Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

As soon as Jerry finished speaking in snake language, the brass faucet emitted a dazzling white light and began to spin rapidly. Immediately afterward, the pool also began to move.

Gradually, the pool in front of Jerry disappeared from his sight, replaced by a thick water pipe, just the right size for a person to crawl into.

"Phew!" Jerry looked at the dark opening in front of him, took a deep breath, and instead of climbing down the dirty pipe, he transformed into his raven form and flew down the pipe.

Inside the pipe, Jerry swiftly traversed one dark, slippery, endless tunnel after another. The pipe wound its way down, its slope incredibly steep. He soon realized he was deep, deep beneath the school, even deeper than the underground classrooms.

Soon after, Jerry finally reached the end of the pipe. The pipe leveled out, and he flew out of the opening, landing steadily on a nearby rock. Before him lay a wide, dark stone tunnel, large enough for a person to stand in.

Jerry returned to his original form, then looked back at the pipes, wondering how the old Salazar Slytherin had entered the Chamber of Secrets.

“Lumos!” Jerry raised his wand and whispered the spell, causing a bright light to emanate from the tip of the wand.

The tunnel was so quiet you could only hear your own breathing, like a deathly silent graveyard. Suddenly, Jerry heard a soft "crack" at his feet. He looked down and found he had stepped on a rat skull. Jerry looked around and discovered a multitude of small animal bones scattered around him.

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Jerry continued along the tunnel, and as he rounded a dark bend, the silhouette of a colossal creature came into view.

This is a freshly shed snakeskin, at least twenty feet long. In the dim light, the enormous snakeskin appears a vibrant green.

"It should be just ahead!"

Without lingering, Jerry continued along the tunnel, turning bend after bend. Finally, he came upon a sturdy stone wall ahead, carved with two intertwined snakes. The eyes of these snakes were set with large, gleaming green gems, making them particularly striking.

"We've finally arrived!" Jerry thought to himself.

He coughed twice to clear his throat, then said in a low, hoarse hiss, "Open."

As if awakened, the two serpentine stone sculptures slowly separated, the stone wall cracked between them, and then began to slide to both sides until they disappeared completely.

Is Voldemort here? I'm here to bring you some warmth!

Behind the stone wall was a deep, dark, and enormous room.

Inside the room stood numerous stone pillars carved with coiled, intertwined serpents, towering high above the ceiling that disappeared into the darkness. A mysterious, verdant mist permeated the room, and the shadows cast by the pillars spread across the floor, adding an eerie atmosphere to the space.

Jerry gripped his wand tightly and cautiously made his way among the coiled giant serpent pillars.

He kept his eyes slightly narrowed, remaining highly alert, ready to close them at any moment at the slightest disturbance. As he reached the opposite side of the last set of stone pillars, a statue as tall as the entire room suddenly appeared before him, pressed against the back wall.

Jerry had to crane his neck to see the enormous face: an old and shrewd one, with a long beard that cascaded down to the hem of a stone-carved robe. Two large, gray feet stood on the smooth floor.

Between her two feet, a thin figure dressed in a black robe, with empty and lifeless eyes, stood in front of her, holding a yellowed diary. Her red hair was as bright as flames.

“Ginny Weasley?” Jerry exclaimed. What was she doing here?

“Jerry Green, what an annoying guy, he actually managed to track me all the way here!” A young voice came from a dark corner nearby.

"Tom Riddle? Or should I call you Voldemort?" Jerry turned his head to look at the corner where they were talking and asked jokingly.

A tall boy leaned against the nearest stone pillar, his figure indistinct, his black hair appearing and disappearing in the dim light, as if shrouded in a mysterious mist. At that moment, Jerry looked at Voldemort as if through a fogged-up pane of glass.

"Why? Jerry, you didn't come here to rescue her, did you?"

"Ha!" Jerry sneered. "I'm not Harry Potter, and I have no interest in Ginny Weasley! But..."

Jerry's eyes were fixed on the diary in Ginny Weasley's hand.

"As expected! Jerry, we're kindred spirits!" Voldemort watched Jerry staring intently at his Horcrux, his eyes filled with greed and desire. "If you can lend me a hand, I can personally teach you the methods and experience of crafting Horcruxes and Horcruxes!"

Jerry: ? ?

What are you thinking! I just can't suppress the urge to devour souls deep inside me whenever I see one, especially a high-quality evil soul like yours!

Alas! It's all the fault of those evil apostles, who turned themselves, who were supposed to be "brave, righteous, honest, humble, and kind," into such evil!

