

“This is going to be published!”

Jerry carried the bag of the Unmarked Extension Charm in his left hand and waved his wand in his right. The vial containing the venom of the Octopod floated in the air and flew into his pocket quickly and orderly.

Jerry wasn't short of Galleons, especially after his henchman Andre exchanged the things he "borrowed" from the French Ministry of Magic for Galleons before he returned from France.

But who would complain about having too much money!

The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider has always been in short supply, with demand exceeding supply. The venom Jerry collected tonight is even more precious. This venom is secreted when the giant spiders feel fear and oppression, containing their curses and resentment. Because of this, its medicinal effects are far more potent, making it a top-quality ingredient for both alchemy and potion-making.

Jerry glanced around and nodded in satisfaction. Except for a few spiders that had been frantically producing venom in the earlier struggle and were now foaming at the mouth and unconscious, the other eight-eyed giant spiders cowered on the ground, too afraid to make a move, as Jerry's gaze swept over them.

The charred marks on the ground were also left by the ten eight-eyed giant spiders not long ago. In Jerry's fiery inferno, they didn't even leave behind bone fragments, only charred marks.

Jerry is a reasonable person who always keeps his word. If he says ten, he means ten, not one more and not one less.

The giant spiders dared not be angry or speak out against Jerry's contempt and cruelty, because Jerry had just used the resentment in the eyes of one of the giant spiders as an excuse to cut off several legs from another spider.

They didn't understand how Jerry, being human, could see resentment in so many of the spider's eyes!

The giant spiders didn't realize what was happening until they saw Jerry sitting on the legless spider, using his freshly shaved, still-creaking legs to clean the mud off his shoes.

Damn it, are you a devil?!

Who taught you to shine shoes like that? Are you really a student from Hogwarts?

How cruel!

……

Under the sparse stars and moon, Jerry left the hollow under the tearful gaze of the giant spider. A slight smile played on his lips as he jogged along, nimbly weaving through the forest.

Thanks to the generosity of his Octopod brethren, Jerry received a large amount of high-quality venom tonight, enough to wash Professor Snape's hair several times over!

Whoosh! A biting cold wind whistled through the forest, causing branches to sway and make a crisp sound.

Jerry suddenly stopped, scanning his surroundings warily. The Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts was unlike any other, home to many wondrous creatures. No matter the season, even when covered in snow, one could always hear a few birdsongs. But now, all around Jerry was silent, save for the rustling of branches in the wind and the sounds of his breathing and heartbeat.

"Thunderous explosion!" A flippant and arrogant voice rang out behind Jerry, followed by a deafening roar that shook the air and sent up a cloud of smoke.

Damn it, no sportsmanship, attacking from behind!

"Looks like the mission is complete!" The voice rang out again, but this time with a more flippant tone. "Flori, His Holiness the Bishop is very disappointed in you. You took so long for such a simple task!"

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures appeared in the moonlight. The middle-aged man in the lead was Flori, with messy short hair, a resolute face, and a burly build. Despite the biting cold wind, he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.

On his left cheek, a gruesome scar stretched from his face to his neck, a shocking sight. Even more terrifying was his left ear, clearly struck by a curse; the entire auricle had melted away like butter on fire.

Two young figures, around twenty years old, stood next to Flori. One of them held a wand, clearly indicating that the spell had just been cast by him.

Unlike the unkempt Flori, their hair was clearly meticulously styled, their makeup exquisite, and their clothing impeccably tailored. Both wore black overcoats, though different in style, but the hems were decorated with grey and silver lines embroidered with thorns and roses. Furthermore, on their chests, they both wore the apostle's insignia, embroidered in vibrant, striking red thread.

"Alright, hurry up, His Holiness the Bishop is getting impatient!" Another young figure frowned, waved his hand dismissively, and said, "You didn't go too far and kill the target, did you? His Holiness the Bishop wants the target alive!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't kill that kid! But Flori, you're really useless. We actually have to do it ourselves to deal with this weak, lowly Mudblood wizard!"

The two clearly didn't take Jerry seriously.

Florey remained unfazed by the sarcasm in their words; his face remained expressionless, making it impossible to discern his true feelings. However, when he looked at the two men, his gaze grew increasingly cold. He certainly wouldn't take their mockery to heart, because in his mind, they were already dead. Who would bother arguing with a dead man?

“Avada Kedavra”

With a furious shout, a ghostly green light burst forth from the smoke and dust. This light, swift as lightning and carrying with it dust, struck the young apostle who had just spoken.

Clearly, the other side hadn't anticipated that Jerry, after being hit by their Explosive Curse, would still be able to resist. Moreover, the power of this Killing Curse exceeded their expectations… no, their understanding!

The apostle, who had just been speaking frivolously and arrogantly, had no time to react. After being hit by Avada Kedavra, he did not die immediately, but was engulfed by the eerie green light. His blood and flesh were stripped away in agony, and in the blink of an eye, his bones and soul were reduced to ashes!

Chapter 142 Blood Curse Orcs

"This……"

The other apostle was also startled by the sudden turn of events, his soul nearly leaving his body. He instinctively took a step back. He gripped his wand tightly, his eyes fixed on Jerry, who was shrouded in dust. His arrogance and disdain were replaced by terror.

His companion, who had just been laughing and joking with him, vanished before his eyes in the next instant. The separation of flesh and blood, the pain and fear in his companion's eyes, the demise of his soul—these scenes kept repeating before his eyes, haunting him.

He had used killing curses before, but this kind of killing curse that annihilates both the body and the soul was clearly beyond his comprehension.

Flori glanced at the panicked apostles beside him, a cold smile creeping across his face. These were the so-called elite apostles?

The atmosphere in the forest became unusually tense; the air seemed to freeze, and even the cold wind stopped blowing. All around was silent, with only the sound of their breathing clearly audible.

As time passed and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the young apostle, wand in hand, anxiously searched for Jerry's figure.

Suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he looked up sharply and saw a thin, black figure standing on a high tree branch, holding the trunk with his left hand and the Elder Wand in his right, looking down at them.

With his back to the moon, Jerry was completely obscured from view by Flori and the Apostles below. They could only see a strange black figure with his eyes lit up in the darkness, radiating a scarlet, menacing light.

As they stared at Jerry, Flori and others felt their inner magic begin to surge uncontrollably, becoming restless and agitated. Negative emotions such as unease, terror, anger, and despair all rushed into their hearts at once.

"What the hell are you!"