You've really put me in a terrible situation!

And you want me to teach you soul spells? Do I need you to teach me? What level are you in? What level am I in?

Chapter 149 Was your head licked by a troll?!

“Jerry, as far as I know, the Apostles have always been controlled by the four bishops and their families. None of those four families have the surname Green. I don’t believe you’re so willing to be subservient to those four families!”

Voldemort stood in the shadows, still feeling a lingering fear as he recalled Jerry's encounter with Fiendfyre against the Basilisk. He knew better than anyone that extraordinary talent was always accompanied by immense ambition, even for Jerry, who was only a second-year student.

His tone was full of confidence, as if he were using magic to seduce the other person. His deep and seductive voice slowly rose, making it impossible to resist.

Tsk tsk! Jerry lowered his head and leaned against the stone pillar in the room after hearing Voldemort's "clown-like" remarks, putting on a thoughtful expression, as if Voldemort's words were echoing the ambition deep in Jerry's heart.

However, judging from Voldemort's actions, he clearly did not believe that Jerry would be so easily persuaded. He maintained a certain distance from Jerry, not daring to get too close, and even warily guarded against Jerry getting close to Ginny Weasley.

Jerry stared speechlessly at Voldemort. This? There's no basic trust between people!

However, Voldemort's words reminded Jerry that the four major bishop families had indeed controlled the Apostles organization for far too long.

Leaving aside the other three bishops, Jerry will definitely not let the third bishop and his family go!

Jerry snorted and walked slowly toward Ginny Weasley.

As Jerry approached, he examined her closely. Ginny's eyes were lifeless, her gaze fixed blankly ahead, her face pale and bloodless. Even her breathing seemed weak and feeble, as if it might stop at any moment.

It's clear that Ginny has completely lost her own consciousness and is now like a puppet.

"Aren't you afraid I'll take the diary from her? It's your Horcrux!" Jerry asked, glancing back at Voldemort, who was still standing in the shadows.

Voldemort did not answer, but Jerry could clearly feel his cold gaze fixed on him.

"Damn Mudblood!" Voldemort cursed under his breath. In his current state, aside from summoning the Basilisk, he had absolutely no way to deal with Jerry. He couldn't understand how Jerry Green had found this place and gotten in so easily all by himself!

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a jumble of noise broke the silence of the room. Although the sound wasn't loud, and the source seemed to be some distance away, it stood out remarkably in the tense and quiet environment.

"Looks like my real guest has arrived!" Voldemort seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Jerry frowned slightly, glancing towards the entrance of the room. Could it be that unlucky Harry? Damn it, is he cheating? He didn't even know what a basilisk was during the day, and now he's found the Chamber of Secrets at night!

What a nuisance! Jerry sighed, then glanced at Ginny, feeling a surge of annoyance.

It looks like I'll have to cast the Forgetfulness Curse on Harry again at the end of the session. But today is different from last year; Grindelwald isn't here this time. Hopefully, Jerry's Forgetfulness Curse won't cause any mishaps and turn Harry into another forgetful Neville!

"Don't you need to leave? After all, you're 'friends'!"

“No need for that!” Jerry said coldly, as if he didn’t care about Harry’s arrival at all. Instead, he looked up at the huge statue of Salazar Slytherin on the wall of the room.

"Ginny!" A familiar voice rang out in the room shortly after. Harry called out urgently, rushing to Ginny's side and grabbing her shoulders tightly, shaking her vigorously. He didn't notice the other two people in the room at all, and had even thrown his wand to the ground beside him.

"I'm curious, how did you find me?" Jerry asked, getting a little impatient with Harry's voice.

“Jerry…” Harry only then noticed Jerry standing at the foot of the Salazar Slytherin statue. “What are you doing here? Come quick, help me see what’s wrong with Ginny?”

“Let him answer you!” Jerry picked up the wand from the ground and handed it to Harry, gesturing for him to look into the shadows beside him.

"It's been a long time, Harry Potter!" a voice said softly before Harry could react.

Harry was startled and quickly turned around to find a tall, dark-haired boy, who looked a few years older than him, leaning against the nearest stone pillar, staring at him.

Who are you? Have we met before?

Voldemort nodded, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "Tom Riddle, that was my name before. Of course, we met last year, but I didn't look like this then!"

“As for her,” Voldemort pointed at Ginny and continued, “she’s still alive, but not for much longer.”

“You are…the owner of the diary? Are you a ghost?” Harry stared at him blankly, asking uncertainly. Tom Riddle, a student at Hogwarts fifty years ago, now stood before him, shrouded in a strange and hazy aura, as if time had stood still around him, making him seem no older than sixteen.

"Jerry, what's going on?" Harry tried to pull Ginny closer to Jerry and away from Voldemort, but the heavy Ginny made his knees go weak.

"Stop teasing him, tell him the truth!" Jerry ignored Harry and instead spoke towards Voldemort.

"What do you mean? Did this ghost capture Ginny?" Harry looked at Voldemort, who was smiling beside him, and asked slowly, "How did Ginny become like this?"

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“Okay, that’s an interesting question. I did capture Ginny Weasley, and I even left a note under your pillow to guide you here!”

"What are you talking about?" Harry was getting more and more confused.

"My diary, my diary. For the past few months, Ginny has been writing her innermost thoughts in it, pouring out her heartbreaking worries and sorrows to me, even including the fact that 'Savior' Mr. Harry Potter would never like her."

Voldemort's voice carried a hint of cunning, his eyes gleaming, his greedy gaze fixed on Harry's face.

“You know what, it was so boring listening to an eleven-year-old girl talk about her childish worries,” he continued, “but I responded to her patiently and was kind and understanding. Ginny just adored me. In the end, Ginny told me everything.”

As Voldemort spoke, he let out a cold, sharp laugh.

"Her deepest fears and secrets were exactly what I needed, and I devoured them all."

My power gradually grew stronger, soon surpassing that of Ginny. Strong enough that I could guide her, control her, just like now!

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Harry was getting impatient.

"Can't you guess yet, Harry Potter?" Voldemort shook his head slightly in disappointment, then said in his usual soft voice, "How disappointing! Potter, you're the same age, but you're so much older than that Mr. Green next to you!"

Ginny Weasley was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. All the attacks at Hogwarts were her doing; all these crimes were committed by her.

At this point, Voldemort burst into laughter.

"Tsk tsk! It's just a pity, Harry, that you won't be able to see Ginny's pitiful appearance every night when she only dares to hide in a corner and complain to her 'close' friend!" Voldemort imitated Ginny's pitiful appearance and then laughed loudly and unrestrainedly.

Jerry stood aside watching Harry, whose face was flushed red with anger from Voldemort, whose fists were clenched so tightly that his nails were digging deep into his flesh, and then looked at Voldemort across from him, who was making a nasty laugh. Suddenly, he felt that the plot was developing in the direction of NTR!

"Why, why did you do this?" Harry gripped his wand tightly and shouted.

"Because of you, Harry Potter! You were my target from the start, but unfortunately the diary changed hands several times and ended up back in Ginny Weasley's hands. Do you know how angry I was at the time?"

"So, I controlled her to leave clues about a secret room in your dorm room, guiding you here. When she knew I was looking for you, she struggled desperately, even crying and screaming, which was really touching! But unfortunately, she's too weak now, and I'm absorbing her life force every day!"

"How disappointing! Harry Potter, you still haven't guessed who I am!" Voldemort's eyes gleamed with a strange red light, like those of a hungry wolf. He drew a few lines in the air with his fingers, writing three glittering names, then with a flick of his sleeve, the letters automatically switched positions, becoming: I am Voldemort.

Harry's lips parted slightly, his pupils contracted, and he stared blankly at Voldemort before him, his mind instantly freezing, unable to think.

"Hiss hiss hiss... (Let me tell you a little secret: Ginny Weasley started to suspect me later. She wanted to get rid of me, but unfortunately, she was too weak! Actually, Ginny had a chance. Do you remember when she was attacked and hospitalized? There was an accident; the diary left Ginny Weasley and ended up in your 'good friend' Jerry Green's hands. Then, knowing who I was and that I would control Ginny and attack students at school, he secretly slipped the diary back into poor little Ginny's hands!)"

Voldemort's voice suddenly became hoarse, and he spoke in a low voice using Parsley's ability.

"Hiss hiss hiss! (Impossible!)" Harry was influenced by Voldemort and probably didn't even realize he was speaking Parseltongue.

Jerry: ...

That bastard Voldemort, he thinks he can't understand Parseltongue and wants to cause trouble! Who the hell does he think he is! These days, who doesn't know a foreign language or two!

"Hiss hiss hiss! (We all speak in Parsley, why are you speaking so softly? Speak more forcefully!)" A hoarse, cold voice came from Jerry's throat.

"You..." Voldemort was stunned for a long time after hearing Jerry's Parseltongue. As a Parseltongue himself, he was certain that Jerry's pronunciation was not that of a Parseltongue speaker, but rather Parseltongue.